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Secret betrayal
episode 1-2
Collins set the heater temperature and filled the bath tub while I went unclad to the kitchen to fetch some apples, cucumbers, carrots, bananas, groundnuts and a large bottle of chilled yoghurt. I blended all together and poured the yoghurt into the mixture. I was feeling hungry but couldn’t wait until we finished bathing before eating something, I was scared that with the way Collins was going, I might never survive it. Funny right?
“You missed a call.” He informed me from the bathroom door.
I placed the ‘concoction’ on the bed and went after my phone.
“It was actually missed calls from Vera.” I said loudly. “Funny enough, she hasn’t totally gotten over you.” I added.
“You discuss me with Vera?” He grimaced.
“Not really. I just wanted to know what she felt about your breakup with her.”
“Did she say anything?”
“She refused to say. But she is not over it yet. That girl is just something else. Thank God I’ve moved on. She should just be on her own and enjoy her jankered marriage. Tsk!”
Collins came out of the bathroom naked and found my concoction on the bed. “What is that?”
“It’s​ what I call concoction. A mixture of apple, cucumber, banana, carrots, groundnuts and yoghurt. It’s cool and tastes nice. Look, it’s quite thick and pasty and creamy.”
“That’s smoothie. Hope that doesn’t purge us to death this night?”
“Oh, call it whatever you like but after taking this, you will thank me later.”
Collins smiled and joined me on the bed. I poured out the content into little bowls and inserted a spoon each. He liked it, it’s taste was unique with the sour taste and chilled temperature of the yogurt making it spot on. We fed each and ended up playing with the excesses. Soon, we both had our bodies covered in the paste of the smothies.
Collins carried me into the bathroom and stepped into the lathering tub. He invited me in to sit just in front of him. His tub was large enough for the two bodies to at least move around but not without making contact. We had our legs stretched out against our ge****ls. I delighted in tossing his pestle with my toes and poking his sack. He smiled, he liked it.
We bathed without looking away from each other, admiring our bodies in any way we could. When it was time to drain the lathered water so we could rinse, he asked me to unplug the drainage. I did and the water began to drain.
Just as the tub was draining its last, I heard the clang of metal against ceramics and groped in the lather to know what it was.
“What are you looking for?” He asked.
“I heard something.” I said and felt the metal. I withdrew my hand from the lather and blew air on it to clear it for a better vision at a golden ring with a large diamond stone.
“What is this?” I asked perplexed. My face twitched into horror as many thoughts flashed into my mind in split seconds. Was he seeing someone else? The ring surely belonged to another woman whom he also shared the bath tub with. How could I have been a fool all this time? My face was red with blush. “Who’s she?” I asked with a stern quaky voice.
Collins chuckled and calmly replied, “It’s you baby, will you marry me?”
My jaw dropped as I tried to understand what he was saying as if he had spoken Latin before.
“I can’t think of anyone else but you baby. I want us to live together as husband and wife. Please my queen, marry me. Just say yes.”
I put both hands on my chest and laughed. I handed him the ring and stretched out my left hand fingers.
“Put the damn ring on my finger silly boy.” I chuckled.
He made a facial expression of mock refute and took the ring from me, we both burst into laughter. He put the ring on me. I admired the ring and hugged it tight. I had a better and more expensive ring than Vera. I leaned forward and hugged him with my slimmy lathered body. That wasn’t going to pass without electric. I kissed him.
“Thank you baby. I promise to be your wife and give you my whole body, soul and all. I will be loyal to you forever.” I was so happy.
We locked gazes for a while before he stretched his hand and put on the shower so it splashed water directly on my face. We guffawed and he turned me around so I had my back to him. My massive behind was rubbing against his c**k skin and that didn’t seem funny at all. He washed lather off our bodies and using the hand shower. He showered my b***s and caressed them at the same time. He ran the splashes all over me sensually while nibbling at my earlobes and neck, standing my hairs with the breath of his nostrils.
“Hmm…” I helplessly let out a soft moan.
Collins lowered the shower to my thighs and crotch, I involuntarily spread my legs and placed them on either sides of the tub squirming and bucking my hips in rhythm to his soft torture.
“Oh my, babyyyy…” I whispered, wriggling all over him. I whimpered and kept making tiny buzzing sounds, dying slowly.
“I’m hungry baby, can you now feed me that p***y?” Collins whispered over my neck.
The sound of his voice behind me sent shivers down my spine, but the idea of getting a head, melted me. I moved away from him and turned around.
I knelt with both knees on both of his flanks. Collins slid down a bit so his face came level with my crotch. Oh dear, he breathed on my crotch before splashing on it again.
“Eat the living dead outta me baby.” Before he could say a word, I’d grabbed his head and shoved him into my crotch.
He kissed below my navel and ran his tongue symmetrically down to the divide of my l***a. He used his tongue to slit the curtains of my l***a for the inner pinnacle to be revealed. Collins had no respect for holiness at all. That which was hidden in the inner chamber, he exposed with his tongue and flickered it over the erected c**t that stood, yearning for attention.
“Uhhhhh…” I je**ed as he made contact. This felt totally different. I almost had a seizure. WTF!
Collins applied pressure with his tongue and began running it slowly up and down with every wetness he could garner. I looked so apologetic with a sorry face begging for attention. He dropped the shower and used both hands to separate the l***a to avoid further restriction. Ever seen a man diligent in his tasks? Collins was dining with kings already. He planted his lips on my l***a and suckled at it with vacuum in his mouth.
“Yeeee!” I let out a sharp cry but he grabbed my buttocks and pressed my waist against his face. No hope of escape, just death awaiting me. I clung on to him and almost fell off the tub but for his strength with which he grabbed.
“Yeeaaah! Uhhhhh! Aaarrrgggg!” I couldn’t stop screaming and he didn’t dare to stop. Rather, he began tongue-f**king me. I kept on screaming.
“I’m coming… I’m coming uhhhhbhh!” I clung to him as I tensed and stopped feeling my limbs. I felt all the juice rush out while he took them all. He slid his two fingers in me like trying to dig up something and feeling the rough mound just under my c**toris. He thrust in and out until I cried and rocked my waist as the entire fluid came rushing for the second time in a row. What was I in for?
I grabbed his er****on and was about to reciprocate when he opted against it and kissed me on the forehead.
“Join me in bed.” He said and grabbed a towel.
There was something about his countenance I didn’t like. But what ever it was would be sorted out in bed.
Episode 18
Even after I'd been engaged, one thing I never stopped doing was to engage in a solo competition with Vera, one she was never aware.
Since after I left her wedding, I only took her call once and it ended there. But now, I posted series of pictures taken in Collins's luxurious apartment on Facebook, Instagram and all other social media accounts I had. He'd assured me we'd be moving to Lekki after our marriage and each time I visited the Island I'd be fighting an unknown battle with everyone I see there, mindless of if they lived on the Island or not. I just had this idea that I was going to be joining them soon and rehearsed the big girl I'd be acting in Collins's car.
I stayed a little above one week with Collins with my hole drilled at every chance he got. He'd wake up in the morning and drill a round or two, occasionally run back home and drill another set of rounds with clothes on, then run back home a little earlier than closing time for the same purpose. He also ensured we fed well and even studied s*x enhancements foods which he bought and ensured we stocked the house with them.
During our free days, we played games like Whot, ludo, quizzes, Scrabble and seldom chess. The main game was in what happens to the one who fails, he'd have to obey what ever task imposed by the the other party. I always lost so had a larger part of the penalties.
Sometimes the punishment would be to give him blow job for a specified duration, lick his as***le or even ma******te with any item he seemed fit while he watched. At times I'd feel uncomfortable about it but wouldn't want to spoil the fun, I'm not a Kill-joy. So in turn, I'd use my own fewer wins to get a head, b**b treat with icy yogurt or Irish cream or anything I could get a hold on or even have him lick my ass too. Hmmm, that was sensational though.
So one of the highlights included one day he'd requested we played a game which involved role play. I didn't understand that but felt he just wanted to remember childhood, playing daddy and mummy, but no. He tied my hands and legs to the bed posts and pinned my head down so I couldn't move them, just squirm and wriggle under him while he did everything thing he could think of to my body. He licked every part of my body from my loved to my neck and my cleavage to my ni***es. He sucked my navel before he went to lick and suck everything around my crotch region while I screamed and eventually passed out from extreme pleasure.
When I woke up, he had made a meal for me to eat and I fed well while he told me I was awesome and his only source of happiness. I smiled weakly.
"You see, I've come to understand why so many marriages break up and people don't last in marriages," he analysed. "The reason people cheat on their spouses is lack of adventure.
When you are always adventurous about s*x, always willing to explore every available space, you will be faced with many options of styles and s*x activities that the missionary will be an act you crave for but don't get a chance to practise."
While he spoke, i kept wondering what other thing as left to explore or would be left to explore before we got married. I explained that I needed some rest as my whole body was in pain from excess drilling and reminded him that he was massive below.
He laughed and said, "Baby see, no pain no pleasure. There is no pain with pleasure and vise versa. Pain and pleasure go together to make a perfect and complete sense."
I didn't understand one thing but he promised to let me be for some days but not without occasional blow jobs and hand jobs or even leg jobs- yes, he taught me that too. How I could him to come with my legs as my hands without inflicting any form of injuries. Collins was something else.
Eventually, I left his house to go and inform my parents further down south about him and pave way for an introduction. My old friends became old cargo because of the shopping Collins took me prior to my departure. I bought things for everyone at home and my mother danced and praised God for answering our prayers. I stopped sharing public transport with people and took a drop everywhere, assuring​ my siblings that the next time I'd visit, I'd be driving my own car.
Marriage plans kicked off and Collins found it easy to pay everything he was asked and added extra. I got to meet Collins's friends and funny enough they were not married yet, not any one of them. They nodded in approval when they got to know I was The One.
The One?
What did they mean by that? I didn't want to ponder over it and give myself a heart attack.
After all, every man would have a number of girlfriends but would eventually end up marrying one. Yet my concern was on how they kept staring at me and my buttocks especially, in a very suggestive way. Collins didn't seem to bother but instead kept high shoulders. I decided not to make anything out of all that, not to dwell on that, perhaps everything would change after the knot was tied.
The traditional marriage was the best my village had ever experienced. The pictures made rounds on all my social media platforms I owned accounts, with altered settings to keep off Vera.
Why I kept Vera away nevertheless, still remained vague to me. She was happily married, which I never admitted, yet I didn't want her around me. I didn't want her to attend my wedding, neither to realise it was Collins I was getting married to. I knew she would find out soon but what did I care? I was waiting for the impending consequential drama.
We flew business class to Paris to shop for the wedding and spent the succeeding weekend in Switzerland. He assured me our honeymoon would be in Asia, with Dubai top on the list. I didn't just fall in love with Collins, I drowned in love for him.
On the eve of my wedding, just as I was about to sleep, my phone started ringing. Collins wouldn't be calling me at this time of the night. Not after he had sneaked to my hotel for some quickie before leaving and calling to inform me he'd arrived his own hotel room. I ignored but the caller kept calling, four more times. I became worried and heaved myself off the bed to the socket and picked up the phone.
"Mtcheeeeeeew!" I hissed a very long one and put my phone on silent. Vera must have learnt of the wedding and was calling. I had been rehearsing for the drama but didn't include ungodly hours in my practice.
I dozed off moments later and woke up to a long sermon of how I was a betrayer. She lamented pathetically in her text on how she had loved me so dearly but never understood why I hated her so much. She never thought I'd be going out with Collins even after her instincts had given her reasons to.
I read her text and deleted it without a tinge of guilt. Just as I was about to leave my hotel room to the waiting car, another text came in and it happened to be part of the first message that was hanging.
It was Vera telling me if only I had told her, I'd never have made the worst mistake of my life. I thought of calling her back to know what she meant by that before a knock came on my door. I was running out of time...
To be continued.