The houseboy

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It's a quiet evening. The sun has gone down and I'm listening to Nina Simone. She's good.

She sings about all the things she doesn't have, a coat or a father or mother or brother or lover or a smoke. Just like me she lacks so many things. But the song also continues about how she has eyes and nose and mouth and life.

I heave a deep sigh, knowing what she's telling me through her song. I can do anything and become anything regardless of the limitations surrounding me.

I walk around the gigantic room and then step out, not forgetting to check myself in the floor to ceiling mirror one last time as I do.

Just as I step into the passage, my breath falters. My steps do the same and I have to hold onto the brick railing as my eyes darts over him.

Black. Male. Hefty. Strong. And so young.

A longing sigh escapes my lips and I quickly look away as he looks up, as if he can hear my sigh. I blink as scarlet floods my cheek and clear my throat softly before walking down the stairs.

I try not to look at him again.

His name is Ade. He's a Nigerian and is our houseboy. But nothing about him resembles that of a houseboy.

He has this aura that emanates off him. This god-like aura, I kid you not. He's lean, and tall and dark complexioned. And my goodness, is he handsome. He has nude colored lips and light grey enchanting eyes. His voice is the deepest I've ever heard.

And I think he hates me.

The thought of someone like this hating me sends panic through me. I don't need his approval, I'm a senators wife even at the young age of twenty five. He's twenty seven. And he's skilled in many things.

I've seen him discussing business with Pablo, my husband. Oh, that reminds me.

Pablo will be back from his trip tomorrow evening. He goes on this long trip once in a while. It lasts for a week sometimes. He has refused to divulge much into his trips and that's the only thing Pablo has refused to tell me since we got married three years ago.

"Ade." I breathe, the anticipation of gearing his voice thrumming in my veins.

"Yes ma'am?" He replies without sparing me a glance. I don't speak, hoping he'll look towards me but he doesn't. He's cleaning Pablo's vase. He spends twenty minutes cleaning that vase everyday, like some weird obsession.

My nose crinkles up in indignation when I realize he isn't going to look my way.

He did tell me a few nights ago that he would give me what I've been demanding from him. It was at night, when I passed beside him at the hallway leading to the backyard. I couldn't have been imagining things, could I?

And what would he possibly mean by giving me what I've been demanding from him anyway? I'm guessing he means ignoring me. Not like he ever gave me much attention anyway, but I don't care.

I'm the madam of this house and I demand to be respected as I deserve.

"Look at me." I order, tilting my chin in the air a little. My nostrils flare for a bit, and I know I must look so much like my beautiful mother used to do when she ordered all those rich snobs around. And damn right she deserved to. She was a prostitute but a noble one.

She commanded respect wherever she went, and everyone knew she was the one that brought my family out of penury. And even though she married me off to Pablo, I gave no regrets since I have done my bit in paying her back for all the money and heavy investment she spent on me.

"Madam." Ade says in a grunt and my brows furrow. Is he trying to disobey my orders?

"You heard me Ade. Look at me this instant." I order again, noticing a slight tremor in my right hand. It happens only when I'm nervous or angry. I can't tell which it is this time but I'm leaning towards anger.

He has never done as much as glancing at me in this house. He only hangs around or speaks whenever his boss is around.

He drops the vase with the gentility and care I wished a man would treat me with and carefully gets up. Then he looks up at me with slow movements, his gaze darting over me slowly.

I heave a sigh of relief for reasons unknown to me, just glad he has finally looked at me though I can't help but mentally berate myself. I don't have daddy issues and I don't need a man's validation so why should I care if he looks at me so much?

Why should I let it bother me?

I blink in disbelief when he takes fast strides towards me and suddenly stops infront of me.

My breath hitches when he gently lifts his right hand. Every fibre in my being stills as I await his next move.

Like the rest of his body, his fingers are lean and long, and very attractive. I blink, a part of me wondering what he's going to do next.

Will he grab my waist?

I shake my head a little. He's a houseboy, my houseboy. A handsome, intelligent and well built man but a houseboy to me nonetheless. He can't do that. He can't even-

"I've been waiting for you to come down, Aubrey. I'll give you what you've been demanding from me and I won't be sorry." He says and my thoughts are cut short when he swiftly snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me into him.

A squeak escapes my lips when I'm pressed against his body and I hear my heart drumming harshly inside my ears.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

The air has shifted between us, I can sense it.

"Wh-what are you doing, Ade?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Shhhh." He grinds into me. Hard, smooth.

"I-" I press my right hand on his stomach, taking a gulp as dirty thoughts filter rapidly into my mind. This is what I've always wanted, but it feels stronger than I would've anticipated. Realer. More urgent.

I pant wantonly, meeting his eyes and blinking once. Twice. Thrice. His eyes are set on me. And the lust in them are very evident. He wants me.

He dares to grind harder into me, as if to prove his point. And I feel it. The heat coming off him, the strength of his youthfulness. The outline of his cock, hard and alive. I feel everything.

"Ad-"

"Was this not what you wanted?" The huskiness vibrates from him and into me, making my body tingle with desire as my nipples harden with need.

My lips tremble out of a mixture of both shock and arousal. I'm so hot for him, the thought makes me tremble a little.

Staring intently at me, he suddenly swoops in and smashes his lips against mine.

And you know what I do?

I moan while he licks my lips, my eyes fluttering close in urgency.

I tremble like a sex deprived bitch. Like someone that doesn't have a man in her life. Well granted my husband is already sixty eight and can barely get it up but at least I am married and should stay loyal to the aged man that put a ring on my finger.

I don't think about all this as I kiss Ade though, enjoying the feel of his body against mine and the way his hand squeezes my butt as he grinds me into him. I kiss him fine and good, wanting to pour all my desires into the kiss. His lower lip is full and I wonder how much pleasure it'll bring when he sucks my pussy juice and whispers his desires for me on my nether lips.

I want him, oh I hunger for him.

When he finally pulls away to look at me, a whimper escapes my lips. The hunger to have him fuck me hard and fast squeezes every bit of rationality from me.

He chuckles, dark and gruffly.

"You want me?" He asks with slightly furrowed brows, his teeth tugging on the left side of his lower lip like he's deep in thought.

I almost come undone at the sight of him biting his lips while asking me the question gruffly. I wish I'm the one biting those lips, especially the lower lip. It's nude colored and so damn attractive. I want those lips to worship the core of my feminity, I want them to play instruments on my body so I can sing songs of melody.

Still, I feign ignorance, not wanting to appear cheap.

Because I'm cheap.

For our houseboy whom I've always eyed and imagined I did wicked things to, yes I am cheap.

Hell, I would go naked and on all fours if he wanted me to. I would beg for his cock if I could get to have him in my mouth. If he wouldn't see anything wrong in it, I would kneel and pull his pants off him to suck him off nice and good.

Instead though, I look away gently. And then he's on me, pulling me with him, carrying me upstairs, down the hallway, into his room, locking the door.

My body trembles with need. I need him.

I don't put up a resistance.

There's no need to keep up with the pretense.

He roughly pulls off my gown and does the same with his shirt and pants, then he's in front of me, his hand fisting around my neck, his heated gaze darting over me. Head to toe, back to my face, back to my toe.

I tremble, feeling my pussy lips ache with the need for a release. I want him. So badly.

"Take of your underwear." He orders me and sits on the edge of his bed. The gruffness in his voice does it. Hell if he was mute and he'd somehow communicated it in some other way, I would've still taken off my bra and panty.

My movements are hasty, and I tremble. Immediately I'm done, he pulls me into him and grabs my breasts, moving his hands over them slowly. I writhe, wondering how he can be so gentle even with how rugged his expression is right now. His body feels so warm.

I pull his head against my breast and push my nipple into his lips, gasping as I throw my head back when I feel the sensation.

"Yes. Yes please." My voice is mixed with arousal. The need for release.

I relish in his soft groan of approval as his palms squeeze my ass cheek and breast simultaneously, my breath hitching in wonder.

"I've watched you in the hallways, your pretty gowns and tight jeans. Boss doesn't know I get hard when I see you reading at the pool or doing exercises. He doesn't know I don't come near you because I might bend you over right in front of him and fuck you sideways. You want to fuck me. And I need to fuck you. Right. Now." While speaking, he has taken off his boxer shorts and his dick is standing in approval while glaring at me.

My tongue traces over my lower lip as I sight a bead of cum on his cock head.

He grabs me and merges our lips together, his lean fingers tracing over my pussy as he finds my clit. He swallows my gasp with a deep kiss, his fingers scissoring urgently inside me.

Every movement brings another reaction from me, till I'm begging and panting for him. It doesn't help that the feeling is new because I've only ever slept with my husband and we've done it a handful of times.

The anticipation builds inside me, fast and urgent. I shut my eyes, welcoming the big O I've always heard about.

Then I'm against the wall and disappointment is slowly replacing the intense feeling as he slows his movement. My mood dampens and I open my mouth to curse him.

"What the...ah, fuck..." I moan as he fills me slowly, grunting as he pulls back to slam into me again. My head's rotates.

This is it. The feeling of being full, I grab his shoulders as he begins to ram mercilessly, his lips going to my neck where he leaves a harsh bite that has me clamping hard against his cock.

A groan greets my ears as he moves me up and then shuts his eyes.

Hard. Fast. Urgent. In. Out.

In. Out.

In. Out.

"Mnn ohhhh, yess. Yes fuck, yes there. Please, oh yes. Mhn ahhhhhhhhhh oh hell." I moan deliriously and scratch his shoulders, my eyes shutting even though I struggle to keep them open.

He pulls away from my neck only to rotate his hips. My head falls back, my eyes shutting as my body trembles uncontrollably.

"Oh jeezzzzzzahnnnn." I scream and hear him speaking.

But I can't hear anything.

I'm lost.

I'm totally lost.

I'm lost in pleasure I've never felt before.