Chapter 9. He finally did it.

I never imagined it would end up like this.

At a speed of light, he grabbed me and carried me on his broad shoulders. All I was able to do was shout for help. Although I was aware that shouting wasn't going to solve the problem.

I tried coming down, but it was in vain. My heart beat increased when we were approaching the bedroom. I started sweating in fear. At that point, I knew no one could save me.

He got to the bedroom. The next thing I knew was that I was on the bed. I could see this desire in his eyes, I could tell he wasn't going to retreat till he got what he wanted.

He locked the door and walked toward me. I tried fighting back, but it was all to no avail. I prayed silently that a miracle could happen.

As he approached me, he started taking off his shirt, shorts and his boxers.

He stood unclad before me. I couldn't help myself but take a glance at his body. After all, he wasn't that bad, he had the biceps and muscle, pumped chest, and broad shoulders. It was a sight to behold, and OMG!!, his d*ck was thick and long.

At the sight of it, I knew I was in for hell because it was going to be my first time and secondly how huge his d*ck was.

He walked towards me and pulled out the jacket, leaving me only with my bra and panties. I expected him to kiss me like he did the last time but he didn't.

He said to me, "Get up and dance", at this point I felt like the ground should have opened up and swallowed me. I hesitated in getting up, when he saw that I was being sluggish, he came closer to me and carried from the bed and placed me on the floor.

As he carried me to the floor, all that I could envisage was my husband carrying me during my honeymoon. But in a split second, I found myself on the floor. "Dance" he shouted.

I stood up and moved towards the pole which was in his room. At this point, there was no music on, I wondered how I was going to strip without music. He certainly didn't care.

The last time was at the club was, even more, better than this, at least there was music and I couldn't even see his face, but this time around, there's no music, I can see his annoying face and he is stack naked?. I whimpered deep down.

I held on to the pole as I wondered what move to make. “Dance!" he screamed again. Fear gripped me, the tone he used was fierce, and I knew I had to act fast. Or else, something more worst could happen. I searched through my memory and looked for moves.

And in split seconds, I started dancing with no form of enjoyment. Although for a few minutes I forgot he was in the room watching me. Yet I could tag this little performance. As I danced, I stole a glance at him and saw his manhood was already really hard. That was a very bad sign for me.

He stood up and came to join me at the pole, this time, he took off my bra and undies. We were both unclad, he gripped me on my neck and pushed me forward. My heartbeat increased. I was going to have a stock.

He bent me over. I said within me, “this would be a doggy session” I was sweating in large drippings. He bent me over, my shoulder resting on the pole, and before I knew it, I felt something hard under me.

It was really painful, I closed my eyes tightly and jammed my teeth together because he was thrusting without mercy like a dog on heat who had been starved for so long. He thrust in and out as if it would earn him the position of the world's most powerful man.

I don't know why but I showed no resistance. I thought the NO was written on my face but I was wrong. He was enjoying himself while I was in great pain and the only thing on my mind was for this to end as soon as possible. I even thought of pulling out the gun in vain.

I opened my eyes, and everything was Damn real. He didn't slow even when he heard me scream and beg for mercy. He didn't even care about what I was going through even when he noticed that it was my first time. All he ever thought of was satisfying himself, it didn't matter to him, if I was enjoying it or if I was in pain.

Suddenly I felt two huge hands on my waist, I saw myself in the air and the next place I saw myself was on the bed. “Ride me" he commanded. “Uhmmmm" I muttered. “Ride me," he said, with a loud voice. “I can't" I replied with tears, I was shattered and stupid for letting him do, without making things difficult for him.

He gripped my hands and placed me on his lap. He positioned me on his lap and made me sit on his erected d*ck. He instructed me to move up and down. I was scared at that, as I went down, my vagina swallowed his hard cock. It was as overwhelming and stressful.

“Can you be more real” he commanded? I didn't even understand what that means. The next thing I noticed was that I felt a hand at my back pushing me and I saw myself falling to the floor.

Thankfully I landed on a pillow which was on the floor.

I looked at him and he had this disgusting look on his face. I could tell he was really angry and he felt disappointed. He moved towards a silver briefcase which was at the back of the bed, he opened it and threw some cash towards me.

He closed it and headed toward the bathroom. I was still on the floor, I could barely move, and my thigh was hurting. Even to crawl I couldn't crawl, I just sat there looking at the room.

In less than five minutes he was out with nice boxers on, though his d*ck was still erected and carved over the boxers. It was so obvious that you could tell from a quick gaze at his lower abdomen.

He walked towards his wardrobe and brought out his towel. He dried himself with the towel and applied some lotion to his body. He looked at his wardrobe and took out a nice tuxedo suit, a grey plain shirt with black trousers.

In less than eight minutes, he was already dressed.

He walked towards the table which had different brands of perfumes and Rollins and other accessories. He wore some perfume and also wore some nice golden accessories. He walked to the mirror to check out his look. He was impressed with himself, as he let out a smile.

He turned towards me and shake his hands. He changed direction and walked towards the door. When he got to the door, he stopped and started walking back toward me. He got to where I was and squatted, placing his hands on my chin and lifting my face.

"I have something important to tell you," he said. My heartbeat increased, though I wanted to hear what he was going to say. "Go on I am listening" I replied with a shaky voice while boldly whipping my tears.

“Before I tell you, I want to inform you that what I'm about to say will have an impact on your future, and it can be good or bad, are you still interested?" he asked.

I thought about everything, firstly my mom, myself and my dreams, ambitions and above all the money I needed. I didn't know what he wanted to say, but I had an atom of hope, that something positive might come up.

"Yeah, I still want to hear it," I said forming a stern voice.

He let out a creepy smile and said......