“I’m sorry Blessing, I’m Perry. Not Savior, but I get that a lot. People mistook my cousin for me a lot when we were growing up. So I see you know Savior.”
“No, I’m sorry. I was just lost in thought.”
“That’s okay. It’s either you mistook me for my cousin or you think of me as your Savior. And I will really like that.” he smiles. “Anyways, nice to meet you and I do hope you get well soon. Seen a doc?”
“Not really, it’s more emotional than it is medical.”
“Okay then, you need to talk to someone. Let me know if you need someone to lean on. You can consider me a friend.”
“Thank you.” I reply, smiling back at him.
“And if you really need a Savior, I will be glad to save you from whatever it is that’s making you hurt.”
“Good to know.”
“And if it’s man troubles, I won’t hesitate to beat up the jerk for you if that will make you happy.”
Flora and I laugh and his smile widens,
“See? You look so beautiful when you laugh. Don’t let anything or anyone steal your joy. And don’t stop laughing. Cheer up okay?”
He stretches his hand for a handshake and takes my hand in his. I smile back at him. He excuses himself and leaves and asks Flora to escort him out, saying they have a lot of catching up to do. So this means that Flora knows him very well, but she’s never really told me much about him. What did he mean when he said he has a cousin named Savior? And yes, he does look like Savior. The resemblance is striking, is Savior really related to the Bishop? What is going on here? Does this mean that Savior is closer than I think? How come I haven’t seen him here? Something deep is really going on and I need to find out what.
I wait and wait for Flora to return but she does not come. I can’t get my mind off Perry Marc. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He’s a muscular guy, hypnotic eyes, broad shoulders, athletic but not too beefed up and about 6.4 or 6.5 feet tall. Charming and with a great sense of humor.
“Listen to me you Bitch, don’t think I don’t know what you are playing at.”
I look up, it is Becca, seriously? What does this witch want with me? I didn’t even hear her come in. I had left the door open for Flora, but instead of Flora, I get this witch?
“What are you doing here? How did you even get in here? And what in the dog’s ass are you talking about?”
“Don’t give me that crap! I know you pretended to be sick so you could lure Perry up here. But let me warn you, I saw him first and I’ve always liked him from his pictures. I want him. So keep your paws off him.”
“Slow your witchie role Becca, I have no interest in Perry.”
“Ofcourse you can’t because your interest lies with his father. I lost the Bishop to you, I`ll be damned if I lose Perry to you. So if you don’t want me telling him about you and the Bishop, I suggest you keep your whoring paws off else I will scratch you like a cat.”
“Get out of my room Becca. You don’t even know what you are talking about.”
“You think? I I know everything. Don’t forget my room is next door to yours. You think you are all that, you are nobody.”
“Listen Becca, you are a very beautiful woman too so you have no need to have complex and feel threatened by me. I have no interest in Perry. Don’t you think you should have better plans for your life instead of marking cocks? Is this all you are worth? Please get the fuck out of my room before I lose it. Get out now and while you want to gossip, make sure you tell him about your sexcapades too. You stinky pot that calls the kettle black.”
My voice is now raised and I am off the bed now approaching Becca to throw her out. But she moves quickly to the door and leaves. I seize the opportunity and lock my door pushing the chain bolt in thereby locking the Bishop out. I have faked being sick for some days now and he has clearly left me alone. I think he knows I’m nolonger feeling this whole arrangement and he`s giving me space to grieve. I like that he’s respecting my wishes. But now I can’t get his son off my mind.
It’s been a few days and I have tried my best to avoid the Bishop. I feel much better although the disgusting sight of Becca throwing herself at Perry is so annoying. Cheap tart! She follows Perry everywhere all in the name of showing him around since he hasn’t been in the country much. I haven’t seen that much of Flora either since Perry arrived. She breezes in and breezes out. She keeps telling me that we have something to talk about but it’s also like she’s dodging the discussion. I will give her all the time she needs. I don’t blame Flora, she’s been busy while I’ve been cooked up in my room, refusing to mingle or do anything with myself. I don’t expect her to lock herself up here with me. Right now, I’m in need of the out door, so I am just going to go down to the garden for some fresh air.
As soon as I step into the garden, I sight Perry, I know how I feel every time I’m close to him and I don’t want that this evening, so I decide to turn back and leave before he sees me.
“Hello Blessing, Fancy seeing you this evening.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know someone was here. I just needed to get some fresh air. I will go and come back later.”
“You really do need it. Why would you want to go? Nonsense, come and have a sit Blessing. If you really want to be alone then I will leave ‘cos you need this more than I do. I’ve been sitting here for the past one hour. Been on phone.”
Looking around, there’s no sign of Becca. “And your escort, opps sorry, I meant Chaperone?” I ask.
He smiles and then replies, “You must mean Becca. I asked her to excuse me because I needed to make some important calls. She should be somewhere around I guess. And I know you meant to say ‘escort’ on purpose.”
We both laughed. He really does have a good sense of humor.
“There is that beautiful look again.”
“What?”
“When you laugh. Please don’t stop laughing.”
I’m blushing right now and I can feel my cheeks turning pink, how embarrassing. “Oh stop saying that.”
“But it’s true. You are really very beautiful and especially when you laugh. So I don’t know why you lock yourself in your room and sob. There’s so much to be thankful for.”
“Thankful? Not me.”
“Well, at least you are alive. You need hope. Lots of it.”
“That’s because you don’t know my story,”
“Then tell me your story, I really feel the need to know you. The only thing I have been told is that you showed up from nowhere two years ago and the Bishop took you in.”
“Who told you that? Have you been asking about me?”
“Well, gossips travel fast, even when you don’t ask.”
“And is that all you have heard?”
“Pretty much. So are you going to tell me about you or do I have to keep relying on gossips?”
I don’t respond, I have nothing to tell this man. I excuse myself and get up to leave. As soon as I get up, I sight Becca walking towards us, I can see her face turning red literally as soon as she sights me. I don’t care about her, I can handle her madness. I am not even bothered about her telling Perry anything, she knows better than to discuss the affairs of the Bishop.
“Hey, you, the Bishop’s wife says you should see her that she needs you to do something for her.” Becca throws at me but I don’t respond.
I don’t even act as if she spoke to me. I simply walked straight to the building. At the entrance, I turn to face the Bishop’s wing, I look up, I see Georgina at her window, she must have been watching me since I was at garden. Our eyes meet, I stare at her for a few seconds then I turn and leave. Walking straight to my room. If that woman thinks I will go and see her so she can mess with me again, then she will wait forever. She must have been really pissed watching me turn my back at her like that. But seriously, I want nothing to do with that woman.
The fact that Becca is throwing herself at Perry really saddens me, he’s a man after-all, how long will he resist her? He’s only going to be able to resist a girl as hot as Becca for so long out of nothing other than principles. It’s not like he’s committed to anyone. But why do I even care? I cant have anything to do with him, I’m already involved with his Father and it’s forbidden. Besides, once he knows about his father and I, he won’t want to have anything to do with me, ofcourse he’s loyal to his father. Once again, fate screws me over. Why didn’t I meet the son first? Why now? And why can’t I get him out of my mind? I know it’s wrong, I am his father’s mistress, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. But I can’t help it, there is a way he looks at me, his smile, his voice. This can’t be happening to me.
“Hello hot stuff, sorry I haven’t had much time for you, things at the club has been crazy.” Flora finally shows up.
“How come you don’t take me with you?”
“You know His Lordship won’t like that.”
“Flora, I’m thinking of running away, I can’t continue to stay here.”
“Where to?”
“I don’t know, that’s the problem. I’m sick of this place. I’m sick of the Bishop, I want my own life. I ran from pan to fire. Bishop Marc has no plans for me, he wants me to be his mistress for life. I want to go to school. I want to be someone.”
“I understand what you mean. But you have to be very careful with Bishop Marc.”
“How do you mean?”
“That man is obsessed with you and there’s no way he will let you go just like that.”
“You are scaring me.”
“He’s a very powerful man and you can’t hide from him. Be careful Blessing. Once you are in, you can’t get out.”
“In? In what?”
“With time, you will understand.”
Flora once again leaves me hanging. She keeps telling me that I don’t know Bishop Marc. Aside from being a sex freak, what else is he hiding? I tell Flora about the way I’m feeling about Perry and she warns me not to go there. That it will be terrible to come between a father and son plus, Perry won’t want anything to do with me when he finds out that’s I’m his Father’s mistress. Flora advises me to get my mind off Perry because I will end up getting hurt. Although she tells me that he’s been asking a lot of questions about me. Maybe he’s thinking about me too. I am still talking with Flora when my phone rings, I pick up and it’s the Bishop.
“Hello Pumpkin, I hope you are feeling better?”
“Yes your Lordship.”
“I am calling to tell you that I am sorry I won’t be able to see you tonight, I have a flight to catch with the President. We are going on a sabbatical visit to Jerusalem tonight.”
“And you are just telling me?” not that I really care.
“I’m sorry my love, I have been too busy lately plus the arrival of my son. And you know you’ve not been feeling well. You have made it a habit to lock me out, it’s okay, I understand. But I need you to think, use the next few days that I will be away, take advantage and think about us. I am thinking of relocating you, the Mrs is asking too many questions and I don’t want anyone to cause you problems. So I need you to think about it and let me know. I hope that by the time I return, you would have let go of anything that is worrying you. I need the old Blondie back. You’ve become a shadow of yourself. I need you to know that I love you very much and I will make you happy.” t
Yeah right! Make me happy. By keeping me locked up in your life to be used for your sexual pleasure only. I manage to control my emotions, promising Bishop Marc that I will be better by the time he returns. After he goes off the phone, I feel like jumping for joy, I’m glad he’s going to be away. I only wish his wife was going with him so that I will have nothing to worry about.
The next few days has been really crazy. I keep running into Perry at the oddest of times. It’s not like I don’t like it, I do. Just that now I’m more into him. So it happens that it’s Becca’s Birthday and she has decided to have a party at the club tonight. Everyone is invited, and the worst part? Perry will be attending too. Why did that Bitch invite Perry to her lousy party? I know it’s just a way for her to get closer to him. I wish he’s not going to attend, I feel like finding a way to discourage him from being close to that sleazeball.
In a desperate need to clear my head, I take a walk in the garden as usual to get some fresh air. I sight something on one of the swings. As I go closer to take a look I see that it’s a phone, I pick it up and look at it, it’s Perry’s phone. I am not saying it’s Perry’s phone so that I can look for an excuse to go looking for him, but I am certain it’s his because I have seen him with this particular phone severally. The leather pouch is a unique one. Besides, what’s the harm in finding out if it’s his? Atleast I can get to go into his apartment. Think Blessing! Okay fine, I will rather hand the phone over to one of the securities to go hand over to him. I can’t go to his apartment to avoid temptations. Walking to the apartment I sight one of the men in black, I approach him but he seems to be in a hurry, whatever for, don’t know, don’t care. Oh well, I guess I have to go give Perry the phone myself. I don’t know why, but my heart is racing, ‘calm down Blessing, it’s not like you are sneaking to go have a fuck.’ I say to myself. I am standing at his door, ‘do I knock or do I just walk away?’ I knock.
“Hold on, I’m coming..” Perry answers from the other side of the door.
I wait. In a few seconds, the door swings open and Wow! My eyes almost pop out. His presence has always caused me to act a bit ditzy at the best of times. But today, the sight before me is one of the jaw dropping sights I’ve ever seen. Perry is dressed in….well…not much. His outfit consists of nothing more than a pair of white boxer briefs which didn’t leave much to imaginations. And when I say brief, I mean really, really brief. The boxer is struggling to hold the obvious bulge of what is either an extremely large cock or a generous amount of strategically placed stuffing. It is with horror that I notice I am staring straight at his crotch so I quickly divert my gaze elsewhere but the rest of the view was just as appetizing. His broad shoulders runs down to the muscular toned arms. His chest is carpeted with a little hair, just enough for me to play with. My eyes draws lower to his stomach with a perfect eight pack abs. Each muscle looking like it was carved into his stomach. I am fighting to resist the urge to claw my hands down his lower torso. He’s legs are strong and powerful. My eyes return to his crotch, I steal another glance at his body, drinking it all in. Call it animal instinct but for one brief moment my eyes are again drawn below the waist as I stare at the clear outline of what is easily the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Can that be real? How can one man really have such amount of meat in his boxers? How does he walk. I have been with four men all my life, and I have never seen anything like this.
“Morning Blessing. How do you do?” his voice rudely interrupts my reverie, throwing me back into reality. At this point, I am so embarrassed, I wonder if he noticed how lost I was starring at him.
“He….he….hello Perry, good morning.” I stammer. Oh how shameful. I can’t even speak. I’ve lost my voice, I can feel my pussy dripping. I want to run my tongue all over this chocolate. I can’t believe I’m doing it again, getting lost, or should I say, getting lust. I try to speak, but I can’t. Nothing comes out. What do I do now? Oh god! This is so embarrassing. Thinking fast, I get his phone out of my pocket and stretch it out to him without a word. I quickly turn away again, painfully aware that my nipples are rock hard and probably clearly poking through my thin tank top and I know that the familiar moistness down below will soon soak my panties.
“Ohhh! You found my phone. I have been searching for it everywhere. Thank you so much. Where did you find it?” he asks as he collects the phone from me.
Say something Blessing! Speak you cock loving slut. Speak! But no, nothing comes out. I can only talk in my head and my pussy can talk as well. But my mouth? Nothing! Shame! I can feel my clit throbbing, adrenaline coursing through my veins my pussy juice leaking down my thighs. If I don’t get out of here soon, he will spot my leaks.
“Blessing, are you okay? You look flushed. Do you want to come in and sit down?” he clearly caught onto something because out of the corner of my eye I see him start to back out of the doorway. It’s either he’s trying to withdraw from my view or he is making way for me to go in.
But did he just say come in? Come in where? Is this a joke? If I sit my skirt will be soaked. Run Blessing! Run! Before he can even blink, I turn around and run. I run like a little girl, as fast as my legs can carry me, straight to my room. As soon as I get in, I shut the door and try to catch my breath. Without wasting time, I pull down my skirt and throw it away, I throw my top away too. I’m in heat, I can’t take it. I throw myself on the bed and peel off the absolutely sodden panties, spread my legs and plunge my hands down to my shaven pussy. Now I normally like to go slow at first, play with my outer lips and ease my way into the more intense stimulation but right now I know that routine will be for another time as the heat burning in my pussy needs fast attention. My pussy is on fire, aching to be touched, aching for release. Upon first contact I let out a whimper, relishing the sensations that spread across my whole body. I am incredibly wet down here, wetter than at any point I can recall, my opening is literally dripping with excitement. I begin running my fingers up and down the entire length of my slit, lathering my fingers as copious amounts of my wetness leaks out. I don’t know what leads me to do it but I temporally withdraw my fingers from their work and examine them, coated lusciously with fluid. I then insert one into my mouth, to taste myself. I’ve never tasted myself without being ordered to, but today here I am greedily sucking up my own juices off my fingers. What the hell is coming over me? I become aware of my sensitive nipples standing erect on my exposed breasts, I knead one tenderly with my left hand, while my right hand continues to explore my dripping cunt. Stroking and pinching my nipples draws a gasp and a small giggle from me. I begin to imagine Perry, thinking about the juice that dripped down my thighs, I imagine him having and erection and laying naked on his bed. I imagine the sight my boobs eliciting feelings in him and he’s now stroking his mighty cock to the thought of me.
My fingers return back to my pussy this time finding my throbbing clit which pulsed angrily at being ignored for so long. I let out another brief moan at the first touch as I find a rhythm, swishing over my delicate bud in circular motions. With the image of Perry’s sculpted body seared into my brain and the incredible feelings radiating from my pussy I know it will not be very long before I cum. Sure enough while my right hand is still working its magic in my cunt, my left stops playing with my nipples and instead grasp the bedsheets tightly as the waves of pleasure intensifies, signalling the beginning of my orgasm. It is like nothing I have ever experienced, the world around me melts, I see stars as waves upon waves of sexual energy flow from my feminine core, spreading right to my toes causing my muscles to contract violently. I desperately want to scream, to shout at the top of my lungs the feelings I am experiencing but using all my will I manage to keep it bottled up, my mouth opens wide but no sound escapes until the bulk of the feelings abates and I am able to let out something between a shudder and a gasp.
Bathing in the afterglow and breathing heavily my left hand again returns to my breast and begins rubbing them softly I also notice my right hand is still rubbing up my entire opening. My fingers lightly brush over my clit again and I felt a jolt of intense pleasure shoot through me. My clit is usually quite sore after such a workout but (while sensitive and a little tender) the feelings it is eliciting is still pretty awesome and I realize that one orgasm isn’t going to be enough to get over Perry’s cock. I close my eyes and imagine Perry’s tongue dancing over my clit, the pressure starts to build again, my breathing becomes deeper and I can tell I am well on the way to another orgasm. After some gentle rubbing I decide to get a little more intense. I insert two fingers into my cunt. They slide right in due to the copious amount of lubrication I am producing. I imagine they are Perry’s fingers, caressing my insides, my moans intensifies, Someone may hear me from the rooms close to me but I don’t care I need to cum again, and badly. I pick up the pace furiously finger fucking myself, relishing the feelings, bucking my hips in the air desperately trying to allow my fingers greater access. I can feel my juices sloshing around my fingers, it won’t be long before I cum again. My breathing intensifies, I am now moaning with reckless abandon now, my body can hardly comprehend the pleasure…
“Ohh Perry, fuck me baby. Fuck me hard and deep with your mighty cock. Yes fuck me, bury that big cock in my pussy, don’t have mercy, fuck my pussy and, bang me like you’ve never done any bitch before. Oh Perry, make me your slut, I will worship your big fat cock all my life. FUCK! I’m…… I’m cumming!!!!”
I scream as my walls clamp down on my fingers, as each contraction brings yet another toe curling jolt of pleasure. It is taking all my willpower not to scream again but this time I can’t keep totally quiet, my moans are loud and numerous as the second orgasm crashes over me just as intense as the first. I writhe around on the bed, my fingers still firmly lodged inside and a trail of my juices coating my inner thighs.
After what seems like an eternity of bliss I withdraw my fingers and once again proceed to lick them clean, tasting the evidence of my orgasmic release. Feeling very exhausted and satisfied, I close my eyes to let myself into the sleep that is beckoning. Just as I’m about to drift away, I hear a knock on the door. That’s none other than Flora, I can’t wait to tell her about the embarrassing day I just had. Without thinking twice, I grab a piece of sheet and wrap it around my waist, then I run to open the door, bare-chested.
“Flo, you won’t believe what happened to me today.” I say as I open the door.
The horror! Standing before me is Perry, his eyes almost pop out. I’m in shock, I suck in a deep breath and hold it there, I can’t even exhale. Perry is standing here in shock too, very confused and embarrassed. I pray for the ground to open up and swallow so it can save me this shame. He removes my hand from the door handle, pushes me back into my room and closes the door. I’m standing inside the room and he’s standing outside the door.
“Hello Blessing, it’s me Perry. Can I talk to you? Are you decent?” he says and knocks on the door.
I finally snap out of the shock and run around the room, picking up my scattered clothes and managing to put them back on. Perry continues to knock but I can’t find my voice to respond. I don’t know how to face him after what just happened.