KEIRA "What?!" Clint stopped wiping the plate in his grip.I stood up and reiterated. “I need to go home. Right now.” He dropped the plate in the sink and turned to lock eyes with me. “Is everything alright, Keira? I mean, you wanted this, and we just got here.”I took a deep breath, “ I know.” I drawled. “I have never been so scared for my life. Calvin messed me up badly. I thought a break from everything would be nice." “But…?” He urged me. “But I don’t want to be selfish about it. When I upped and ran, I did not think about Papa’s feelings.”He nodded and tapped his fingers on the counter, studying me. “I understand.” He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. We stood there for a moment, soaking up each other. “I’ll go pack our bags,” he said when we disentangled. “It’ll only take a minute, okay?” I laughed heartily. “Come on, you don’t expect me just to sit around. I’m coming with.”“I got it…” “I’m coming with. I’m not an egg. You pamper me too much,” I insisted.
KEIRA The air crackled with tension as I stepped into my father's mansion. I held my breath as I looked around for Papa, expecting him to greet me at the door, but there was no sign of him. Instead, I heard the sound of a raised voice coming from the sitting room. I immediately recognised it as Papa's. I had never heard him spit such fire from his mouth in my entire life. I walked down the hallway, my heart racing, and peered around the doorframe. Papa was standing in the middle of the room, his face red with anger. I had expected his anger, but the storm that awaited me was far fiercer than what I had anticipated. Papa's face, usually composed and stern, was contorted with a mixture of fury and disappointment. "How could she have disappeared without a trace?"He was barking at some men in uniform, whom I noted to be some security agents. He must have sent them out to look for me or something. They all stood motionless while Father paced and raved. "I pay you to do your job, Mr. W
KEIRADays had passed since the intense disagreement between Papa and me, and a heavy silence hung in the air. The tension was palpable, and the once-warm atmosphere of our home turned into a chilly void. I got consumed by my emotions and refused to venture outside my room. Hunger gnawed at me, but my stubbornness kept her confined. In an attempt to further isolate me, Papa had confiscated my phone, cutting me off from the outside world. It was a move I was sure he hoped would force me to confront the situation. Nothing he did rattled me more than his attempt to bar me from my therapist. If only he knew how his decision messed with my mental health. Throughout the night, I kept thinking about Clint, turning in my bed as I reminisced about the past few months with him. What it was about him that got my blood singing in my veins, I did not know, but it was a very good feeling. Fuck! The thought of him made me hot all over and I felt my libido igniting. I missed him so much. I needed
KEIRA Several minutes had passed, and I was growing impatient, losing count of the number of times I had checked the phone. When Clint had not yet replied, I picked up the phone and dialled his number. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer. Finally, his voice came through the line. "Clint..." was all I could say. "Keira? I was about to call. My God, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you for days. What's wrong?" he asked urgently, his voice full of concern."My father had taken away my phone," I confessed. "What?" he says, sounding shocked. "Keira, that's horrible. "I need your help," I interjected, my voice shaking. "I need you right now. If I don't see you today, I might die." "Don't say that, Keira. We just need to get Calvin and then your father can see the sacrifices that we made on his behalf." "Clint, you don't understand. I cannot wait till then. You need to come over now, or I might harm myself. I can't take the frustration anymore." "Keira, cal
KEIRA "How do you feel now?" Clint asked, stroking my hair.We were in my room, safely locked away from the most staff and annoying security guard. We had asked them not to mention the incident that afternoon to Papa. Clint had tucked me into bed and had washed my face with a wet towel, ensuring I was given anything I wanted. I felt great, and I let him know. He smiled at me in return, silently watching me. "I could be better, though," I mentioned, shuffling to sit up. "Oh, you want something else?" Clint helped me up. When I rested on the headboard, I nodded. One look at me and realisation settled in his eyes. "I want to fuck you." "Keira..." he whispered, visibly turned on. "That is what I want, Clint." I had moved closer while speaking, so close that I felt the heat from his breath. I let my voice trail off. I raised up my gaze, begging him with my eyes to take me.For a moment, I was afraid that he would reject me, but he leaned forward and kissed me. I was triumphant as I
KEIRA Just as I moaned and approached climax, he pulled back and began to once again slap his now sloppy wet cock all over my face. It hit me harder this time. I gasped in the throes of pleasure as he hit me with his meat, begging him to do it harder and faster while I came on my fingertips. I felt my pussy flood with warm fluid as I orgasmed, and screamed in ecstasy. Rather than relieve the pressure of my horniness, the orgasm only made it worse, and as I gasped and came down, still feeling Clint's cock rubbing my face, I knew I needed more of his thick member.Pulling my hand from my skirt, I suddenly removed his hand from my head and stood up on shaky legs. Unzipping my skirt as I turned around, I shimmied the material down as far as my thighs, revealing my large white bum and glistening pussy lips as I rested vertically on the wall, arching my bum as far as they could go. Leaving no time for second thoughts, I reached back and grabbed his massive dick like a handle, pulling him
KEIRAI was sad to see Clint go. But we both knew it was best he left before Papa got back. After sharing a sweet, lingering kiss, I felt a rush of euphoria that carried me through the rest of the day. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and the world felt full of possibilities. As I savoured the happiness that came from our encounter, I could not help but reflect on the contrast between Clint's warm presence and the looming shadow of my stepbrother, Calvin.In the tranquil confines of my home's kitchen, I sat down to enjoy my lunch, a buffalo chicken grain bowl, basking in the peace that Clint's visit had brought. The familiar surroundings provided a sense of comfort, and I allowed myself to relax, my worries momentarily forgotten.The taste of my food seemed richer, each bite savoured with newfound joy. As I looked out of the kitchen window, my thoughts drifted back to Clint. His smile, the way he made me laugh, and the gentle touch of his lips against mine replayed in my mi
KEIRA I had been sitting on the couch in the living room, engrossed in a novel when I heard Papa's voice calling out to me from the hall. "Keira! We need to talk this instant!" My heart sank. I knew what this was about, and I had been dreading this moment, but now it was here. I stormed up the stairs to pack anything important that I would need when the shrill sound of a cell phone ringing broke the silence. “The police,” Papa’s assistant informed him, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Papa had taken the call and I strained my ears to listen in on the conversation. “Alright, officer. Thanks a lot.” I heard him say and end the call. “Keira,” Papa called out softly. “Come here, please.”Reluctantly, I descended the steps and walked to the doorway where my father was waiting. He held a cell phone in his hand, and his face was grim. "The police just called," he said. "They have caught Calvin." I felt a rush of relief mixed with dread. On the one hand, I was glad that the man who had