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2024-10-29 19:42:56The kiss went on for a few more seconds. Boma didn't know how long she could keep still under his arousing onslaught. She could barely move, anyway. He had her immobile.
Donovan had no intentions of letting her go until he got what he wanted. A small moan of surrender escaped her lips and when he heard it, he released her with satisfaction. That was what he had been waiting for.
She looked at him with dazed eyes again, her breathing fast from being thoroughly kissed.
She set her eyes on his chest, her face colored with embarrassment.
"Are you a virgin?" He asked, suspecting that she was, but wanting verbal confirmation.
She started to nod, decided against it, and stayed silent.
"I asked you a question."
Her eyes remained on his chest.
"Do not make me repeat myself."
She snapped out of her silence and nodded.
"I want words."
"Yes."
"Hmm. Even though I suspected correctly, it's still surprising in this era. Nonetheless, I like it."
She didn't say anything. She pressed her lips together, wishing she was anywhere but there.
She felt his fingers gently urging her to meet his gaze.
"Because you're a virgin, I won't rush you, but I will play with you. Okay?"
She was confused by his words.
"Play with me?"
His voice lowered to a seductive slow tone and he cupped her face as he let her know exactly what he was talking about.
"That means, I will touch you, Boma. I will kiss you. I will caress and romance you. I will suck you, lick you everywhere. I will finger you. But I won't take you. Now, is there something else you would like to tell me?"
Her response came out in stutters.
"I don't- I don't agree with the...the play-the playing with-"
"That topic is not up for discussion anymore. Or would you rather I mess with your precious V Card? I will be more than happy to."
She quickly shook her head and he released her face.
"Well, one more thing," he said, caressing her cheek with a finger. "You cannot lose the gift of your innocence to any guy in this school or any other guy. Not while I'm your boyfriend. If I find out, I will kill him." He observed her shudders, but it didn't keep him from continuing with his threat. "And that will be after I kill you. And before that, I will ensure that I break your legs first- those very legs that you dared to spread for him. Am I understood?"
She nodded, her eyes filling rapidly, triggered by her fear of him.
"Good." He said. Then he planted a kiss on her forehead.
She was still frightened but strangely, his kiss on her forehead began to calm her jitters a little.
"Now, let's go shopping."
Boma recalled that he mentioned shopping. Somehow, she didn't think it would be serious or so soon.
"I'm not- I'm not supposed to take gifts from- from strangers. I don't-I don't know you."
He gave her an incredulous look. "Are you serious?"
"I don't-I don't think I need anything from-"
"Shut up."
Her speech was cut off at his abruptly given command. Then he pulled her up to her feet.
They were facing each other now and she kept her eyes on the floor.
"Look at me."
She lifted her gaze and managed to meet his. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Now, let's go." He said, taking her hand firmly in his.
She had no choice but to go with him, aware of his wingmen following them.
Outside, she had thought that his guys would join them in his car but they took another vehicle, leaving them alone in his sleek, dark grey SUV.
She sat beside him, hands clasped together.
"Relax." He said as he started the car. "Get used to being around me because you're mine now."
She tried to relax, but it was hard. She was nervous. To look convincing in her attempt at relaxation, she let her back rest on the chair.
He steered the car onto the campus roads, heading towards the campus gates. Boma noticed his wingmen following behind them in the rearview mirror. It didn't surprise her; she figured it was part of their role.
She nervously clasped her hands together, her main concern being the ring. She kept her left hand covered with her right, praying fervently that he wouldn't notice. So far, he hadn't, but their date wasn't over yet. She couldn't shake the worry that he might notice at any moment.
The car finally passed through security at the gate. She observed how the gatemen greeted him with respect.
As Donovan navigated the car through the streets of the island, a thought struck her.
If she could get Hilda to bring the ring to whatever boutique he was taking her to, she would be free of the fear consuming her.
She took out her phone and began texting Hilda. Then she realized she didn't know which boutique they were going to.
"D," she said tentatively.
"Yeah."
"Could you tell me what boutique we are going to and the location?"
"Why?" He asked without sparing her a glance.
"I just want to know."
"Why?" He repeated as though she had not spoken.
"I just- I just want to know." She said in a louder voice, thinking that he had not heard her.
He glanced at her.
"Why?" He repeated before returning his gaze to the road.
"Because I...I just want to know." She answered, her voice laced with uncertainty. Because now, she knew that he had heard her. And she didn't know why he was being difficult about it.
"Boma," he said, still not looking at her.
"Yes."
"I asked you a question."
"But I-I already answered."
"I don't believe your response. If you're scared that I'm taking you somewhere else other than the boutique, I understand. But you don't have to lie to me about it. Okay?"
"Okay, but that's not- that's not my reason."
"Fine. Ever shopped at Majestic?"
"No," she admitted. Majestic was the biggest mall on the island, and every store there was pricey. She couldn't even dream of going there.
"That's where we're going."
"Okay. Thank you," she said, feeling overwhelmed by the privilege.
"It’s my pleasure."
She immediately resumed her text to Hilda. About to send an SMS, she realized she could be wasting precious airtime. Instead, she went online to check if Hilda was available on chat.
Luckily, she found Hilda online. She flashed her cell phone and messaged her:
Boma
Hey, I need your help URGENTLY.
It took about five seconds before Hilda responded:
Hilda
Are u ok? Where are u? Are u with him?
Their chat began from there.
Boma
Yes. We had lunch. Now we are going to Majestic.
Hilda
I knew he was serious. What's the problem?
Boma
Yes, he is. I 4got the ring on my bed. I am so scared he will find out
Hilda
Y did u 4get? Gosh. This is serious. He will drill u. You've not heard of what happens to Point One babes caught without their ring?
Boma froze, not daring to steal a glance at Donovan. Her fingers started to shake, but she managed to continue.
Boma
Pls, help me bring it to Majestic b4 he finds out. Please.
Hilda
I'm already heading to the room. I will be there soon
Boma
Please, hurry. Thanks.
Hilda
"I'll be there. Try 2 keep cool.
Boma
Ok.will try.
After ending their chat, Boma was startled by Donovan's voice.
"I see you were chatting."
"Yes," she replied, seeing no reason to deny it.
"With who?"
"My friend and roommate."
"I see. Okay. Give me your hand, will you? Let me feel you while I drive," he said, already reaching for her left hand and gently folding it in his. His touch was warm, but it sent her heartbeat racing with mounting anxiety.
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As he caressed her hand, she held her breath. She could feel her hands trembling in his.“I’ve told you to relax,” he said, his eyes fixed on the road.“I am relaxed,” she replied.“You’re not. I can feel your hand shaking. Relax. I won’t hurt you. Never without reason.”He squeezed her hand gently in his palm. It felt warm and pleasing. It helped her let go of some jitters.“That’s it. Relax.” He encouraged. Then he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it before releasing her.She immediately covered it with her right hand again.“Is there something on your mind that you will like to share?”“No.”“Is there something you need to tell me?”“No.”“Okay. Perhaps, it’s something you need to confess?”She have him a furtive glance, wondering if he already knew and was just acting like he didn’t. She didn’t believe he knew. With his temper, he wouldn’t be sounding this cool if that was the case.“Nothing.” She said.“Hmm. Okay.”She held onto her stand. It would be bad to draw attention t
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After a brief moment of silence, her fear urged her to voice her immediate concern."Please- D, please where are we going?""To my apartment.” He replied matter-of-factly. “You'll return to your hostel in the morning. Don't worry. Tomorrow is a lecture-free day, so congratulations on picking the right time to test me.""I didn't mean to lie." Her words rushed out, fueled by her heightened anxiety."Oh, now she admits the truth," he said sarcastically. "How honorable. Quite impressive.""I won't do it again," she promised fervently."Yeah. After I'm done with you." He declared.She began explaining herself rapidly, words tumbling out one after another."Please, I'm sorry. I left the ring on my bed. I meant to wear it before leaving, but I was in a rush and forgot it in my haste. It wasn't intentional."There followed a lingering silence, and she hoped he was considering her explanations."A point one's girl must always wear her ring. You need that driven into you." he finally stated."N
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After shedding tears for a while, Boma managed to put herself together and sat down on the immaculately tiled floor. It felt cold because of the air-conditioning.At the same time, the burning ache on her bum intensified, so she quickly rose to her feet.Her eyes scanned the ornately decorated bedroom. She was looking for nothing in particular. She had nothing to do and had no choice but to observe her environment.Nothing in the fancy decor interested her. She wanted to return to her hostel but she knew she was stuck there. Slowly, she let herself wander around the room.She saw his engineering kits stacked neatly on a large table. His books occupied a shelf with enough room left for more books. His timetable was plastered on the wall before his reading table.Several pictures of him posing with his friends were on the wall. There was a family portrait with him, a little girl and boy of about 10 who had his eyes and a pretty girl around sixteen or maybe eighteen. This one had brown ey
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Donovan watched her, observing her fear as he kept beckoning her forward."Boma," he said."Yes.""Come here."Boma remained still, frozen by fear."I said come here.""Are you angry?" She couldn't tell. A dark glint in his eyes made her suspect that he was.The confusion scared her more than the assurance. It would have been better if he clearly showed his anger. At least, that way, she would have an idea of what to expect."I'm not angry. Just come closer." He urged.She shook her head. "I didn't mean to say... I didn't mean to say what I just said.""Draw closer, Boma. Don't make me repeat that." His tone was stern now.She carefully scooted herself close to him, struggling to control the storm of jitters rising within her."Now, repeat what you just said to me a few seconds ago.""I said that... that if you're free to see others, then I am also free to... to do the same," she stuttered."I see. And here I was thinking I probably didn't hear you correctly."Her breathing became fast
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His lips met her neck, kissing, sucking, and licking. His fingers gently caressed her ears. Surprisingly, she started to feel pleasant sensations dancing across her skin. He gently nipped the smooth skin of her neck with his teeth, and a soft moan escaped her lips.Before she could dwell on the shame that flooded her as a result of the moan, he claimed her lips with a kiss. She closed her mouth, pressing her lips together to fight off his kiss. His mouth came to her ear immediately, and his hoarse voice filled her ear with a whisper."I don't expect you to respond to my kiss. After all, you don't even know how to kiss properly, but I expect you to keep your lips steady and available for me. Do it now."She obeyed and released her lips."Good girl," he praised and claimed them again with a gentle kiss. He gently nipped at her bottom lip, brushing his lips against hers, teasing the surface until finally, he invaded and started exploring her mouth with his tongue. He stopped when a slight
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Donovan left her alone in the room, where she lay tense on the bed, waiting for his return. As time passed with no sign of him, she eventually drifted off to sleep.In the morning, she woke to his hand gently stroking her face."Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted cheerfully."Morning," she replied tersely, her tone betraying her reluctance to reciprocate the warmth.He didn't seem bothered, planting a kiss on her forehead."Get up. We need to eat breakfast prepared by my girl," he said casually.Boma didn't like the implication of his words. "I need to go home," she stated firmly."Home or hostel?" he asked, his tone neutral."Hostel," she replied without hesitation."Good. Your hostel isn't your home," he remarked."I know, but it's where I stay here in school," she explained."Don't we all feel that way about wherever we stay concerning this school?" he commented."So it's not a problem if I call it home, right? Since you agree?" she replied."No, it's not. But I got what I wanted
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"Shut the hell up!" the girl shouted, dragging Boma's hair violently."Abigail, stop that!" Donovan cautioned, but she continued yanking Boma's hair.Boma cried out in pain, her eyes shut tightly against the agony.Donovan stepped forward and pulled them apart."Fucking slut!" Abigail spat at Boma."Stop it!" Donovan warned her again."No. She's a fucking whore!"The insults pierced Boma. Donovan's grip on her wrist was mild, allowing her to easily break free and hurl herself at Abigail with all her might. Her move was so swift and unexpected that both Abigail and Donovan were stunned.Abigail landed on the ground on her side. Boma seized the moment of her helplessness, sitting on her and raining slaps and blows on her face.Abigail screamed in pain. "Get off me!" she cried out. "Get off me, you whore. Donovan, do something, please.""You—are—the—whore!" Boma yelled, punctuating each word with a blow. She continued her assault on Abigail for a few more seconds until she felt a strong h
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"Maybe you should just turn back time," Boma mumbled."What did you say?" Donovan questioned darkly.She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Maybe you should just turn back time," she repeated with a cry."What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his brows furrowing deeply."You brought this upon me. This would never have happened if you had not forced me into your life."His face registered fury. "I chose you as mine and that is that. You will cease to complain about this issue. Do you understand me?"Even though she was frightened, she decided to speak out in resistance. Her chin lifted with defiance as she stared at him.He ignored her defiant look. "I said, do you understand me?" he repeated."I do not accept it. I never really did, so let me go now. Release me. I-I don't—I don't—" her voice began to waver horribly as he began unleashing his belt."Keep talking." He said, folding it in half."I don't-I don't-" she began, but paused as he took a step forward. At this point, she
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Ken stood before a pacing Harry in the living room of the cabin. As a frat house it was simple, rustic with minimal furniture."Calm down, bro." Ken said, causing him to pause."That bastard is not taking me seriously." He shouted. "Does he think I'm joking?" "No. But it's just his way to assert his power. You are still the one in power. You have the leverage, so calm down."Hearing that, Harry sank down on a chair. Ken followed suit as Harry called Donovan who picked up after the second ring. This delay also infuriated Harry. Donovan should be desperate, calling him all the time. "I will kill your wife by tomorrow if you've not resigned by 12:00pm." He declared and ended the call.He sat back, satisfied that this time, it was he who had ended the call."Good one, bro." Ken praised."Thanks for having my back.""Anytime bro."They were silent for a while, anticipating their victory."Look at this place. It's a mess." Harry said. "Once we get the money by any means necessary, we'll pu
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Donovan called Hilda, his fingers tapping impatiently against the phone as it rang."Hello, Hilda," he said as soon as she picked up. "I need to talk to you. It’s about Boma."Hilda's voice, already laced with worry, deepened. "What’s going on, Presido?""I’ve been trying to piece together where she might be. The security guard saw her leave with someone in a black car. Do you remember anything unusual about her recently?"Hilda paused, thinking hard. "The last time we saw her was at the faculty block, and she was alone but was later joined by Harry. They went to check his exam results together."Donovan’s grip tightened on the phone. He remembered encountering her that day as well. He had even seen Harry's car as he left. "Harry? Are you sure?""Yes," Hilda replied. "We didn't like it and didn't think much of it at the time, but now- it worries me.""Thanks, Hilda. I’ll do all I can to handle it from here," Donovan said, ending the call abruptly.His mind raced, fury bubbling to the s
