STUDENT'S PET

PLEASURE

YOLANDA'S POV

He leans closer- his face staring straight into me then he looks down to my hand, His face soften and his voice goes gentle- like a breeze to my ear- he says

"Trust me, even Insane, I will never objectify you" His tone certain & powerful. No doubt does he have arsenal of people clamoring Yes Sir to him.

"I don't do possessive men, had a taste of it, didn't end well for me" There it is. I tell him. His dominance is a bit akin to Chen's own and I'll hate to have another obsessive psycho down my throat

"Glad to know I am not the only one crazy over you" He replies & I stiffen a laugh.. I've met crazy & stupid lines,perks of being a Black curvy girl in China.Now in Nigeria, here we go again. I won't lie to myself, I'm damn pretty.

But this is refreshing.

I tilt my head to stare further at him, amusement riding at the belly of my throat but my gaze halt on his lips as he speak on

"But, my love for you will never put you in harms way. I will breathe only after you have collected enough breathe for future"

I can't help but burst into laughter. He's probably in his late 20s. Handsome enough to have women line up at him, from his watch & dominance, I can tell he's rich. Yet, how does he flirt so easily but in a corny way

"Did you swallow Nicholas spark first edition?" I ask. My laughter filling the restaurant. We're not alone here but I can't help but laugh

That's sweet... Unbelievably romantic, something Titanic will say but... Why am I laughing so hard?

His gaze remains locked on me as my face is probably crinkled up from laughter... The intensity og his stare cut at my heart, tingling down my n****e.

He moves the table separating us and his big palm cups my face... The noise and faces in the restaurant fades out as images of his thick fingers find my cunt... He grabs my neck, his thumb resting on my chin, slightly moving my head to the side, like he is in search of treasure... He finds it as his lips layers kisses on my exposed neck... My n*****s tighten against my crochet, desire to remove my robe, clothes me, just so he can see how wet I am for him.

His knee spreads my Leg and I plead his palm to weave my bodysuit to the side, for him to collect evidence of my wetness for himself. I grab his weaved hair just as his lips claim mine- Our breathe becomes one as our heartbeat merges, mirroring each other..

"Will you be my bad girl and let me eat you out in front of all these people or you'll be a good girl and follow me to my hotel room while I pound into you against the mirror for anyone to see? Your choice Baby Girl"...My legs go numb at his words and I moan into his lips.

My palm finds the band of his short, trailing down to cup his dick... He is

"Very thick isn't it? How was that imagination I just gave you?" My lady moral says tentatively.

My arousal peaked & heartbeat quickened, I look around me, empty & it hit me.

That was my imagination?....

'Yes Yolanda. I gave that to you'

I find my voice in the midst of pleasure fogging me

"THAT WAS....." My head whips to him, he isn't by my side- he's across me, leaned back against his seat, his jaw grinding

"I will give my stocks to know what have you breathing hot Baby girl" He confirms my confusion

"That Was My Imagination?"

"I really want to know what that was. But yes Yolz, you imagined whatever have you breathing hard" He says as he takes a sip of his palm wine... which I definitely need... I grab it from him and take a deep gulp

"Three days here or nothing" I deadpan, Finalise.

I need to get laid, that's all- I can even find someone else to do it

"No Ibioye! I need to get laid. By this s*x god staring at me Like I am meaningful, Like there is more to me beyond orgasm, Like I bright up his world" My lady moral enunciates

"I want that thick fingers in me, I want to c*m on that clean pretty face, I want to scream out his Name and Learn everything about him- Preferably in this order"

My lady moral continues, jarring my head in chaos. I ignore her

"Three days" I say more to me than him.

His gaze remains locked on me as he adjusts on his seat, a staring contest I didn't apply for. And my mind drift to questions that plague.

One of two things happen to you if you have a beauty that is undeniable.

You either get liked or get hated on, both for no reason but that you're pretty.

With men, it's always the former. The Likeness isn't the I'll die for you kind. It's more like I want to have a taste of your body. Brag that I bagged a pretty girl & slept with her. Touch every inch of you, maybe ruin you for other people. But him. This Guy Sitting across me, have had many opportunities to tap my current, touch my curves inappropriately, but he didn't.

I bite my upper lip & stare at him further. He definitely isn't a virgin nor immune to me. His throat have bopped thrice in last Hundred seconds, his breathing isn't rhythmic & He have unknowingly squirmed in his seat twice since tonight.

He's attracted to me. I smile

I will have fun with him here and deal with my life outside of this umbrella.

Staring up at him, I take a drink in my seductive manner but choked on it instead. 'Way to go Yolanda'

Fuck Chen, I am living & f*****g.