After a couple of dates, Kunle decided to switch things up. He wondered if Aishat would break things off with him tonight. He couldn’t understand why she kept agreeing to go out with him. They kissed on their second date and made out at her place on their third date. But after that, they didn’t progress further and he didn’t know why.
Dinner was served. Kunle admired Aishat as she sat across the table. She had on a wig with streaks of brown and black, and her eyes sparkled. He loved her lips and loved kissing them. Recently though, she hadn’t let him kiss her. Tonight, she wouldn’t even make eye contact with him.
Kunle asked if she was a virgin, hoping to get some answers at least since things weren’t going well.
Aishat looked at him with shock in her eyes.
“No…wait, why…”
“Do you have any std? We can work something out.”
Aishat laughed nervously and shook her head.
“Kunle, I don’t have….”
“Why haven’t we fucked then?”
She put her wine glass down and crossed her arms.
“It’s hard to explain. I want to, but it’s difficult to put into words.”
She looked small and sad in the chair across from him. He wanted to hug her and apologize for bringing it up. He really liked her and wanted her in his life. She must have felt something for him too, since she kept saying “yes” to all their dates. So what was the problem?
“Can’t what? Can’t tell me? Can’t explain?
She shook her head.
“I shouldn’t have agreed to go on that first date with you, Kunle. I’m sorry.
She paused, looking frustrated as she struggled to explain. Kunle was still confused.
“I like you a lot, even though I know I shouldn’t,” she continued. “Oh, thank you very much for that.”
Aishat expressed her frustration, but she acknowledged that he was the nicest guy she had ever met.
“Okay…..”
“I don’t know how to say it, Kunle.”
“How about you write me a letter if you can’t say it.”
Aishat’s eyes widened at the suggestion.
“A letter? I can do that. I’ll do that.”
He didn’t think she would agree, but the idea of a letter or any explanation for her behaviour excited him. At this point, knowing why she wouldn’t sleep with him turned him on almost as much as her agreeing to sleep with him.
“I’ll write a letter to explain everything and mail it to you. Then you can decide if you still want to see me. It will help us both feel better.”
Kunle nodded in agreement.
“Okay, write the letter. But I will definitely come back to see you.”
Aishat looked down and then quickly got up, grabbing her purse before leaving.
She gave him a weak smile as she looked at him.
I really like you,” she said. “So please read the letter first before making any promises to me.”
She left the restaurant, possibly never to be seen in his life again.
Kunle hurried home from work for three days, checking his mail first thing. But there was nothing. Finally, on the fourth day, her mail popped up in his inbox.
It took all of his willpower not to open it up before getting home. His eyes fell on the first sentence and he began to read.
“She was sitting on the bed, naked, with her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her head was down, and her eyes were closed, doing what he told her to do, like she always did. She had put her long hair into low pigtails that hung over her shoulders and tickled her collarbone, just like he wanted. He seemed to like how she looked, her hair was styled simply, her body was bare, and her eyes were made up with black eyeliner, making her look important. She was willing to do anything he wanted. She would style her hair the way he wanted, dress the way he liked…anything to make him happy. All he had to do was tell her what to do.”
‘She tensed as the bedroom door creaked open. She squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the urge to glance at him. She adored looking at him, his full black hair, his piercing eyes, the leather bracelet and watch he always wore. He habitually rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and she had never before appreciated how alluring male forearms could be until she met him.’
Kunle stopped reading and gulped some of the water in the glass beside him. He scratched his hair. Wait, was Aishat writing about him? No way. They had never been together, only in his dreams. He kept reading.
‘She gasped as he touched her shoulders and neck, his fingers softly pressing into her throat. Her body responded to his touch, which was both gentle and intense. Then he kissed her neck and put a leather collar around her neck to show that he owned her.’
‘He kissed her from her ear to her shoulder and back again. She flinched when he bit her earlobe. He told her to get on her hands and knees. She did it immediately without hesitating.’
‘His hands explored her body, touching her gently and intimately. She could feel his eyes on her as he examined her most private areas. She felt a rush of desire, not embarrassment.’
‘He put two fingers inside her, finding her core. She sighed as he pulled them out. Then he became rough, handcuffing her and forcing her onto her knees. He made her suck his dick, and she enjoyed it. Even though she belonged to him, she felt like she owned him in moments like these.’
‘His breathing quickened and she readied herself to swallow. Instead, he pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her by the shoulder, and dragged her once more to her feet.’
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he whispered in her ear.’
“Yes sir.”
“Is it because you like sucking dick? Or because you like sucking my dick?”
‘She smiled.’
“Yes sir, I like sucking your dick.”
‘He chuckled softly and playfully bit her neck.’
“Right answer.”
‘She watched him undress, keeping her eyes down. She felt a strong desire for him, but her admiration for his dominance was even stronger.’
Kunle coughed and took some more water.
‘He gently guided her to the closet door and used a restraint system he had given her as a birthday gift to tie her up. This made it much easier for him to flog her.’
‘He removed the handcuffs and disregarded them, then proceeded to secure her arms above her head by fastening each wrist to the straps on the door. She leaned her head against the door and took deep breaths, entering a meditative state. The first strike of the flogger didn’t disrupt her trance, but the second, stronger one did. She grunted with each new hit, feeling the burning pain on her back and the intense desire in her body. She was torn between wanting it to continue endlessly and needing it to stop immediately.’
‘He stopped using the flogger and hugged her from behind. At first, she flinched from the pain, but feeling his warm body against her sore back reignited a strong desire in her.’
‘As he released her from the door and guided her to the bed, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Finally, she could relax and let go.’
“On your stomach,” he said, and she rolled over onto her side, spreading her legs for him. She loved to open up for him, to give her body to him, to let him take her in whatever way he wanted. He knelt on her hips, thrusting into her, and she lay almost immobile beneath him, letting him use her body for his pleasure. He gripped her wrists tightly, pinning her to the bed as he thrust faster and faster.
She tried not to think about how her body reacted to his every stroke, his every touch. The tip of his cock touched her g-spot, and she groaned into the sheets. His mouth was on her sensitive center of back, and she wanted to lift her hips, let him take her deeper, let him bring her to orgasm, but this time it was just for him, and him alone. She loved to give herself to him, to be used only to meet his needs. His breathing quickened, his grip on her wrists tightening to a point of pain.’
“Bite me,” he ordered, and she brought her lips to his arm, biting down hard on his skin. He shuddered in her mouth as her mouth marked the moment on his arm.’
‘He took a deep breath, and she settled back into the bed. She had not bitten him, but he was going to have a mark on his arm for at least the next week. And knowing him, he would have taken a picture of the bruise and sent it to her in the morning with a small note that said,
“Every time I look at that bruise, my penis grows.”
‘With a firm touch, he flipped her onto her back. He proceeded to kiss her breasts, starting with a gentle touch and gradually increasing the intensity as he sucked on her nipples. By gripping her knees, he widened her legs and inserted two fingers inside her. His fingers glided smoothly within her, aided by her own arousal and his semen. Adding a third finger to the mix, she couldn’t help but arch her hips off the bed in pleasure. As he twisted his hand inside her, he held her down against the mattress while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris with his lips. With skilled movements, he targeted her G-spot, massaged her labia, and created a sensation of spiraling circles that left her in a state of ecstasy. His lips and tongue continued to explore her, bringing her to the brink of climax and leaving her on the edge. Just as she was about to fall, he caught her, ensuring her pleasure was fulfilled.’
‘He traced a path of kisses from her stomach, up her ribcage, along her chest, and reached her lips. At last, their mouths united and she could taste her juices on his tongue.’
‘He pulled back, looking down at her, and gently brushed a strand of hair off her forehead.’
“My little girl,” he whispered softly.’
“Yes zaddy…” she sighed and closed her eyes.’
Kunle reached the end of the letter and was compelled to start over, reading it from the beginning once more.
So this was her? This woman who desired to be owned, used, flogged, tied up, taken, possessed…this was Aishat? The same woman who hadn’t even slept with him after two months and many dates? This wildly sexual, confident, and erotic woman?
“I’m different…” those were her words at dinner. Kunle shook his head in realization. The woman had told him “no” not because she was a virgin, religious, or scared… but because she was kinky and needed to be with someone like her.
“You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met. You’re kind and sweet and gentle…” Aishat was kinky, and she thought he wasn’t. That’s why she hadn’t had sex with him all this time. For weeks, she wanted to reveal her true self to him, but she was too embarrassed, too shy. Instead of telling him, she had shown him. Judging by the almost painful erection pressing against the fly of his pants, it was evident that he had enjoyed what he saw.
In seconds, Kunle dashed out of the door and into his car. Racing across town, he reached her apartment in no time.
He knocked on the door, and Aishat opened it with wide, cautious eyes.
“Kunle…what are you..”
Before she could finish the sentence, he covered her mouth with his hand, entered the apartment, and kicked the door shut behind him. Pushing her against the wall, Kunle pinned her, rendering her immobile.
“Don’t scream,” he said as he lowered his hand from his mouth. She was already breathing heavily. He slid a hand between them, reached under her skirt, pushed her panties aside, and slid a finger into her. She was already wet for him. “Still think I’m too nice for you?”
She swallowed.
“No.”
“That was you in the letter,” he said as he moved his finger in and out of her, making her pant. “But you didn’t name him. Was that me?”
A slight smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
“Yes, that was you.”
Kunle kissed her neck and bit her hard enough to make her whimper. He didn’t plan to let her go until morning.
“Good, cancel any plans you have. It’s about to be a long night.”
Written by Sixtie 9ine
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