CHAPTER SIXTEEN
NATHANIEL
We walked into House Café Restaurant in Lekki, and as I had expected, she was dazzled by the lights. It is nothing short of a work of art.
I was thrilled the first time I came here to meet a friend, and like her, I had also tried hard not to show how impressed I was.
I only wished I wasn't this transparent. I laughed inside my head but allowed only a small smile to escape.
"Do you like it here?" I asked, and she nodded. I could tell she was mesmerized by the scenery — exactly as I expected.
"Sir, this way," a waitress said, leading us to our seat. I noticed the waitress's slight touches — way too unprofessional — but I let it pass.
Once seated, she handed us the menus. I could tell she was doing everything she could to pretend Caro wasn't sitting beside me.
Caroline noticed too but ignored the waitress's advances toward me.
I thought, It's up to me to fight my battles here. Most women would immediately mark their territory — just not Caro. She's different, but I bet I'll break her.
"What would you like to have, darling?" I asked, and the waitress's face fell. She quickly put on a professional expression.
"What will you have, ma'am?" she asked, and Caroline finally looked up. We gave our orders.
We made small talk as we ate.
She asked a few questions, mostly about my fiancée — subtle but deliberate. I answered without revealing much, as expected. With her, it's always about money.
Something in me closed off then. I couldn't wait to get the night over with. When we finished eating and I settled the bill, I asked,
"The night is still young. How about some dancing? Are you game?"
She nodded.
Caroline had said little tonight, aside from her earlier interrogation about my wealth — a total turn-off, but I let it pass because of the greater goal.
We headed out of the restaurant, and I drove to Night-Shift Coliseum.
Getting in was easy. I led Caro straight to the bar — the earlier I got some liquor in me, the faster the night could move forward.
I ordered two bottles of Dom Pérignon.
At first, she was reluctant to drink.
"I don't want alcohol tonight," she said.
I laughed. "Don't reject what you haven't tasted."
I stood and walked to the VIP lounge while she followed, the service girl carrying our drinks.
Once we were seated, I poured her a glass of Dom Pérignon.
As soon as she tasted it, the night began to move as planned.
We danced, drank, danced again, and I got her thoroughly wasted.
Something told me she would be difficult — the kind to drag things out before letting me in — and I had no patience for games. This was the quickest way to move in for the kill.
I moved closer to her, dropped my head and kissed her.
I had not expected fire to shoot through my veins, causing passion to drive through my body and settle in my junior.
I released her and danced with her loosely.
As the music changed to Slows, I grounded into her, made her feel what she was doing to me, and then slipped my hand into her throngs. Thank god I bought it, then into her wet fold.
God, she is so wet.
I wondered how long she had been this wet. I couldn't help the fact that I wanted to kiss her again. So, I leaned in and kissed her again, experiencing the electrifying feeling.
She deepened the kiss, and I became lost as our tongues fought, and I won, taking this to a different level.
Somewhere deep inside of me, a groan escapes, meeting a matching mourning from her as I feel her rub at my now very stiff shift.
I know I can't take this anymore, so I whispered. "Let's take this out of here." She nodded, and I guided her towards the exit.
Once we got to the car park, she gripped me, dragged me closer and kissed me roughly.
I was not expecting the kiss, so my control slipped.
I held her and pushed her to one of the cars, her back to me.
I parted the slit of her dress, raising it gently, then slipped my hands into her lap, moving up.
I tore off her lace thongs, and her body shook in surprise.
She tried to look at me, but I gently pushed her back to the car and placed the torn material on the car, lifting her gown carefully over her butt.
I want her to remember me with this gown when I am long gone.
When she was all set as I wanted her, naked butt fresh in the open.
I quickly let down my panties, searching my pocket for the condom I thought I put in the inner poket, but it was missing.
Remembering I kept it in the car, I contemplated retrieving the condom from my car, but I couldn't, knowing the moment would slip if I did.
"Are you on pills?" I asked her
"No, I am not." She answered. "I had no boyfriend for a while, so I didn't think I needed one."
"Ok, then I will just have to rely on withdrawal."
"Okay, please be caref....."I drove into her before she finished her talk. My God, she is so tight, too tight.
I purse as I feel my balls tighten, ready to deliver my seed.
Not yet, just not yet; I tried to think of anything but the way her pussy, make me feel. When I was a bit calmed, I started to drill her in.
Her scream would alert everyone's attention to us if we were not careful, so I covered her mouth with my hand and let her have it, all my anger, frustration, passion, thrill and strength.
I picked up a steady speed and did not relent even when she silently screamed through her first and second rapid release.
I hammered on like the bull, lifting one of her legs. I placed it on the car, giving me a chance to work her clitoris with one hand and pinch her nipples with the second.
She opened her mouth to scream her third release, but I quickly covered her mouth with mine, and I let myself come, shooting into her my seeds.
I felt myself pouring as I rode on cloud nine.
Only when I was back on earth did I remember withdrawal, and I quickly moved away from her.
She put down her leg slowly, picked up her thong and used it to clean up herself; then adjusted her gown.
"That was something else, thanks," she said. I looked at her, and suddenly, I knew the night was far from over
She picked up her clutch from the bonnet, brought out her phone, and started working on it with her back to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, looking over her shoulder at the screen.
"I'm calling an Uber."
What the hell? I thought. Did I fail to satisfy her? I thought I did.
"Why?" I asked.
"I need to get home, you know."
Of course, I knew — but something in her tone rubbed me the wrong way. No one had ever messed with my emotions the way this woman does.
Just when I thought I could call this a done deal, she had to take the power back — acting like she could just walk away after I'd decided the night wasn't over. No. That's not how this ends.
I'm in charge. It's over only when I say it is.
"Can I ask you a question?" I said.
"Yes."
"Do you regret this?"
"No. Far from it."
Thank God. I exhaled slowly. You'll regret it eventually, but not now, I thought to myself.
"Then, would you want a repeat?"
"Sure thing — only I'm exhausted," she said, shifting her weight from one leg to another.
No, you're not, I thought. When I'm through with you, you'll be — in every sense of the word.
"Then get in the car. I'll take you home," I said.
"Really? To your place?" she asked.
A warning bell rang in my head. No way. The last thing I needed was her knowing where I lived — not when this was over.
"No, to yours," I said instead.
"Oh no, not mine. It's not… conducive."
As if I didn't already know that. Still, I needed her there. That was part of the plan. She shook her head, unwilling to take me home.
"Do you want to be mine?" I asked, locking eyes with her.
I saw the fire spark — a good sign.
"I would very much want to," she said softly.
Good girl, I thought. Now, let's wrap this up.
"Then give me your address."
She hesitated, then reluctantly gave it to me