Jackson had his full lips pressed in a thin line as he regarded her with a look of uttermost annoyance.
"What did I tell you about not going in my room?" He gritted out as he leaned into her, while she withdrew her hand from underneath his, and cradled it up against her chest like it was hurt. She moved backward as he slowly leaned into her until she was cornered to the wall, and her teeth bit down on her lower lip due to the number of nerves racking through her.
"I didn't go into your room." She defended with a frown.
Jackson's eyes narrowed while he asked: "What did I catch you doing?"
Ella's frown deepened in a frown of confusion. What nonsense was he ranting on and on about?
"Didn't you say your room is the one with the black door?"
She couldn't understand the man, why was he so complicated?
"Every single room in this house is mine, and I gave you the luxury of using just four of them as you please, that being your room, the kitchen, the living room, and the dining room. The other four rooms including the basement should not be of any concern to you."
Was she a visitor or his wife? She had movement restrictions in her own husband's house? Was there something he didn't want her to see in those rooms or was he just being unfair?
"Do you understand?" He asked. Ella nodded her head in a yes. Her eyes looked everywhere on his face, taking in every little detail, and she also tried to see if she could reach out to the man behind the harsh exterior. No matter what he did or said, no matter how harsh he appeared to be or act, she was certain that he was a whole different person on the inside. He just behaved the way he did to instill the fear of him in people or...
"What the fuck are you staring at? I need words from you, not gestures. Are you a lizard?"
He spat out in pure arrogance.
.....or maybe not. Maybe he was just a natural bully.
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Ella squeezed the small pillow that she had in her grip tightly in anticipation as she watched with full focus, the movie that was playing on the TV screen.
She felt like she was in the movie, and she couldn't contain her nerves which were going haywire. It was scary, emotional and also too interesting for her to quit watching, no matter how graphic the murder scenes in the movie were.
Jackson left the house a long time ago immediately after making sure that she didn't go back to the rooms and basement he asked her not to, by locking them with keys and taking the keys along with him. Ella had watched him drive off in a fancy looking new white car which she did not know how or when it got to the garage of their house.
After watching some movies, she wandered around the house. All ways led to the doors that Jackson had locked, and from time to time, she wondered what he was hiding. What was inside those rooms?
When she got tired of wandering, she went back to the living room, and plumped into one of the sofas. She stared at the blank TV screen for a good two minutes in deep thoughts, before letting a sigh escape her lips. She was hungry, but there was nothing to eat. She couldn't believe Jackson left her home alone with herself, her novels which she had read a thousand times, and the TV for company. He didn't even say anything to her before he left the house after their little disagreement about which room she was allowed to enter and which room she was not allowed to enter back in the corridor.
The day gradually turned to night, but there was still no sign of Jackson.
Ella was not sure she could go on with the boring living style. She needed a phone, she needed to have food whenever she wanted it, and she wanted to go out and see what the city was like. She wanted to meet those foreign people with different eye and hair colours unlike Nigerians. She wasn't sure there was any Nigerian with gray, green or blue eyes like she had seen back at the airport. The driver that brought them from the airport had gray eyes and shaggy brown hair, it was unlike anything she had ever seen.
She had tried to monitor the houses around their house to see the people living in them, but so far, she had only seen two old couples who had a pretty little dog and lived in the apartment opposite theirs. She also had seen a few cars and people pass by their house, but she didn't know where they were headed or where they lived.
When Jackson got back, they were going to have a little chat on how she couldn't stay home all day, and needed to go out. And they were also going to have a little chat on how she didn't like the idea of starving to death.
THIRD PERSON'S POV ON JACKSON…EXPLICIT SEX SCENE AHEAD, BE WARNED!! IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, DO NOT READ WHEN YOU SEE THE WARNING SIGN BELOW!
"Jackie?" A feminine voice called lightly, as slim fingers weaved through his dreadlocks in a continuous pattern. Jackson hummed in a response, but stayed unmoving with his face buried in her tummy, his arms around her waist, and his front against the smooth material of the duvet.
"When are you leaving?" The soft melodious voice asked. Her hand disengaged from his dreadlocks to push a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" He chuckled into the thin fabric of the bedsheet separating her bared tummy from his face.
"No! Of course not! I just want to know." Pink lips pulled up into a pout, while Jackson peeled one eye open to see her facial expression.
"Soon." Her expression visibly fell which had him grinning like a Cheshire cat. If Ella was to see this version of Jackson, she'd probably die of a heart attack.
"Look at her face." He teased with a smile, turning so the back of his head was now resting on her lap and he would be able to stare at her face without straining his neck.
His sentence earned him a playful smack on his naked chest from her, the duvet shielded only his lowered half from view.
"Stay the night." She proposed with hopeful eyes as she traced feather light patterns on his solid chest.
"Would love to, absolutely, but I can't. I have…. Something I need to check up on tonight." He said ruefully. He was well aware of the fact that he left Ella back at his house with nothing to eat, so, he had to go back. He couldn't begin to explain how much of a burden she was to him.
"Stacey?" He called her as he sat up on the bed facing her and rested his hand beside her thigh for support. He watched her sad demeanor for sometime, before tilting her jaw up so he could look directly into her eyes.
"I don't want you being sad, Stacey." He frowned.
"You don't love me anymore." She murmured quietly. Crystal blue eyes stared into his dark eyes with obvious sadness in them, her European accent more prominent than ever.
"Why would you say that?"
"You don't want to be around me anymore." She sniffed with a shaky tone of voice.
"Come on," Jackson drawled out before letting his hand cup the back of her neck and push her closer to himself.
"Would I have come here if that was the case? I just have something to do back at my house." He assured her, staring intensely into her beautiful blue orbs.
"I can come with you. I just want to be closer to you after such a long time apart." She traced a finger down his bicep with a seductive glint in her eyes. Clingy, he hated clingy, but that didn't stop him from getting lost for a moment in her eyes. As she bit down on her lower lip, he couldn't stop himself from thinking what those lips could do to his junior down there, before he shook his head to get his thoughts out of the gutter.
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"I would be very busy, and you coming with me would be a distraction." He placed a chaste kiss on the curve of her neck, causing a shudder to zap through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him in for a deeper kiss. The duvet that had been covering her naked upper half fell off when she lifted her arms which had been keeping it in place.
Jackson's arms snaked around her waist as he pushed her front flushed against his front, and a soft sigh escaped from between her lips.
"I want you, Jackie." She breathed out in a whisper.
Jackson nibbled on her lips and sucked on her tongue slowly but sensually. His tongue explored every nook and cranny of her mouth expertly, it wasn't enough, he wanted more of her. He then disengaged from her lips and started kissing down her slender neck, while his hand roamed all over her body teasingly, till it reached her cunt which was slightly sore from their previous sex escapades. But she didn't care. In the blink of an eye, he had her lying with her back against the bed, and he positioned himself between her legs.
He nibbled a swollen nipple lightly, before blowing softly on it, eliciting a moan from between her lips.
"Moan for me, baby." He grunted out. Stacey's moans grew louder as he administered onto her body, mind blowing pleasures she never knew existed. Her fingers fisted themselves into his dreadlocks with her long legs wrapped around his waist.
"I want you inside me, Jackson." She cried out in a whirlwind of pleasure.
"Not so soon." He pushed her legs wide apart, and kissed from her breasts, down to her stomach. He took his sweet time in administering pleasure to her navel and inner thighs, before he focusing on his goal. His tongue did otherworldly wonders to her cunt, and was left breathless and a moaning mess.
Jackson watched with great pleasure as she shook in pleasure, and then had an orgasm. He licked his lips in satisfaction. He reached for a packet of condom in the drawer on the bedside, tore it open and slid it around his erection, before positioning himself on the entrance to her cunt.
Without warning, he slammed deep into her, and a loud moan escaped from between her lips. She was extremely lubricated, and she wasn't new to sex, so she felt no pain from his abrupt and swift penetration, just great pleasure that made her toes curl.
Jackson was not the gentle type of sex partner, and that was why he made sure to prepare her body for the incoming ruthless penetrations.
Stacey on the other hand enjoyed every bit of his banging. If not anything, her loud moaning could testify. When they both had their mind blowing orgasms, Jackson collapsed beside her on the bed, and they both breathed heavily, trying to catch their breathes and regain at least a quarter of their spent energy.
Stacey could swear that for a moment there, she forgot her name. This man could turn any woman into a sex addict. Not even two minutes later, she fell asleep, feeling completely drained off energy. Jackson got out of the bed and up to his feet and headed to the bathroom to take his bath.
After cleaning his damp body, he put on his clothes which had been discarded on the floor. They had been at it since he arrived at her house in the morning. He covered her body with the duvet and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, before leaving.