Poison

The man, named Edward Jackson went in balls deep. With a sweaty ass and a stern look, he handled her the way an angry crowd handled a thief for stealing a candy bar the week before. He fucked her throughout the night; the girl moaned and screamed, in pain and in pleasure - a very rare combo.

How can someone enjoy a good, rough sex so much and still feel pain all the while, it was that brutal! How did the guy ‘do’ it? Well, he tied the poor girl to the queen-sized bed with the strongest rope he could find at the moment, he was so horny and angry that he forgot to take the condom he hid in the inner pocket of his least favorite jacket. He tied her eyes and he instructed her to maintain a position throughout the whole ‘thing’- he wanted to try out the doggy style for the first time and he wanted it to be really good, perfect in fact.

The lady was so obedient, it was almost sickening! How can someone actually agree to this act of madness? She had been begging for this for quite a while now, not directly though; she complained every time they had sex. “That was too short”, she would always say.

He frowned at her every time she did that and when she noticed, she would try to make him feel good, she would say “but you are still one of my best customers”. That didn’t mean much to him, in fact, the sex doesn’t do much for him, other than the fact that he just used it to escape his reality.

Edward hated his life, he would always think about it all and after, he would heave a huge sigh, his heart would break into so many pieces that he wouldn’t even know how to start mending it. He was frustrated with work and most of all, his family, so he vents it all on ‘his girls’. That particular night was different however, he was so angry, so much so that he had to call his very special one- the girl he wished he would have married. He loved everything about her: her smile, her eyes; the way she made him feel was so unique. They would talk for hours: about the things they loved and the things they hated.

He hated the fact that she was a prostitute, he would tell her jokingly that she would one day quit her job and follow him, but she always laughed it off. Most times, he would not have sex with her but he paid every time, the talks were enough! Some other times however, he would behave like a man who had just lost a billion-dollar contract and he would fuck her with the intent to kill.

The lady didn’t hold that against him all the while because she knew he was hurting, she could sense just how frustrated he was, so she allowed him to do whatever he wanted, so long as he paid handsomely. On that particular night, it was like he borrowed the strength of a thousand men, the lady had never screamed like that before, not since a client fucked her for six straight hours- she thought she was going to die but this one was worse. The bed kept rattling as she kept screaming, “please stop... Please... I’m begging you”, she kept saying in turn. He didn’t listen, he kept going, he was like a raging bull or more like a man possessed by a legion of demons.

An hour passed and the people at the other hotel rooms became curious as to what was going on, they thought she was being beaten, “are you alright ma’am?“, they asked but there was no response, only screams and moans. In a short while, they broke through the door and they became dumbfounded by what they saw- “how would a man fuck a prostitute and she would scream as loud as this”. They had to tear the guy away from the very tired lady, she was all out of breath. They both reached for their robes, Edward kept smiling all the while.

“What is wrong with you man? Are you out of your mind?” One of the men asked

“What business of yours is it? Haven’t you ever fucked someone this good before?” Edward replied

“I am not crazy and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in jail, so no, I have never done something this crazy”, the man replied with a very serious look

“You should try it sometime, it’s good for the soul. I feel ten years younger now!” He [Edward] smiled wickedly, laying on the bed and rubbing his hand on his big belly.

The men left one by one, they were so surprised about what just happened, they wondered why the girl kept quiet immediately after she was ‘rescued’. After she caught her breath, she wore her robe and she poured herself a cold martini drink, then moments later, she sprung on the bed again and she slept off, it was hilariously scary to watch! “They were made for each other”, one of the men said in anger as he walked away.

After the whole ruckus had died down, Edward took a hot bath, ordered himself a good, hot meal, paid for the broken door and then he slept for roughly thirty minutes. He woke up with his eyes all swollen; he didn’t care however, he felt happy, fulfilled too, he felt like he had all that he wanted at that moment.

He brought out his wallet from his black blazer and he counted the minty notes in there, and then he placed some on the bed, more than what she usually earned per night. You could say he was generous for paying that ridiculous amount, but he knew he had scarred the lady with what he did and he was really sorry about that, the only way he knew he could show her how sorry he felt was to drop a huge tip. She was more like a product: once bought, it can be used however the owner wishes. Edward didn’t think of her like that, she was more human to him than any other being in his life. He dropped the minty notes and then he left, without leaving as little as a note.

It was 4am already, he drove through Hoxton road, tired and sleepy! His eyes waned more and more as he got closer to Edward Street! Yeah, that’s right! They named the street after Edward Jackson, after all, his company supplied the roofing sheets for all the houses in that street, at a discount of course! Edward hadn’t gotten home yet.

His house was at the very end of the street, he regretted his decision of choosing such a place to build his mansion at that moment, ‘if only it was closer’, he thought. His customized Lamborghini Aventador cruised through the road as fast as it possibly could, it was almost impossible to spot! A car that fast shouldn’t be driven at its top speed in a densely inhabited area as that! It was like Edward had lost his sense of reasoning, he kept his foot on the pedal and he tried, like really tried to keep a straight head.

As soon as he got to his gate, he slowed down, he didn’t want so much as a dent on the car; he had ordered for a customized model for a year before it was finally delivered and when it arrived, he wasn’t disappointed, not even a little bit, it was all he dreamed of in a car.

Although he owned several customized cars, including a Ferrari which was only owned by Edward and a Saudi king. He had always loved a Lamborghini, right from an early age. At age twelve, he built a mini car and he spray painted the iconic word ‘Lamborghini’ boldly on the bonnet. He drove the mini car across his neighborhood with pride, he grinned happily even when the car parts fell apart, he vowed right there that he would one day own a very special customized Lamborghini and 20 years later, he actually did own one, the very first person to own a customized Aventador, it was his pride and joy.

He opened the humongous, platinum gate with his remote control and then he drove silently through the driveway, with the headlights off, he didn’t want to wake Mrs Jackson. Although the house was still a mile away from the gate and she could not have possibly noticed if he had opened the gate because he had turned the alarm off but still, he was extra cautious.

An incredibly sexy, tall woman stood at the door of the main building: she was wearing her night gown, with her firm nipples showing through the somewhat transparent top and her huge butt almost tearing through the tight gown, she was a goddess amongst mortal men. Her lips were as soft as a baby’s cheek and her eyes were pretty, so pretty that you could stare at them for hours and not grow ever tired!

She stood there looking all flustered and shaking in anger, her big boobs flew along with the rhythm of the shake and her butt followed suit too.

Edward knew he was in trouble already, so he took his precious time, he parked his car in the garage specially built for it and he walked up to her

“Baby, I’m sorry for coming late, I had a hectic day at work. I’m so sorry”

“Who was it this time?” Mrs Edward asked, frowning

“What do you mean, Rebecca? So, you don’t trust me anymore?”

“I did trust you but you did your best to betray it, it’s no longer news, everyone knows how much of a pig you are”, she replied, spitting on him in the process before she stormed inside

He was glad that she did what she did because anytime his wife did that, he knew she would go into her room and cry, she would then sleep after. He needed to sleep and he was just too weak to argue, so he entered quietly and he went to sleep too. They had been sleeping apart for months now, so he was doubly sure that he would sleep soundly, at least for the night; he knew that once his wife was like that, she would not speak for days, and he wanted it to be like that, so gently, he went to his room at the other building in the compound to sleep.

You want to know why Edward was like that towards the prostitute. Well, it’s simple, he was frustrated!

Few days before that happened, he was scheduled to go for a business trip to Qatar with the lovely Mrs Edward, they had to close a deal with the owner of the tallest building in the world, who happened to be Mrs Edward’s close friend, so she made it happen and it was almost certain that the deal was going to fall through. It was also meant to be a lovely, romantic trip, marking their anniversary- Edward had made the necessary plans, he had bought the gift: a 24 carat diamond necklace and he had readied the first private jet which he named ‘REBECCA’, it was all going according to plan until the night she found a G-string in one of his trousers.

“Edward! What is this?” She said, screaming on top of her voice

“What do you mean by what is this? You don’t know what that is?” he replied, looking confused

“I saw this in the trouser you wore yesterday. How did this get in there?”

“I... I…” he was interrupted abruptly

“You know what? Never mind, once a pig, always a pig! Enjoy your trip, maybe you should take her as my replacement. An excuse of a man!”

Edward flew to Dubai the next day alone, the business trip was a bum! The deal he wanted to close didn’t fall through: Mrs Edward had called ahead to inform the man that she wouldn’t be able to make the trip and that he should not trust Mr Edward for any reason at all. Edward was ultimately disappointed in the end, he pieced the puzzles together, “my wife must have spoken to the man”, he said.

He was supposed to spend a whole week in the beautiful country of Dubai but he left 2 days later, the only reason he stayed for 2 days was because he thought the man would change his mind but as it turned out, he didn’t! He had to make his time worthwhile though, so he visited the landmarks of the country as he had done countless times before- the Burj Khalifa, the desert safari and the Dubai fountain.

He tried to enjoy himself but he just couldn’t, his mind strayed here and there! He was sick and tired of his wife calling him a pig, he wanted a happy and lasting home but he felt like his wife wanted something different. Why would he think that? Well, because she denied him of sex almost every time! Whenever he told her he was horny, she would say that he should visit the nearest brothel and fuck an ugly whore because that is what he needs; he felt ridiculed in his own home!

Maybe that was the reason why he kept visiting brothels and why he had lots of girls at his beck and call. He thought about that throughout the day, until night fell and he grew tired, so he returned to the hotel where he stayed- the Burj Al Arab Jumeirah, which is one of the most luxurious hotels in the world.

As big as the bed was, he could not sleep! He kept thinking about what happened and how he could have prevented it. His mind often strayed back to the time when the Jacksons came to that very hotel for their honeymoon, he smiled because he remembered just how perfect everything was, the sex in particular: she took him to cloud nine and he wished he could stay there for life. She made him bite his tongue countless times because he wanted to say just how good it was, she rode him like she was the best horseman ever.

Whenever his mind strayed to that moment, his penis would stand erect and he would wish she was still the same person as before. She once gave him a blowjob right before he left for work on a Monday morning, that day turned out to be magical through and through as a result. How it all went wrong flew past him, but the saddest part is that he didn’t even realize it until it was just too late.

The next day came slowly, he witnessed the sun set beautifully and he painstakingly saw how it rose again the next day, he didn’t get even a wink of sleep! He couldn’t bear to spend another day full of regrets and a sleepless night, so he packed his bags and he rushed to the airfield where the jet was already waiting, he was back home when his wife’s call entered,

“Hello darling! How was your trip? Hope you closed the biggest deal in the company’s history?” Mrs Jackson said with a sinister tone

“Is that why you called? To gloat?”

“Not at all, I just wanted to know how it all went down?” she replied, chuckling and giggling wickedly

“I will send you a note!” he hung up

He threw the phone at the wall in anger, WHAM! It landed, shattering on the tiled floor. He wanted to get back at her by any means necessary, so he called his special girl.

“Hey, are you busy?”

“Who is this?” she asked

“It’s me, Eddie!”

“Oh, my most loyal customer, is this your new number?”

“This is my other number… Are you busy?”

“Not at the moment. Why?”

“Meet me at that hotel in the next five minutes”, he hung up.

The phone he called with was the landline in the main building, he had recorded the call with the hope that when his wife came back, she would dedicate time to listen to the recorded phone calls, as she always did. So he drove off to meet the girl!

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