Siza



I could be enjoying my dinner right now but instead, I was in this small room with this sleazy guy who was now bound up in the ceiling, his feet dangling in mid-air, I barely even touched him but he had started crying and begging for my forgiveness. How pathetic, he was a sorry excuse of a man. I landed a punch on his lower abdomen and earned myself an oof sound, I smiled a little, there were a lot of things I enjoyed doing but beating people who deserve my beatings served me with great joy.

“You know what I hate Trevor?” I asked, landing another punch on his chest “Is someone touching what is mine.” I heard Ntobeko’s cry and I knew that something was up even though it was subtle. I have trained myself to hear anything no matter how small it was and having Ntobeko by myself made me to be extra cautious. I have many angry buyers who were mad because I had denied them the chance to bid on a virgin. “I’m sorry.” He coughed out a little blood.

I didn’t care about his sorry ass excuse of an apology, When I saw the look of fear in Ntobeko’s eyes it made all the cool composure I had all day vanish into thin air.

I continued punching him in the gut until my hands started getting numb. I paused and went to drink some water, Trevor now looked like a pulp, his chest and stomach all bruised up. I hadn’t touched his face. I was kind like that. I walked out leaving him there hanging. I’ll order one of my guys to release him soon. I went back to the dinner table and found that the conversation had not died down. I ignored Ntobeko’s eyes when I sat down and brushed off any comments that asked where Trevor was.

When I finally turned to look in her direction I saw her smiling at the guy sitting next to her, I had never seen her smile before. Her smile was bright, like how bright it gets when it had been cloudy and the sun broke through the thick clouds and blasted through. I have never been jealous before, I never knew that kind of feeling until now, looking at Ntobeko laughing at what Ntando had said. Why has she never laughed like that with me?

Ntando was not even that funny, how could he make her laugh like that? As if Ntando could sense my annoyance, he lifted his head and looked at me with a huge grin on his face that made me want to wipe it on his face with my fist. He winked at me and went back to having a conversation with Nttobeko.

Ntando had been on a mission lately to prove to me that I would end up wanting Ntobeko more than as a release for my pent up hormonal release. “There is no way you will want to keep a girl for this long.” Ntando pointed out, when we met up for our weekly golf play, he pointed his golf stick to me “What happened to my friend and what has that lady done to him?”

I wanted to punch that stupid grin from his face then just like now. Okay, maybe he had been right about one thing, I sort of like Ntobeko not in the way that I would now picture our life together no, I was not in love with her. I liked her as a person who liked a friend or an almost friend. I cared about her in a manner that I worried if she had eaten, if she was ill just like that time when she went on her periods. She was bedridden for four days not being able to lift even her hand, I was worried about her that I even called my trusted doctor and he gave her some pills and promised me that she would be okay and indeed she was after a couple of hours that I even searched what people on their periods craved and went and bought her a tub of ice cream, chocolates, McDonald’s, KFC, tacos and chicken licken spicy food, and left her alone after that, not wanting to deal with her moods, I have heard that most of them can be quiet moody.

Now thinking about it, I could agree that she had made me a little bit soft, just soft enough for me to travel miles to get her something she could stomach. I could have cared less but except I did care about her and her well being.

The following day she was better with her periods all gone, but I had taken a mental note and bought all kinds of ice creams and chocolates and even stocked up on more snacks for her to nibble on when she was buried in a book.

I liked looking at her while she was in the library, with her legs curled on the couch, eating some food that Tumi had ordered for her on my instruction and she would sit there all engrossed in a book like she was in her own world other times she would be staring out the window with a distant look on her face, making me wish to want to wipe it off her face. her face was too perfect to be ruined by the crease that found itself on her forehead.

I placed my hand on her thigh and she jumped a little at my cold touch, her legs clenched together making me smile a little knowing that she was wet for me even though all I did was hold her thigh, I slowly lifted my hand up her thigh, my fingers grazed at the lace panty that she had on. She looked at me, begging me with those beautiful eyes of hers of an angel not to do this here, in front of all the guests.

But this was where the fun was at. I pushed the lace to the side and my fingers found themselves on the knob of her clit and rubbed it a little, her legs parted a little for me, I smiled like a hungry lion and pushed two fingers inside happy to find her dripping wet, I pushed slowly inside of her building the momentum, she wriggled her hips a little helping herself to my fingers, now she had completely ignored Ntando her eyes were focusing on me, I could feel her getting closer, her nails biting on my forearm wanting me to let her release right then and there but instead I pulled my fingers out leaving her high and dry. “Not here, Nkosazana.” I whispered in her ear, she whimpered a little making me smile.