Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Please, readers, be vigilant I will mix both POV's

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The concert is excellent but every good thing has a quick end. Now regular music is booming in the main hall and it's as loud as usual.

While private lodge can decide to modify or get a customised playlist which is different from the one playing down in the main hall downstairs.

And right now I seriously want to change that of this logde to a very tragic playlist. I want to play a song that is as tragic and sorrowful as my current situation.

I'm here sweating the hell out of me while Freddy is comfortably seated manipulating his phone. His presence just makes me sick and anxious.

Perhaps it's because I get heated anytime I see him. Shit! and this fucken alcohol isn't making things easier for me. It's better I stop drinking. I take a last sip before dropping the glass definitely.

OMG, he's so cute. I cry while taking another sip. This is the last, I make the promise to myself before sipping. No, one more. I end up finishing the content of my glass before dropping it finally.

Who the hell is the dude by her side?… Oh, I guess he's the same dude I last saw her with at the hotel when she came to pick her stuff. He’s just seated there like a clown. They have barely spoken to each other, since I entered this room still, why am I angry seeing them together?.

Oh, Sheila, who the fuck are you?. I take a sip of my glass of whiskey. I enjoy the light make-up she has on. It makes her glow without changing the the aspect of her face and I like it that way. Wow! White fits her perfectly, and her fitting dress makes her very sexy. Fuck! I'm hard already… I drink my glass in a gulp.

Why the hell am I even looking at her in the first place. I should focus on my phone before I ended up doing something stupid. But how can I concentrate with her around?.

Moreover, there is nothing else in this room worth contemplating aside from her beauty. I can't believe I'm the one saying all these craps. I think I'm going crazy.

“Please, excuse me,” I tell Mike before moving out of the lodge to the toilet. Nat is too busy with Graham to notice my absence. Anyway, that is what I think.

I enter the ladies’ toilet and wash my hands then I gently pass them over my face which is hot as fuck. I close my eye and I take a deep breath in and out. I repeat this five times.

I open my eyes as I turn to leave “OMG!” I shudder with a loud exclamation as I see him standing right in front of me. I close back my eyes counting from one to five then I open them back and his still standing.

“You ain't dreaming.” he says and this gives me cold chills down my spine. I'm tipsy I think, I have to leave. Why the hell am I still, standing here?.

“What do you want Freddy?. I thought I made it clear to you the last time I saw you.” I pout but does he care. “I'm missing you.” he says. Strange!.

He slowly approaches and before I can realise it, his lips are scouring my neck, from my neck to my lips. As if it isn't tough enough his hand is slowly scooting my laps.

I feel it as he shifts my pant and he inserts a finger “Aaahh!” I gasp heavily as his finger finally finds the core of my tights. I gasp heavily and I love it. OMG, I missed this feeling.

While my hands are searching for the zip of his trouser he sends another finger in. Damn! I love it.

I unzip his trousers “Stop!” I suddenly yell. I loved it yet I have to get over it. I'm above all this shit. I take visible steps away from him “I haven't signed any paper remember.” I say and he frowns.

“I'm not yours, Fready. Never forget that.” I give him a quick perk of victory on the lips then I move out of the toilet.

Shit!. I hit the wall as she walks out of me, how dare she leave me in such a state. I move of the toilet but not back to the lodge. I take the lifter which opens to a reception on another floor and the receptionist indicates the room Graham reserved for me.

I rush into Mike's arms. Haha, I'm Kidding, I simply seat by him and he smiles at me. I return the smile. I feel thirsty. I look at the alcohol and I feel attracted to it like a magnet.

I furiously move into the room and the lady is laying in bed. I lock the door behind me.

“Finally, you are here. I thought you will never show up.” she walks closer to me. “Stop there!. You don't touch me unless I order you to.” I scold her and she moves back.

“Wow, a good start for a novice. Graham was wrong about you, you love being a master…” she seats on bed pulling her words along with her seductively.

“You don't speak as well unless I authorise you. If you have something very important to say you lift a finger and I will give you room to speak. Also, you have three chances to lift a finger so use them wisely.” I chide.

She remains seated on the bed with a huge smile on the face with her leg crossed. Just the smile on her face makes me sick, her comfortable air makes me sicker and I want her to be as unhappy as I am right now. “Kneel on the floor” I rule.

She kneels while I move around the room. I notice the gadgets Graham kept for me. “Hum…” I pick a cane and I wipe the air to try it's efficiency then I drop it back on the table. I thought I insisted on no toy.

I move to the lady kneeling. I gently place a finger beneath her chin, lifting her face to meet mine “You know the rules of the game. Now, call me as you ought to, three times.” I clench her chin tightly.

“Master, master, master,” she says lively. She has no idea of what I'm about to do to her. “Good.” I nod. I release her chin and I move back to the table.

I pick a medium cane. I move around her severally yet I feel no arousal. I'm void. I usually get hard whenever I'm in between four corners with a sexy lady like her. Perhaps I don't just like her. But why won't I like her? she's just how I like them.

“Get up!” I order. She gets up immediately and I handcuff her hands with chains dangling from the ceiling just in the middle of the room.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask while taking off my coat then my shirt, lastly my trouser. I remain only with my boxers. “Of course master I want it.” she says.

“Ask me to hit you” I yell. “Master hit me” she begs. I start hitting her. She screams as she receives five continuous strokes. Then I continue hitting harder.

She cries so loud that I have to stop, yet I still wanted to continue. I untie her then I pull her to the bed and I handcuff her to the bed. She’s laying there helplessly.

I take off my boxers. I insert my dick right into her pussy and I fuck her mercilessly while she's still crying. I'm so pleased to see her cry. I fuck her so hard that she feels no pleasure but pains. I keep on hoping that at a certain point I might find some pleasure in vain.

Unfortunately for her, she’s my punching ball for the night. When. I look at her face I see Sheila and this increases my stamina so I bang her arduously.

“Have you seen Freddy?” Graham's moves to me asking. “No.” I nod. Then he moves out worried and he later comes in with a smile. “Have you found him?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Yea, it's ok.” he nods. “Where is he?” I insist. “Back to the hotel.” he quickly answers and leaves. From his prompt reaction, I feel that something is not right.

He lifts Nat from the couch for a dance. Ok, so Freddy decide to leave just because I rejected him wow, he’s such a coward. I try to process the whole thing.

“Can you offer me this dance?” Mike stands in front of me. I'm so confused, I wasn't expecting this “No, sorry I'm not in the mood.” my shoulders slump helplessly.

“Are you crazy? Get your laziness ass out of this couch!” Nat bursts from nowhere and she hastily pulls me out of the couch with no respect for my intimacy. What about my freedom of choice?…

“You will dance, we are here to celebrate remember.” she flings me into Mike’s arms. “Sorry!” he exclaims as I land his arms, he feels embarrassed and it's normal because I'm more embarrassed as well.

“No, don't. I'm the one to apologise here, she's my friend so I'm kind of responsible for her acts… Hum,- -- not really but for some of her acts.” I smile while wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands were already around my waist.

“More to this I haven't been nice to you. I kissed you and I sent you out of my house like a thief. I'm sorry about that.” I mumble.

He motions me gently according to the slow rhythm of the music playing. Nat played this slow music and I don't know what she’s up to but she's been scrutinising me for a while now.

“You didn't kiss me, we kissed. I wanted that as much as you did perhaps more than you wanted it. I wish you can give me the permission to do it again” he slowly shifts his lips.

“Hmmm… No, I think we should take things slowly.” I move my face away. “It's fine I understand. Take as long as you want. I'm ready to wait.” he says.

No, no boy don't wait for me, oh no. I say to myself deep down.

Natasha changes the song from slow to crazy RnB. “Come here” she snatches me out of Mike’s arms and she pulls me to dance with her. I first hesitate but at the end we are jumping on our two feet.

While Graham and Mike give up on the dance and sat because of our hazardous dance steps. They simply remained seated to watch us do.

Natasha is drunk, I'm tipsy. Still, I'm dancing just to please her. Although I'm beginning to enjoy our crazy dance step.