Hating The Pan, Loving The Fire

TWO

RAYA

I ran as fast as I could trying my hardest to get away from him but he was behind me fast on my trail. I turned into a hall way in the all to familiar mansion looking behind me I saw him still hot on my trail. I looked forward and found myself running down steps. I slipped and soon I was rolling. I heard the sickening crack of my neck as my body rolled and came to a stop at the bottom of the staircase.

Was I dead? I asked myself as I looked into my own eyes.

“Mummy.” An all to familiar voice called and I turned to see my son on the top of the staircase behind him was the man who had been chasing me. He placed a hand on my son’s shoulders. I watched in pure horror as the innocence in my sons eyes slipped away and he stared at me with the same evil in his eyes as my attacker.

“Daniel.” I called out trying to get to him.

A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I struggled with the hand.

“Raya wake up.”

I opened my eyes to beautiful light brown eyes staring at me with worry laced into them. I took deep breaths as I looked around me. It was only a dream. I was still alive. Daniel was not going to be raised by that monster.

“My phone.” I asked hysterically “I left it in my car.”

“I did not know you had a car.” He replied calmly “But you can use mine.”

He stood up and walked out of the room then returned with his cell phone. I took it from him and quickly punched in Daniel’s boarding school’s number. He exited the room giving me a little privacy while I spoke to them. Although I could not speak to Daniel because he was in class, they assured me he was well.

I let out a sigh of relief and pressed to phone to my chest. Once I was sure Danny was safe I could come to my senses and look around me. This was not my room back in Pladan, this was not my house and the man who had woken me up was neither my husband nor any of the workers. The memories of the previous night came back in a rush.

I looked at myself I was in a blue t shirt which was way too big for me. I stood up from the bed and made my way out of the room. Once I was out of the room the smell pancakes filled my nostrils and the finger of the aroma pulled me in the direction of the kitchen.

The smell was much stronger in the kitchen. In addition to the beautiful smell of pancakes was a figure of a sexy, inked shirtless man standing by the cooker flipping a pancake effortlessly. It was such a sexy sight to see and it drew a little gloom out of my day.

“Good morning.” I said walking into the white and grey kitchen. It was becoming obvious that he had a love for those two colours. He turned around and smiled at me then returned to pouring pancake batter into the pan.

I walked towards the island and sat on one of the four stools before it.

“Is Daniel okay?” He asked with his back to me as he flipped another pancake.

“You were eaves dropping?” I asked

“No.” He replied “You were screaming out his name in your sleep then you made a call. Its common sense.”

I did not know whether to be offended or feel stupid. “He's fine.” I replied choosing neither of the latter options.

He turned of the cooker and retrieved two plates then he set some pancakes on each plate, added some slices of bananas and sprayed some whipped cream over it. I watched him place one of the plates before me. He placed the order at the spot beside me. Watching him work was not only entertaining but also caused something to stir between my thighs. Now I understood what I felt last night, this man was oozing s*x appeal and I was breathing it all in and like a drug it was intoxicating.

You got the entire weekend till your husband comes back. You got an opportunity girl don’t waste it. The voice tried to reason with me. Every time you had s*x with a man was because he sold you out. For the first time get f****d by a man of your choosing girl. She was shameless and I agreed with her.

“So may I ask who Daniel is?” He asked as he handed me a fork then sat on his stool before me.

“My son.” I replied. The voice groaned in frustration we are not getting no d**k no more.

“Son.” He said with a smile “You married.”

“No" I replied and the voice came up again yes you go girl. I was determined to listen to her just this once she made a valid point. I was already in his house what would it hurt to actually let him make love to me.

“So who did that to you?” He used his fork to point at my cheek. I rose my hand to cover my cheek immediately. I had completely forgotten about it because the pain had died down. “Dara cleaned off your make when she changed you into that shirt.”

“Dara?” I asked as I remembered the pretty woman from the club. “Wait it wasn’t you? We didn’t have...”

“Would you have preferred if it was me?” He asked with an amused smirk playing on his lips.

I focused my attention on the pancakes it had been before me for a whole minute and I had not taken a bite. I made a triangular cut with my fork and sent the piece into my mount. God these pancakes tasted so good.

“You still haven’t answered my questions.” He said. I turned to him and watched his tongue lick of whipped cream from his fork. I had never wanted to be a fork so bad till now.

I cleared my throat trying to collect my thoughts. “I got in a fight with an asshole and he did this to me.” I replied

“Daniel's father?”

“No.” I replied “Look Daniel’s father is not in the picture if that’s what you are worried about.”

He chuckled and finally turned to me. I wish I knew what he was thinking with the way he looked at me like he was trying to read me or something. He reached his hand out and grabbed the leg of the stool which was surprisingly right between my legs then he pulled me and the stool closer till our skin was touching. I was hard to ignore the way my body reacted to his touch.

“My worry is not about your son’s father.” He whispered “I just want to know what kind of scum bag would hurt a lady like this.”

Oh he was a scumbag alright. The biggest mistake that had ever been made was birthing him and marrying him wasn’t even my choice. The details of my life were to sad to recollect right now. I did not want to cry in front of this stranger. Who's name I did not even know yet I wanted him to put me over the Island and have his sinful way with me.

“I just realised that I don’t know your name.”

He smiled “Answer my second question and I'll tell you.”

What was the second question? My mind pondered and I got it. He wanted to know if I would have preferred him taking off my clothes. I did not know how to give an answer to that question.

He turned to me fully. Giving me a full view of his inked chest and toned body. His hands rested on my thigh and his eyes looked straight into mine.

“Would you have preferred I take off your clothes?” He asked again as his fingers caressed my thigh.

“I would not have been opposed to it.” I replied swallowing. The room was getting hot and I knew he could feel it probably not as much as I but he could feel it.

“What else would you not oppose me doing?” His eyes where on my thighs and his left hand strolled higher till it disappeared underneath the shirt.

“That.” I replied looking down at his hand which was under the shirt. “This.” Looking up at him again I took his hand and guided it between my already parting thighs.

I did not know were the courage was coming from. I also knew that it was wrong to let a stranger touch me like this but if you had gone through what I went through and seen the things I had done, right and wrong in situations as flimsy as s*x would not matter to you.

For the first time in my twenty six years alive I was giving my body out of my own free will, my own volition and because I genuinely wanted to. It felt good to feel this way, to feel in control of my own life.

I felt his finger push my thong aside and invade my delicate folds. I was already wet, like my body reacted to him without much of an effort. He got off the stool and wrapped his hand around my waist as his fingers continued to work on my p***y.

“What else?” He asked looking at me with sin filled light brown eyes. His eyes were part of the spell so beautiful they pulled you in.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as I threw my head back. It was just his fingers and I already felt like I was going to explode.

“What else?” He asked again as his pumping became faster intensifying the pleasure.

“f**k me.” I let out. He seemed to like my answer very much because he gave that smirk again which I realised was the closest to a smile he could give. He wrapped my leg around his torso and carried me to the living room. He placed me on the couch and proceeded to pulling my panties down then he pulled the shirt off.

For a second he froze as he looked at me. Immediately I remembered the scars on my body. They were little marks that served as a reminder that I should not piss my husband off. I saw that the marks sickened him. He should see the ones on my back.

“Don’t stop.” I said and he looked up at me again. “Please.”

He obeyed taking my breasts in his hands he massaged them pinching my n*****s making me cry out in pleasure . I wanted more. I wanted him inside me stroking my walls and making me his. This was too much to ask of a stranger but he did not feel like a stranger anymore even though I didn’t know his name.

Soon I was lying on the couch and he was on top of me kissing my neck. My cheeks, neck and my breasts. It kind of hurt that he did not kiss my lips but to hell with that I wanted him to f**k me.

“Condom?” I asked

“s**t” he cursed rushing off me “Give me a second.”

I found it funny, he was usually so cool and calm like he had everything already planned out. He returned a few seconds later with a foil and a genuine smile on his face.

“Not so hot anymore.” He said pulling his lips between his teeth awkwardly.

Still so f*****g hot. I thought

I watched him pull his sweatpants down along with his briefs. My eyes widened as I saw his length but for some reason my mouth watered for it.

Amaraya when did you get so naughty. I asked myself as I remembered a time when I was so innocent that even just saying word s*x made me giggle like a school girl. I had my innocence ripped from me over and over again against my will. Now it was going to be different.

“I want to ride.” I tilting my head to the side.

“You wish is my command.” He replied sitting down on the couch.

I climbed over him and lowered myself unto his thick length. I bit my lips to muffle my cry as he invaded my walls. I felt his hands on either side on my hips holding be steady and guiding me lower till I had the entirety of him inside of me.

“Fuck.” He groaned looking at me as I rolled my hips slowly.

ARLO

This girl seemed like she was going to be the death of me. How had an innocent little face, with a painfully sexy body it was a mixture made in heaven too enticing for her own good. As she rode him he wondered what kind of man would have such a woman and be shameless enough to hit her.

I grabbed unto her butt cheeks and she bounced up and down over me watching her breasts giggle as she rode me like her personal motorcycle.

“Fuck.” I groaned. Being inside her felt amazing. The way her wall clenched unto my c**k the way the took me all in then all out again.

“I'm going to cum.” She cried and I held her still and began to hasten my thrusts she deserved the best orgasm.

Some seconds later she let out a loud scream as she hit her orgasm. I let a out a groaned as I came into the rubber. She rested her head on my shoulder as she giggled.

“Why are you still hard?” She asked as she rose her head too look at me. They was something so innocent about the way she asked the question that made my heart clench.

I pushed back the strands of hair which were now sticking to her face. “Well pretty you are the reason.” I replied

“What’s your name?” She asked next.

“Arlo.” I replied.