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—————————— “Mnnn-Yes!-Arghhh!“ My dad's best friend had both of my hands held with handcuffs at the head side of his bed. My legs were tied with ropes to the ceiling, leaving both my legs hung in the air for my dad's best friend to grant easy access to my pussy. He glances at me, A smile of pleasure escapes his lips, one that made me swallow a hard lump down my throat, knowing how hard I was about to get brutally fucked! ******* BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN. “Bell rings” “And that's it for today, make sure to read your history text book for your upcoming final exams, have a lovely weekend,” Mrs Roberta, our history teacher said. Before she could finish her statement, students already bolted out of their seats and left the class. I looked out the window, it was raining heavily, today of all days I came without my car. My boyfriend Blake was going to give me a ride home. But where was Blake? “YOURE NOT IN CLASS, WHERE ARE YOU?“ I texted Immediately, my phone started ringing. “Uh, Shimma… I'm sorry but I went home earlier.“ “It's raining I didn't bring my car.“ I said slipping my fingers into my hair in frustration. “I'm taking Carla home.“ He finally confessed. “What the act-…” before I could finish my statement he ended the call. Carla was his ex, what was he doing with her. Fear ran through me like a nasty cold and I shivered. I dialed my dad. On the third ring, he picked up but it wasn't my dad talking, it was Mattias, his best friend. “Shimma, your dad is in a conference briefing, he'll be busy for the next six hours.“ His voice was deep and low and so fucking sexy. “Uh— okay.“ I answered stuttering. The man's voice alone was enough to turn me on. “Do you have an urgent message for him?.“ “I'm in college, it's raining and I didn't bring my car.“ “I'll come and get you, wait.“ I wanted to ask how long I was supposed to wait but he ended the call. Did he even know what college I attended?. I waited outside in the reception for thirty minutes, I called again but there was no response. My teeth were already clenched and my guts felt too cold. My fingers were freezing. I waited thirty minutes more, an hour gone. I was certain my father's best friend had forgotten about me. I headed out into the rain after securing my phone in my purse. The rain drops were hard, like tiny hails. “Shimma!.“ I heard someone yelling. The red ferrari was not hard to miss and sitting behind the wheel was Mattias. I forgot about my undying sexual attraction and ran to the car in search for warmth, I opened the door and sighed when I was in the comfort of a roof over my head. “You're wet.“ He said and instantly, I felt heat spread between my legs, I pressed my tighs together and swallowed hard. I was wet from the rain alone but immediately he spoke, I felt the wetness in my pussy. I cursed softly under my breath. “You were the one that made me wait an entire hour, I thought you forgot to come.“ “Is that anger I hear?.“ He asked, his tone held amusement but his eyes were cold…too cold. “n-no sir.“ I said. He drove off and I sat there in silence playing with my fingers to keep me distracted. He darted In front of his big gate, signalling his gate guard to open the gate. “Why did you bring me to your house?“ I asked. I couldn't stand being alone with Mr Mattias, not in this freezing weather, not when I'm this horny just by his presence. “Your parents wouldn't be coming home tonight, stay here tonight, I can't leave you at home all by yourself,” he said, his deep voice was assertive and commanding. “I'm 20,” I said rolling my eyes. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?.“ “No sir.“ “I think you just did.“ “I'm sorry.“ His brows crunckled but he chose to let my slip up slide. He opened the door and exited, I ran behind him. He handed his car key to a young man that went ahead to park the car properly. I watched him push the door open after unlocking it with his thumb print, he walked into the living room and I followed him behind. It was almost dark inside, if it wasn't for the small lamp that was turned on. “Come with me,” he said to me with his baritone voice, i clamped my legs together, as my pussy throbbed. “Get a hold of your self Shimma,” i whispered, biting my lower lips, holding in the urge. He paused and turned to me. “What?“ He asked, his brows drawn closely. “No, nothing,” I said, almost in a moan. He cleared his throat and continued walking up the stairs and I followed. “This is your room, you can take a warm bath, and when you're done, come down stairs for dinner,” he turned on the light to my room so that I could see properly. I watched his eyes run down to my perky boobs, popping out of my White shirt that had become see through because of the wetness from the rain, making my hard nipples too visible. I watched a kind of emotion cross his sea blue eyes but something made him take his eyes off and he cleared his throat awkwardly again. “I'll make you some tea,” he said as I watched him leave. This was my third time dialing Blake's number, but he wasn't responding, he barely missed my call. I was done taking a warm shower and was now feeling much better, I looked at my dripping wet uniform, I couldn't wear them again, what should I do? “Here's your cup of tea,” I heard Mr Mattias say, he was standing by the door with a tray. “And why haven't you changed into your clothes yet,” he questioned, I guess i must have made him uncomfortable because my towel could barely cover my thighs. “My clothes are drenched, I have nothing else to wear,” I said clutching my towel tightly. “I had gotten you some clothes on my way to pick you up, drink up your tea and join me at the table,” he said pointing to the closet, i noticed that the whole time Mr Mattias spoke to me, he could barely turn to look at me. Why? Why couldn't he stand the sight of me wrapped in a towel. “Buzz!“ I turned to where I had kept my phone, checking who the caller was, it was Blake. “Hey, I saw your missed call,” he said bluntly. “Why are you sounding so cold? I called to know the reason why you left me to go home in the rain, what is wrong with you lately?“ I caught myself yelling, gosh I didn't want Mr Mattias to hear me but damn I couldn't control the rage burning in me. “Quit yelling at me and listen, look Shimma! I don't think this whole bullshit between us should go on, I'm done,” “Done!“ I wasn't sure I heard Blake right. He was breaking up with me!SHIMMA’S POVNoah, Nora, Elara……..my babies……..were clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping the world from breaking open again.“Mummy, I miss you so much,” Noah whispered against my shoulder, and the others murmured it too, their arms tight around me at the same time.I could feel my heart aching……..not just because I missed them, but because I hated myself for how close I’d come to losing them. Doctor Ryle’s death… it wasn’t just tragedy. It was shock. It was the kind of loss that made everything after it feel unreal.“All right, my sweethearts,” I said gently, forcing my voice to stay warm. “Let’s eat. Dinner is ready.”But they didn’t want to let go.They looked at me like they were afraid I might vanish again………like the bed they’d found me in had been a warning, not an illness.“Noah, Nora, Elara,” I said softly, lifting my chin so they’d meet my eyes. “Please look at me.”They did, with wide eyes…….wet lashes. Fear hiding under the love they had for me.“I promise,” I t
MATTIAS’ POV.(continued)“What?!” I said out loud, taken aback so hard my voice cracked on the first word.The officer didn’t flinch……….he just watched me.I swallowed, slowly this time, like my throat could close the panic back up if I acted fast enough.“Excuse me?” I managed to say, even though my stomach was twisting.He tilted his head slightly. Not curious……just calculating.“Did you ever get angry,” he repeated, “at Doctor Ryle… for not saving your best friend, Derry? And instead, marrying his wife?”My hands were still clenched under the table. I could feel the imprint of my own nails in my palms.That’s not even a question.That was an accusation trying to wear a question’s mask.“No,” I said immediately.The word came out too fast, too certain……..like I was trying to outrun what he’d already decided.He didn’t react.I had to force myself to slow down, to breathe, to talk like a man who wasn’t being set on fire.“I did not have anger like that,” I said. “I don’t…….I’m not th
MATTIAS’ POV.“Where were you on the night of Mr Beau’s death?” I scoffed, shaking my head like I could shake the whole situation loose…..This had to be a joke.“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I asked.The room smelled like old paper and stale coffee. and made everything felt harsher than it was supposed to be. The chair I was sitting in creaked when I shifted, and the sound made me feel louder than I wanted to be.I couldn’t understand how I ended up here…….how I ended up in an interrogation room. How I ended up being a suspect.Of all people, me.The officer opposite me didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. His pen moved once, twice, like a metronome keeping time for my panic.“Mr Mattias,” he said finally, his voice flat. “I would advise you to co-operate. That way we can move on with this case.”I forced myself to breathe in slowly, like the air could calm the violence inside my ribs.Doctor Ryle’s life mattered. The truth mattered. My anger didn’t get to steer this.I nodded
SHIMMA’S POVI managed to sit up, although my whole body felt extremely weak……..like every muscle had already decided to give up, and I was only stubborn enough to refuse.The room was a bit dark. The light from the hallway barely reached the edge of the bed. My head swam with fog, and the air felt heavy in my lungs.I tried to steady my breathing, but even that felt like effort.When I pushed my feet to the floor, my legs trembled immediately. I caught myself on the bedframe first… then on the wall….. my fingers splayed, gripping hard as if the house could tilt.Slowly, carefully, I stood up.I made my way toward the door the way you walk across thin ice…….measuring every step before committing. Every step down was a fight against dizziness, and I kept clinging to the walls between turns because I couldn’t walk without support. I couldn’t even stand on my own.At the stairs, my fingers found the railing.I held it tightly. Too tightly.I could feel how cold the metal was against my s
MATTIAS’ POV.(continued)I was halfway through cutting the sweet potatoes for dinner when the phone started vibrating against the counter.The kitchen smelled like warmth and starch and the kind of normal that never lasted long in my world. I wiped my fingers on my apron, glanced at the screen, and saw the number I didn’t want to see.Police.My stomach tightened before I even answered. I didn’t pick it up right away……..I just stared at it, breathing shallowly, like my body was trying to delay the moment the voice would arrive.When I finally lifted the phone, my elbow stuck to my side from tension. My shoulders were already drawn up. I tried to keep my face neutral, but my jaw felt stiff, like it was bracing for impact.“Hello?” I said.There was a pause on the line…….breathing, then the faint scrape of someone settling into position, like the call itself was part of a script.The knife in my other hand slowed. The sweet potato slips stuttered under the blade, one thin piece wobbling
BEAU’S POV.“Arghh! Yes, harder! Oh!”The words were still hanging in the air when the alarm cut through everything…….loud and humiliating in a way that made my face burn.I shot my eyes open, my heart slamming against my chest, only to realize it was a dream. Another dream.Another sick, sinful dream.The image of Shimma wasn’t just in my head like any other fantasy…….it felt too real. Her voice. Her body. That heat that always made me forget myself.I jerked up from the bed, swallowing hard as if I could choke down the shame….this was too shameful, knowing she couldn’t be mine as quickly as I wanted her to be. How long was this going to continue?Having sex dreams about Shimma wasn’t going to make waiting any easier.But at the same time, I couldn’t go to her. Not yet.Not when I was still a suspect in the cops’ eyes.Not when I could be arrested any day and I would never get to see her again.Not when my life felt like a thin piece of string stretched between me and freedom……and a
“We are here,” Mr. Mattias said as he sat in the driver’s seat, his gaze drifting to me as we pulled up in front of my parents' house.I could feel my heart racing—no, pounding hard!. While my mind raced with a million thoughts.God. What if I am making a mistake by coming here? what if they take m
“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said.He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke.“While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend
SHIMMA’S POV“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.“What?” I asked in disbelief.“You have to earn back my trust, Shimma. So take off your clothes. I want to have you right now,” he said, his eyes turning serious. He was fucking serious. This is what I feared. How can I possibly let him fuck me?“Pl
THREE YEARS LATER. SHIMMA’S POV… “Noah! Nora! Your dad is back!” I called to my three-year-olds, who were running around the compound as Mattias pulled into the parking lot. “Yay!!! Daddy!” they both yelled in unison, rushing toward the parking lot where Mattias parked his white Mercedes G-Wag







