YOLANDA
I requested the guards to take me to dad’s work because I seriously need to tell him my mind. I am tired of him abusing me whereby my mother left me in his hands. Why can’t he see that what he is doing to me is not what my mother would ever want?
My mother told me to stand up for myself, and if it means me losing my family, I will do it. I am done being petty for myself.
“Wait for me; I will be back in ten minutes,” I instruct the guard before I get out of the car and walk towards the building.
I pass a few people in the foyer and catch a lift to the fourteenth floor where my father’s company is. The doors open and I walk out. Just a few assistances here and there, and perhaps clients, but as I get to the front desk, it is empty. I don’t ask any questions because I know my way to my father’s office.
Before I could knock, I hear funny noises coming from his office. They sound really strange, but I am not surprised because I know that Mr. Bennett’s hands are magic. That is what being a chiropractor is about, right?
I decide not to disturb him and let him do his job, so I wait outside his office and play with my phone.
‘Good morning, babe. I hope you had a great sleep last night because I did. Indeed, dad came last night, and to what it seems like, Kyle hasn’t told him anything… yet!’ I send the text to Kyle.
The noises get even louder from the office, and I cannot help myself but get in there and check. These moans are too weird for my liking. I slowly open the door and peep my head inside. I almost choke on my saliva when I notice my dad with his pants on the floor behind a woman, bending over the bed while he is pumping his manhood inside her butthole or v****a hole.
With my eyes widened and my heart pumping out of my chest, I am frozen in shock, looking at how he is enjoying it.
“Yes, f**k me like a slut,” Recognising the woman’s voice, I just know who it belongs to.
I cannot believe this! My stepdad and his secretary are making out. They cannot even realise that I am here because they are lost in the moment. This is crazy!
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Dad says, grabbing her hair painfully as he penetrates. He smacks Petunia’s ass continuously, and she moans in pleasure.
I return to my senses and shake my head before silently closing the door. I need to get out of here quickly as if I was never here. I am leaving no trace of myself here.
“Drop me at the mall; I will catch a cab back home.” I tell the guard as soon as I enter the car.
***
As soon as the guard dropped me off at the mall and left, I caught another cab to Kyle’s house. He is probably still asleep, but I would be glad to be the one to wake him up.
It is how comfortable I have become, especially after that day Kyle gave me a pleasurable time. Gosh, I think about it every night before I sleep. That was epic, and he was only using his hand and fingers… which makes me curious about how the real deed must feel like.
As I get off at the gate, his text comes through.
‘Good morning, princess. I guess Capo is waiting for the perfect time to throw the bomb on him, but I am not worried, so you shouldn’t as well. Let’s just enjoy the moment. I miss you,’
I cannot wait to walk into the house and see his reaction. I just want to be with him and forget about my stepdaddy.
I get inside the house and call out for my man. Yes, my man!
“Yolanda, is that you?” He calls out, so I follow his voice and find him in the room downstairs as he gets himself into the wheelchair, using his upper strength.
“Hey, Mr. Louw. Surprise!” I exclaim.
“Damn, this is a real surprise! I literally just texted you now; did you see my message?” He asks. I sit on his lap and kiss him on the lips. “You do realise that I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, right?”
“Of course, but I don’t mind. Just when I got out of the taxi, your message came in. I went to my dad’s workplace so that I could talk to him,” I sigh.
“Oh, okay. Did you talk to him?”
“No, he was… uhm… busy, I think?” I don’t really know how to put it to him, I am even questioning myself if busy is the right word.
“So, you did not talk to him?”
“No… uhm, do you need help with anything?” I stand up and attempt to make his bed.
“Babe, I can make my own bed, you know that, right?”
That is the problem with Kyle. He hates feeling vulnerable, and always refuses help, even from his mother.
“Then I will go and make breakfast,”
“Just stop, Yolanda!” He yells, frightening me.
“Kyle, I was not trying to mock you or anything; I just wanted to help you. I know that you are capable, but I figured that I got here early, so at least let me do something,”
He exhales, not saying anything.
“You do know that I love you, Kyle, but I also want to tell you that it is okay to feel susceptible and need help. I will never make fun of it because you are my man but allow us to help you. This is just a temporary situation, and I know that one day you will get back on your feet to take over the world again. Please don’t yell at me,” I stand in front of him and hold his hands. He pulls them to his mouth and pecks the back of them a few times before he looks at me.
“I am sorry. I just hate being in this position, and it is really frustrating. I did not mean to shout, please forgive me,”
“It’s okay, babe. I just want you to know that we are balling in the same team. Let’s trust each other,”
***
Kyle was done showering as soon as I finished making breakfast. We decided to sit in the lounge and have breakfast while we watch Wednesday on Netflix. He was not into it, but I put him into it and now he is so focused that he has somewhat forgotten about me… he hasn’t, has he?
“You have the same personality as Enid, you know?” He says. “Cute, bubbly, thoughtful, carrying, kind, and you always put others first. You have a great heart, babe,”
I turn and look at him before I let out a shy smile.
“No one has ever said that to me before… thank you,” Well, my mom did but that is what all mothers tell their kids, right?
“I am honoured to be the first to tell you… I love you, so much, angel,”
“I love you too,”
After we finish eating, I went to put the dishes in the kitchen before I came back and we settled on the couch comfortably, watching the series.
“Kyle, what is going to happen when I go to university next year? How will we see each other?”
“Well, as much as I would love to see you every day, I guess on weekends? One weekend you come here and the next weekend I come to you, and we can book ourselves into a BnB?”
“Hmm, so will you wait for me?” I hope he understands where I am going with this.
“Wait for you how?” He asks.
“I mean, with s*x? I am not ready yet to… you know,”
He heaves a sigh.
“Well, to be honest, it is going to be hard. I am a man and I get very horny. I won’t lie and say I haven’t thought about making love to you or how long I should wait until you are ready, and believe me when I say that it really gets frustrating, but I love you so much and what we have going is beautiful, and I do not want to ruin it,”
“What about temptations?”
“Oh, Yolanda. I do not get tempted by anything except for you. I am tempted to lick you right now,” He puts on a smug on his face, and I gasp. “Want to try it?”
“Kyle!” I clench my thighs together.
***
After an hour of a steamy session with Kyle on the couch, I lie on top of him with my back and my legs wide open, completely naked. His hand is now guiding me on my p***y, teaching me how to penetrate myself.
“Just keep rubbing yourself on that part, constantly, and just fall deep into it,” He says in a husky tone. “But I want you to turn around and face me when you do it,” He orders. Facing him I would be completely exposing myself.
I turn and do as he says. To my surprise, he lowers his beach shorts his p***s sprouts out, causing me to gasp. It is hard and big. Gosh, now I feel very shy and not sure where to look.
“Focus, baby girl… we both want to reach the climax, right?” He says, running his hand up and down on his manhood.
I softly bite my lower lip and close my eyes, moaning. This feels so good.
“Oh, yeah,” He moans… as if he could read my mind.
The face flashes in my head again, but this time, it is the scene I saw earlier in his office, playing in my head… the problem now is, I am in Petunia’s position, and he is doing what he was doing to her on me.
“Oh, daddy…” I moan, softly.
Aksara