Tease Me
What do you say about something a little hawt? I would say it's in order if you ask me. Here's one for you. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.
“Who is your daddy?”
The man raised the whip and waited.
“You're my daddy.”
The whip connected with skin.
“I can't hear you.”
“You. Only you,” the woman screamed.
“That's more like it.”
Next door, Lola jumped again. This was the fifth time in three days. She dropped the phone she was fiddling with and walked to the window. She had moved in earlier in the week and her neighbours had given her enough to think about.
The compound was a large one, flanked by a tall fence. On the left was a long building –commonly known as boys’ quarters– consisting of nine rooms. Five families lived there, separated by the thin walls. On the right stood a modern bungalow. The owner of the compound shared that one with his family. Beside the bungalow was a two-bedroom mini-flat. This one, Lola shared with her interesting neighbours who happened to be a couple.
She contemplated knocking on their door but decided against it. She had thought about calling the police. One thing always stopped her; their behaviour in public. They couldn't keep their eyes off each other. Just yesterday, she had seen the man slip his hand into the back pocket of the woman's jeans. Besides, the other tenants weren’t bothered. Perhaps they couldn't hear. What could possibly be wrong? Only one way to be sure.
This was two weeks ago.
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The woman had a piece of cloth tied over her eyes. On her right wrist was a rope, held in place by the bedpost. She lay on her back. The man dipped his fingers in the scented oil and traced them lightly on her stomach. It made her quiver each time and he loved to see it. He watched the woman's face as flicked his tongue across one nipple before moving to the other. He picked up his belt, kissed her neck and flipped her over.
“What do I do to you when you misbehave?” he asked.
“Punish me,” the woman breathe, pressing her legs together.
“What do you say after that?”
“Thank you, sir.”
The belt landed on her buttocks, twice. He dropped it, untied her wrist and positioned himself between her legs.
Perched on an orange tree just above their window, Lola chuckled. She found a hobby.
The closing line made me laugh - an unexpected bit of levity after the dark beginning (she'd thought about calling the police) - sounds like the whipper and the whipped and the voyeur get to live happily ever after?
Hehehe. Indeed. They worked it out.
Hello @chinyerevivian, I notice that this story is also published on uptrennd.
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Ohhh. My apologies. I changed a few things in the story. I actually dug it up for a project and I thought, maybe I should repost. Thanks for reminding me. I'll remember to not post to the community when I have similar content in future.
That's great, thank you :)