Thirty-one. You won't be able to leave anymore
Sparks flew in her head. Strip?! Again?! Monalissa almost cried. She grimaced in anger and bit down hard on her lips to avoid crying.
This time, she didn't question him. She wasn't stubborn either. She held onto her belt and took it off gently. Then her zipper. The sound of the zipper being pulled down made Ezekiel aware. Aware that she was about to be bare. She pulled the dress off her shoulders and they fell to her feet, leaving her in her white cotton underwear.
She held her bra and unhooked it after much reluctance. She was surprised that he didn't scare her like the first time today. He wasn't rushing her either. She pulled it off from her body, revealing her two precious peaches which were quite beautiful. Then, she held her panties, and pulled them down. Her feet were bared as well.
"All done, master".
Ezekiel stood from his seat and walked to where she was. He grabbed her hand and pushed her towards the couch.
"Bend", he said.
"Oh...", she said and bent. She supported herself with the arms of the couch her heart thumping wildly. She didn't know what she had done wrong.
"So...what were you doing last night?", he asked suddenly
"I was at the factory with my friends", she replied. Just then, she felt the strong hands that belonged to him specially caress her back down to her butt, sending shivers down her spine.
"What did you do with them?", he asked again.
"I...ah...", she trailed off in a moan when he grabbed her hard on one of her butt cheeks. Almost immediately, he spanked her hard.
"Ouch!", she screamed.
"Don't miss any of the questions. Answer what I ask you, understood?"
She bit her lips to surpress whatever it was that was building up inside her.
"Yes master".
"So, what did you do with them?"
"I...had peanuts...a...and...beer with them", she replied with difficulty.
"Walker, do you think...you deserve to be happy after what you did to me?", he asked his face scowling. He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed them hard. Monalissa bit down the moan.
"I... I'm sorry".
"What are you sorry for?"
"For... drinking..."
"That's not what you should be sorry for. You should be sorry for being happy".
Monalissa couldn't understand why she should be sorry for that and remained silent. Ezekiel was fueled by her silence and dragged her to where the table was.
"Hold it"
"Yes".
With her trembling hands, she held unto the edges of the table and waited for him. The sound of belts unlocking made her aware of the situation. She grabbed the edges of the table tightly. She was scared but was anticipating as well and she hated herself for it. She wondered why she was waiting for him.
Still lost in her thoughts, she felt something big and hard slam into her from behind giving her no chance to react. Her hands that were gripping the edges trembled and she let out a silent cry. It was painful but part of her wanted him to slam in again. She could have stabbed that part of her that wanted that.
Ezekiel thrusted in with strength. At some point, he gripped her hair, pulling it back and hammering in at the same time. He was angry and needed to vent. The picture he had seen on his phone fueled him. She was talking with some other man under the moonlight while eating peanuts while he was left to mourn his brother alone. She shouldn't be happy! She should be sad and mournful!
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm... sorry for being happy".
"Say that again!"
Monalissa repeated that statement thrice at his demand. His thrusts were quite painful but she couldn't do anything about it. She didn't want to moan either. After she had said the third one, he pulled out and turned her around to face him.
"Kneel"
Monalissa did as she was told. Ezekiel pulled his trousers up and walked to the couch to sit.
When he had sat down, he looked at her. She was already sweating a lot from the little session they'd just had.
With a smirk on his face, he said, "Crawl".
"Huh?", Monalissa blurted.
"Crawl, like a cat".
Monalissa sighed within and cursed him in her heart.
Bending on her fours, she crawled as she was told to but was quite messy as she wasn't a cat herself.
When she reached the spot where he was, she knelt erect and waited for his next command.
"Touch it".
"What's that master?"
Ezekiel glared at her and motioned her with his head to where his mamba was located.
"I don't know...."
"I don't care. It doesn't matter if you know it or not. Make your master feel good".
Monalissa, with face filled with confusion held the hard shaft that was filled with blood in her slender hands. The moment she touched them, Ezekiel sucked in a deep breath and threw his head backwards. He placed an arm over his face to hide his expression with his eyes closed.
Monalissa was still holding it unsure of what to do. Ezekiel could tell from the clumsy way she was touching it.
"Make it wet", he said .
"How?"
"Should I tell you that too?"
"No. Where's the bathroom?", she asked as an idea hit her. She needed water.
"What do you need the bathroom for?"
"For water. I have to make it wet".
"Ha...", Ezekiel chuckled dryly. What a dumb servant. He wanted to laugh but swallowed it in.
"No need for the water. Use your mouth and wet it".
Monalissa cringed at what he had said to her.
"No!" she blurted.
"No?", Ezekiel questioned with an arched brow. He was surprised that she was saying no. Women would scramble at his feet to get this done for him and this woman who got it for free was screaming no?!
"That's too dirty!" she screamed
Ezekiel finally cracked up. He laughed. That was the first time she had seen him laugh and she wasn't regretting it. It was a beautiful sight to see. He had laughed for the first time in years.
When he calmed down, he looked at the woman that was kneeling before him, with the most innocent look in her eyes. She was the first one to tell him that a blow job was a dirty thing. If other women were to hear this, she might not be alive to see the light of day.
"Walker", he called her, his voice back to the normal deep and menacing voice.
"Yes master?"
"Make it wet. I won't say it again".
"But..."
"Don't make me go down if not, you'd pay for it".
Monalissa resigned to her fate and finally made it wet. Her warm mouth covered the hardened shaft, licking and sucking. Ezekiel closed his eyes in pleasure, his hands gripping tightly on the arms of the couch. He could feel her clumsiness but that also made him want more and more. He was about to groan but bit it down. He didn't want to give her the credit.
Monalissa could feel her mouth going sore and pulled out immediately. She was breathing hard as this was her first time.
"Leave", he said, his voice husky.
"Really? I should..."
"I said leave!"
"But you don't look alright master".
"If I have to tell you to leave one more time, you won't be able to leave anymore".
As if sensing the menace that was building up in his voice, she stood and put on her clothes hastily before leaving.