THE DEVIL'S BARGAIN

Chapter Three: The Balcony Edge.

Lara couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept more than four hours straight.

Her body had turned traitor. Every brush of fabric against her n*****s sent a jolt straight to her c**t. The seam of her jeans rubbed her wrong in the best way on the danfo ride home from campus. Even the showerhead pulsing between her thighs felt like a pale imitation of what she really craved.

Six days since Kai had left her sprawled in candle wax and his c*m.

Six days of her bank balance climbing in quiet, obscene increments. Six days of her scrolling through increasingly depraved porn tabs at 3 a.m., fingering herself raw while whispering his name like a curse and a prayer.

Tonight she was going to push it.

She’d spent the afternoon preparing in secret shame and excitement. A new red dress — cheap polyester from Balogun Market, but it hugged her like sin: low neckline that barely contained her breasts, hem so short it rode up every time she moved, no bra, no panties. Just skin and anticipation. She’d shaved everything smooth, oiled her body until it gleamed under the bathroom light, painted her lips the same cheap red she’d used for the summoning circle.

The balcony of her third-floor flat overlooked a narrow street in Yaba — not quiet, never quiet. Okada riders shouted, generators coughed, neighbors argued through open windows, music leaked from every other apartment. People walked below all hours. Anyone could look up.

That was the point.

At 11:22 p.m. Lara stepped out onto the concrete balcony, barefoot, heart thundering so loud she swore the whole street could hear it. The night air was thick, humid, smelling of diesel and frying plantain. A single string of fairy lights she’d tacked up last Christmas blinked lazily along the railing — weak gold against the dark.

She didn’t redraw the circle this time.

She just leaned her back against the wall, hiked the dress up around her waist, and spread her legs shoulder-width. Cool air kissed her bare, slick folds. She was already dripping — a slow, shameful trickle that cooled on her inner thigh.

“Kai,” she said softly, almost conversationally, like he might be standing right behind her. “I know you’re watching. You always are.”

No answer. Only the distant honk of a keke and someone laughing two buildings over.

She reached between her legs anyway.

Two fingers slid easily through her wetness, parting her lips, circling her c**t once, twice. A tiny moan escaped before she could catch it. She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper.

“Last time you said you get bored easily,” she continued, voice trembling but growing bolder. “So tonight… I’m not hiding.”

She turned sideways so her profile faced the street, one foot propped on the lower railing. The position opened her completely — anyone looking up from directly below would see the red dress rucked up, see her fingers disappearing inside herself, see the way her hips rolled forward like she was f*****g an invisible lover.

She added a third finger. The stretch made her gasp.

Headlights swept across the building opposite. A group of guys walking home from somewhere paused under a streetlamp, voices carrying.

“See that girl up there?”

Lara’s pulse spiked. She didn’t stop.

Instead she f****d herself harder — wet, obscene sounds she knew carried on the night air. Her free hand yanked the neckline of the dress down, freeing one breast. She pinched the n****e roughly, twisting until pain blurred into pleasure.

“Kai,” she panted, louder now. “Come take what’s yours. Or watch me come apart for strangers.”

The air shimmered.

He appeared behind her so fast she felt the heat of him before she saw him — chest to her back, one arm banding around her waist, the other hand clamping over her mouth to muffle the startled cry.

“Naughty f*****g scholar,” he growled against her ear, voice wrecked with want. “You really thought you could tease me in public and not pay for it?”

His c**k was already out, hard and scalding against the small of her back. He notched it between her thighs, sliding along her soaked slit without entering, teasing her c**t with every shallow glide.

Lara whimpered into his palm.

“Hands on the railing,” he ordered. “Bend over. Ass out. Let them see how desperate you are.”

She obeyed instantly, gripping the iron bars, arching her back so her breasts hung free, dress bunched around her waist like a belt. The street noise seemed to hush for a second — or maybe that was just the blood roaring in her ears.

Kai kicked her feet wider. Then he thrust in — one brutal, claiming stroke that buried him balls-deep.

Lara’s scream was half-muffled by her own bitten lip. He felt enormous like this, stretching her open while she was bent and exposed. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He f****d her fast and mean — hips snapping, balls slapping her c**t with every punishing drive.

“Look down,” he snarled, fisting her hair and yanking her head up. “See them watching.”

She did.

Three guys had stopped completely now, staring upward, phones out. A woman on a balcony across the street had frozen mid-hang of laundry. Someone whistled low and appreciative.

The humiliation burned through Lara like wildfire. Her cunt clenched hard around him.

“You like it,” Kai rasped, pounding deeper. “You love being my dirty little exhibitionist. Say it.”

“I—I love it,” she choked out. “f**k—Kai—don’t stop—”

He reached around, fingers finding her c**t and rubbing fast, merciless circles.

“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come loud enough for the whole damn street to hear who owns this pussy.”

It hit her like a freight train.

Her orgasm ripped through her — violent, shattering, legs buckling. She screamed his name raw, cunt spasming, gushing down his c**k and her thighs in hot pulses. Kai f****d her through it, growling praises and filth in equal measure.

“Good girl… so f*****g tight… milking me like a w***e… take it all—”

He came with a guttural sound that vibrated through her bones, flooding her so deep she felt the heat of it in her belly. Pulse after thick pulse until it overflowed, dripping down her legs in obscene white trails.

He stayed buried inside her while they both caught their breath. The street below had gone oddly quiet — then erupted in low cheers and more whistles.

Kai chuckled darkly against her neck, kissing the sweat-slick skin.

“Check your phone, baby.”

She fumbled for it with shaking fingers. The screen lit up.

Credit Alert: ₦6,800,000

Then another, almost immediately after.

Credit Alert: ₦1,500,000

(Bonus slowly, letting her feel every inch, then turned her around and kissed her deep, tasting like smoke and possession.

“Four nights left,” he murmured against her swollen lips. “Next time I want screams that wake the whole city.”

He vanished.

Lara slid dowfor creativity & public performance)

Lara laughed — dazed, euphoric, still impaled on him.

Kai pulled outn the wall until she sat on the cool concrete, dress still rucked up, thighs sticky, chest heaving.

Below, someone yelled, “encore!”

She smiled into the dark, already plotting something even worse.