“Common Ella, if you love me, you will do this. Do I have to beg you? This is to assure me that you love me as much as I love you and that we won’t part.” Alex pressured Ella.
“You know I love you. We don’t have to go into that shit just to hold onto to what we have. You have my word already. Please, just trust me. I won’t cheat on you neither will I leave you. Believe me.” Ella tried to reassure Alex.
“You call it Shit? You call us taking a blood a oat to seal our love shit? Now I know you don’t love me. You are a fine piece of ass and a lot of men would want you, I just want to be sure that I can trust you.”
“Ofcourse you can trust me.”
“What’s the guarantee that you won’t cheat on me tomorrow?”
“Are you saying that after I take a blood oat with you, you will stop being suspicious of me.”
“Fine, then I will do it. What does it take?”
“Really? You will?”
“Whatever it takes to make you stop embarrassing me.”
“Okay baby, that will have to be tomorrow. I will have to buy the things we need to make it happen. I love you Ella. I really do.”
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Whatever! I’m late for work. See you tomorrow.”
Ella left for work that day thinking about what she had just agreed to do with Alex. The closest friend she had was Maryann who was also her colleague. She thought of confiding in Maryann but she kept changing her mind. During lunch, Maryann observed that Ella was a bit off and quiet. She pressured Ella to share whatever it is that was troubling her. After a lot of pressure, Ella finally opened up, to Marryann’s shock.
“Please don’t do it, I beg you. That thing can be really dangerous.” Maryann said
“Why? What do you know?” Ella asked
“You realize if you do it, you will be stuck with him forever?”
“Yes, we are getting married anyway. And I love him.”
“Do you realize that no matter how cruel he is to you in future, that you won’t be able to leave him? Even married couples get divorced. In your own case, you will have no choice. Besides, what is he afraid of? A man is only insecure about his woman only when he knows she deserves better.”
“Oh come off it Maryann, Alex is the best man there is, well, except his insecurities ofcourse.”
“The fact that you are even giving it a thought or paying any attention to it appalling. I mean, with your level of education and qualifications you don’t know when it’s time to kick a man out of your life?”
Maryann convinced Ella not to go through with the blood oath (or so she thought) and that she should ask Alex to seek professional help about his control issues. Ella promised Maryann she would not go through with it without properly thinking things through. The rest of the day was quite hectic for Ella due to series of meetings. So when she got home, she just threw her files on the floor, had a shower and spent the evening thinking about what she had agreed to do with Alex. She drank herself to sleep that night since it was Friday and she had no work the following day.
Alex was pretty much excited. He had gone out to buy a local dry gin and a new pin. Those were all he needed for the oath. He sang happily around the house as he prepared for Ella’s arrival. It was as if he was expecting a guest from space. He cooked and cleaned as he whistled and danced happily. In his heart, he thought, he had every reason to be happy. After he was done with his unnecessary house chores, he relaxed and waited for Ella. 2PM, 3PM, 4PM. Still, no Ella. He tried calling her but her phone was switched off and his heart began to race. Finally at 6PM Alex got up angrily, grabbed the bottle of local gin and the new pin and drove to Ella’s apartment. By the time he arrived, it was already dark. After Ella opened the door for him and told him she changed her mind, they began to argue for a while, finally, Alex broke into tears.
“You just don’t love me enough Ella. You don’t. We are going to spend the rest of our lives together, so what are you afraid of? This is just not fair. I can’t believe another woman is going to hurt me all over again. I just want to die.” he cried.
Seeing Alex in such a broken down mode made Ella begin to cry too.
“No Alex, I love you truly, I’m just scared. This involves blood. I’m afraid.”
“Are you planning to cheat on me?” he asked her.
“God forbid. I swear to you, no man will ever lay his hands on this body if it’s not you.” she replied.
“Then prove it to me or I will kill myself. I want to die.”
“No Alex, don’t talk like that. I love you, okay, I will do it, if that’s all the proof you need, I will do it.”
“You will? Oh my god! I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Yeah yeah, I love you too. Now let’s do this and get it over and done with before I change my mind.”
Alex quickly went to his car and brought out the new pin and the local dry gin. He got a cup from Ella’s Kitchen and after he poured the gin into the cup, he pricked his finger and pointed the bleeding finger into the cup of gin. Then he did same to Ella who was crying hysterically but Alex couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or out of pain from the pin as he bled both their fingers into the cup.
“Sorry baby, the hurt will stop soon.” he consoled Ella.
After he stirred the mix in the cup by shaking the cup he told Ella what to say.
“I Ella, swear this day that I will never cheat on you Alex neither will I leave you. If any other man should have sex with me, may I go mad and then die afterwards.”
Then she drank from the cup which contained their blood mixed with gin. Then she handed the cup to Alex who also took the oath just like Ella did and then he drank from the cup. He handed the cup back to Ella with a little of the mixture in it which she dropped on the table.
“You belong to me now.” Alex said.
“And your insecure ass is mine now too. You got that?” Ella teased and they both laughed.
“Now what?” she asked
“Get rid of the cup and the remnant.” he ordered her.
Ella took the cup outside her apartment, and walked out of her gate, then she poured it on the lawn just by the gate and on her way back to her apartment, she disposed the cup into the trash can.
By the time she returned, Alex was standing in the room with his shirt now in his hand, looking very mischievous. Once Ella was in the room she turned, tried putting her arms around him, rising up on her toes, her lips lifting toward his. But he stopped her.
“Uh-uh,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Not so fast, Sweetie.”
Indicating that she should stay where she stood he walked over to a chair while tossing his shirt aside.
“Undress,” he told her, taking a seat. “Slowly.”
He had set the room’s lighting so that he was in the shadow while she was brightly illuminated. Staring into the darkness engulfing him she felt extremely vulnerable, unsure of herself, or exactly what to do, and so she did not move right away. She didn’t understand if the procedure was still part of the Oath, if he was carrying out a follow up ritual or if it was just like any other normal moments lovers had.
“Nothing fancy, just undress,” he seemed to understand her concerns. “The top layer, leave the bra and panties.”
Feeling only slightly more comfortable she removed her blouse and tossed it on top of his shirt. The room was a little chilly and the cold air caused her nipples to stiffen, pressing at her bra. Somehow this helped her nerves slightly and her hands shook a little less as she pulled her slippers off. Lastly she undid her jeans. Working them down her thighs her hands steadied even more. When they were added to the pile as well she straightened up, waiting in only her lacy undergarments. She felt his eyes travel over her body, felt them crawling across her abdomen and up over her breasts, displayed by her light pink bra. She felt them slithering down over her hips to dip between her legs where her matching panties hid her sex. At just over five foot her petite frame was complimented by her luscious curves. Her insides began to stir intensely. She wanted to move, wanted to say something, to break the anxious silence. But she did not. Instead she remained quiet and still, feeling the chilly air conflict with her warm flesh.
“Now come here and help me undress,” he finally said.
Obediently she crossed the small space that separated them and helped him with his singlet. Then, at his indication, she dropped to her knees to remove his shoes and socks. After his belt was unbuckled, pants were undone, he raised up off the cushion and she pulled them off too. When he was also down to only his underpants she knelt before him, lightly caressing his thigh, her eyes on his crotch and his hidden, semi-erect cock. Her tongue absently slid across her lips. He reached out, his fingers touching her cheek, tracing her jaw line. A couple digits settled beneath her chin and applied a light pressure, causing her to look up as he leaned forward.
“You belong to me now Ella. This body is mine now, your pussy belongs to only me now.” he paused, “Do you understand!?”
She nodded and their lips met. They kissed gently connecting and parting several times before joining and holding. Their tongues slid past their lips to swirl against each other. Without breaking the passionate kiss, they slowly stood up, pulling the other’s body into their own, pressing their flesh together. He stood a foot taller than her and so she lifted up on her toes. She mashed her breasts against him, felt him rubbing his growing member against her. Moments later they broke their kiss to move onto the bed. He had her lie on her stomach, her ass curving up, the small of her back dipping down. Instinctively her legs parted slightly. He laid next to her, his fingers lightly dancing across her back. He kissed her shoulder, his lips pressing gently to her flesh. A warmth flowed through her. Sighing, she closed her eyes, allowed her head to settle heavier onto her crossed arms. For several long minutes his fingers danced across her flesh, slipping over and over her back, dipping down along her sides, tracing her ribs and the indent of her waist. He kissed her shoulder, leaned across her to kiss the other as well as her neck. She sighed some more, the combination both relaxing and stimulating her. His fingers slid down across her lower back, then up onto her panties. They caressed her ass through the lace. She felt a dampness inside her, her legs reflexively spreading open a little wider.
He shifted beside her, re positioning himself so that his fingers could reach further down along her body, down onto her legs. This also allowed him to kiss further down her back. Between the kisses she felt his tongue flickering across her flesh as well. The action added to the heat building inside her. His fingers tickled their way down both her legs, caressing her thighs and calves. He settled back, resting onto the mattress again. His fingers concentrated on her inner thighs, lightly brushing back and forth over her sensitive flesh, causing her legs to open a little more. His lips were centered on the small of her back and very top edge of her ass where her panties did not reach. The occasional flicker of his tongue continued to interrupt his light kisses. Laying there, under his attentions, she grew hotter. Her passions were stoked. She felt her embers heating up, felt them starting to glow within her loins. Her crotch grew damp, her legs spreading even more. His fingers slipped near that dampness several times, slid teasingly close to it, only to retreat at the last moment. Eventually he raised himself up to softly whisper in her ear, telling her to roll over. When she did she found him hovering above her, his eyes staring into hers. He leaned in. Their lips met again, their tongues swirling. She wrapped her arms around him, tried to pull him down against her. But he refused, keeping his body suspended inches above hers. She whimpered her desire into his mouth.
“Just lay back and enjoy it,” he instructed her.
His fingers danced again, this time across the front of her torso. Her abs quivered under their delicate touch. His lips and tongue became busy again as well, nibbling at her neck and kissing the flesh of her upper chest. He gave her front the same treatment he had given her back, taking his time, touching nearly every single inch of her bare flesh. Keeping to the outer edges of her garments he teased her with the repeated possibility of having her covered parts caressed. His lips brushed at the flesh swelling out from under her bra then slowly worked down to where they could trace the top edge of her panties. He added a third attack then, his teeth nipping at her flesh with quick, sharp tugs. His fingers delved onto her inner thighs, dancing and playing across her skin, drawing little circles mere centimeters from the bottom edge of her panties.
Her parted legs scissored slightly upon the bedspread, opening further, announcing the fire that had ignited from her embers. Her dampness seeped into the lace of her panties, creating a visible wet spot at her crotch.
Gradually he kissed his way back up her body, his tongue flickering across her abs, his teeth nipping. She whimpered quietly as his tongue licked her breasts along the very edge of her bra. He chuckled lightly in response, letting her know he was aware of his teasing. Warm air wafted through her loins, fanning her desire.
“Are you enjoying this?” He asked, looking down into her eyes.
“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, returning his gaze.
“Lift up,” he whispered, his hand coming up from her thigh to pull at her shoulder.
She rolled herself up on her side and his hand slipped behind her to unclasp the bra. Together they worked the straps down her arms then tossed the garment away. She laid back again. His fingers dipped between her legs, returning to their caresses at the edge of her panties. This time when his mouth moved across her chest it had no guide to follow and so he kissed and licked her exposed breasts; first one, then the other. Working inward from the outer edge of each fleshy mound he moved ever closer toward its nipple, getting nearer and nearer to the swollen nub with each pass. Each time he neared one of the delicate tips, her chest would lift, offering it to him. But then he would pass it by, his lips and tongue moving away to approach the other. Finally his mouth did close upon one, covering the hard nub with its wet embrace. He suckled lightly upon the breast, his tongue swirling across her nipple. She moaned, her back reflexively arching slightly, raising her up to feed him more of herself. One of her hands came up and settled firmly on the back of his head, holding it against her breast. Her other hand slid down between them, searching out his crotch and rubbing at the rigid shaft she found there. She moaned out, her breathing heavy, panting past her open lips. As he alternated between her breasts, sucking and licking at one swollen nipple, then switching to the other, her hand applied pressure to the back of his head. When she sensed he wanted to pull away and move to the other the pressure lessened.
Her legs had now spread themselves wide. Her hips shifted and slid, then rolled gently as they tried to make his teasing hand connect with her sex. At first he kept it from happening, his fingers caressing her inner thigh, tickling her flesh. But then he allowed his hand to slip up to the place where her legs molded into one torso. He cupped the damp spot over her sex, his fingers pressing at the pussy under it, the heel of his palm bumping against her clit. Instantly her hips jerked upwards. She moaned loudly. Her fingers grabbed at his shaft through his shorts and tugged hungrily.
“You’re really enjoying this,” he snickered, leaning up to look at her once more.
“You’re wicked Alex, see hoe you tease me for so long.” she informed him.
“It’s fun,” he admitted. “Roll back over, I want to play with your ass.”
He then pulled his hand away from her sex, causing her to whimper with the loss. He settled back on an elbow to wait while she pulled at his cock a few more times before letting go. As she rolled onto her stomach, her legs instinctively spread themselves, her knees bending slightly, pressing down against the mattress. He slipped into the space between them, his hands reached out to cup her curved orbs. His fingers gently squeezed her butt cheeks, scratched at her panties.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, her hips rolling before him.
Leaning forward he inhaled the scent of her wetness. His tongue slithered out to trace the edge of her panties, caressing her flesh again and again. While he did, his fingers worked to pull the material inward, bunching it all in the center of her ass so he could shower her bared cheeks with kisses and sharp little nips. His manipulation of her panties had also bunched them at the front. He pulled and tugged at them, made them rub at her sex, crammed them between her protruding lips. Coupled with everything else, this stoked her passions to new levels. Her wet pussy quickly grew wetter. She whimpered needily.
After a few more minutes he pulled the panties down her legs. His hands then covered her ass, pulled her cheeks apart. His wet tongue reached out, slowly crawling down to her puckered sphincter. It swiped across the clenched opening, caressing the nerve endings. Reflexively she raised up, a muffled groan coming from her. He swirled his tongue in circles around the little opening while steadily applying more and more pressure to its center. She whimpered with each swipe and push, panted as they electrified the nerves and fueled her hunger. An orgasm was awoken within her and was pulled toward the edge of its release. Her body broke out in a thin layer of sweat caused by her raging fire. Soon her knees were scooting forward, bending under her to raise her ass up and push it back at him.
Suddenly his tongue swooped down to lap at her glistening pussy. Her hips jerked spastically before him, they shoved her back at him forcibly. Sitting back on his knees he grabbed her waist and flipped her over. As she moved to re-situate herself he dropped forward again, his face diving between her legs, his tongue attacking her clit.
“Oh,” she moaned, her hands grabbed at the back of his head, her hips bucking upwards.
He locked his mouth over the swollen button, swirling his tongue over it. She squirmed before him. Her orgasm was drawn closer to its release. Her fingers entangled in his short hair. Her back arched, lifting her from the mattress.
“Oh God yes,” she whimpered, her orgasm teetering on the brink. “God yes.”
He closed his teeth on her clit, gently held it between them while his tongue rapidly swiped back and forth. Her climax exploded through her. Fireworks cascaded in her mind, her body twisted and twitched as a series of explosions rocketed along her nerves, her back arched high off the bed, her hips drove at his face.
“Oh yes, yes,” she cried out over and over, her hands shoving his face into her crotch.
As her orgasm subsided moments later she laid back, panting heavily. Her legs were spread wide, the bedspread stained by her juices. Her body shimmered with sweat. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing, the fleshy mounds topped by swollen nipple, her disheveled hair covered half her face, her mouth hung open. From beneath shaded lids she saw him kneeling above her. She felt his fingers on her again, this time at the side edges of her glistening pussy with its puffy lips. He stroked her flesh, his finger tips playing in her wetness.
“That felt good, didn’t it?” He whispered.
She nodded weakly.
“Now your pussy’s all wet and hungry. It wants something,” his hand shifted and two of his fingers slid into her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips rising reflexively, her head lulling to the side.
Grinning down at her, he slowly began finger-fucking her, pushing the digits in and out of her rhythmically.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he hissed. “Having something inside you? Fucking you.”
“Oh yes,” she rasped.
“You want my cock in you? You want me to fuck your wet, little pussy?”
She shifted to look down at his waist. He had removed his shorts and his cock stuck out, rigidly pointing at her. The sight of it made her body quiver.
“Yes,” she sighed.
He pulled his fingers from her. She whimpered sadly. He moved forward, positioned himself above her. He guided his hard cock toward her hungry opening, rubbed the tip of it up and down her pussy a few times before placing it at her hole and sliding forward. His shaft slowly penetrated her. Inch by inch it filled her aching sex.
“Ohhh,” she sighed breathlessly, raising her pelvis to his and grinding against him.
He pulled back, withdrew part of his cock. He slid forward, reinserted it all. Her arms reached up around him, her nails scratched at his back, her hips rose and fell with his, fucking herself onto his cock. Together they moved; rocking, humping. Their pace steadily increasing. Soon she felt another orgasm being awoken within her. She lifted up, buried her face into his chest and whimpered. Her body twitched beneath him, announcing the approaching climax. He slid himself into her smoothly a few more times, then suddenly slammed his hips forward driving his cock into her.
“Ohhhh yes,” she exclaimed.
He pulled back. Rammed forward again and again he did this, each time thrusting into her fiercely.
The orgasm exploded inside her. More fireworks filled her mind. Electricity jolted along her nerves. She moaned into his chest. Her legs snapped around his waist, locking him into her, melding her crotch to his. The hold was so tight that he could only rock his hips with her, not at her, as her body shuddered through a long series of climatic spasms.
Once it passed, her legs loosened their hold and he began moving at her with a little more vigor again. But after only a few times he stopped completely. Surprised, she looked up at him from under her heavy lids. Grinning he pulled back and out, completely removing himself from her.
“You know I love your butt,” he said. “Now roll back over, I want to see it bounce as I fuck you.”
Filled by excitement she did as told, raising her ass to him on bent knees. One of his hands held his cock in position and other hand pulled her cheek aside. Her crack was wet with the juices that had run down from her pussy. He pressed his finger to her sphincter, made small circles with it as he pushed at it. The combination of her juices allowed it to easily penetrate her, slipping smoothly past the tight opening and into her anus. Working the digit around; he rolled it in ever widening circles.
“I love your body, I love being nasty with you,” he groaned.
He jammed his cock back into her pussy. When he was mostly inside her, he held still for a moment. Pulling back, he withdrew part of it. Then he slid his hips forward again. His cock slipped in and out of her pussy, pumping hard that her ass began to bounce and slap at his pelvis. His hands grabbed onto her hips, holding her as he pushed himself into her, building up a deliberate, rhythmic fucking motion. Her body rocked with him, meeting his every thrust.
“Oh yes! Fuck me hard, fuck me deep. Oh God yes.” she moaned, pushing her ass back onto his cock.
“Oh yea,” he agreed. “You like it. You like my cock in your hot little pussy? You love it when I fuck you?.”
The growing rhythm had affected him. He felt his own climax nearing. He picked up momentum until he was no longer simply fucking her pussy, but pounding into it. His hands gripped her hips firmer, clamping down tightly.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy, I hope we make a baby tonight,” he growled.
He rammed himself into her, the force shoving her across the bedspread, pushing her toward the headboard. He thrust himself forward again and again. He did so one last time. He crammed his crotch against her cheeks, and froze. Inside her, his cock pulsed, exploded, unleashing his semen.
After a few moments he pushed her away. She fell to the bed, her collapsing body pulling her ass from around his cock. He fell next to her, a satisfied grin on his face.
After that night, Alex was never suspicious of Ella again and Ella couldn’t be happier. they both had a high level of trust for eachother. Sometimes, Ella would feel as if she made a huge mistake even though she would wave it off with denial.
‘We are getting married, what could go wrong?’
Few days later, Ella began to have some strange feelings around her. It was as if someone was following her, especially at night. But she dismissed the feeling thinking it was all in her head. Alex on the other hand stopped nagging her, even when he saw her with a male friend, he wasn’t bothered. When Ella informed him about an official trip abroad she was to go with her Boss, he didn’t object. In the past, he would nag and complain but this time, he just said ‘Okay’ Ella felt weird, somehow she missed the jealous and controlling side of Alex. Truth was that he didn’t trust her because he belived in her, but he trusted her because he knew she had no choice but to stay faithful because she knew what was at stake, Her life!
Ella and her Boss eventually made the trip and everything went well. Their bank won the bid for the international account which made them very excited that they decided to celebrate. The boss invited Ella to his suite and they happily shared some drinks as they discussed. They were to return home the following night. Ella could handle large consumption of alcohol, but that night, it was one drink too many.
Ella was intoxicated and mentally impaired by the alcohol. Communication between her neurons became slower and she couldn’t really notice much of what was going on around her as her thoughts were fine-tuned. She began slurring her words and had trouble with balance, attention and coordination. Her vision also became a bit blurry.
Before she knew it, she was laughing uncontrollably. And when she tried to get up she stumbled on the table causing her drink to pour on both she and her boss. She laughed hysterically even as her boss tried to apologize.
“I see someone has a light head. I shouldn’t have let you drink.” her boss said.
“No Sir, I am fine. I can handle this. I drink all the time. owww my suit is ruined.” Ella said as she continued to laugh.
“If you don’t mind, I could give them to the cleaners for you so they can bring them back before we leave tomorrow.”
“That makes sense Sir. But I will do that in my room.” Ella replied.
But before her boss could say anything else, Ella slumped on the couch. Her boss helped her to her feet and began to walk slowly with her to her room. As soon as he helped her open the door and took her in, Ella slumped onto her bed.
“Would you like me to help you get out of the clothes for the laundry?” the boss asked Ella.
Ella mumbled a response that sounded like a “Yes” or maybe it was just what her boss wanted to hear. He began helping Ella out of her suit, then her shirt and finally her trouser, leaving her with just her panties and a matching bra. He called the laundry and someone came to get the clothes. Then he went back to Ella who appeared dead to the world as she laid on the bed. He starred at her body for a while.
“Oh my god! Ella, I’ve always known you are beautiful. But I never knew you looked this good without clothes.” he said to himself.
Starring at Ella’s sexy body made a budge grow in his pants.
“I’ve not felt this hard for a woman in a long time.” he rubbed his hard-on through his pants and licked his lips.
“Oh shit! What am I doing here? When did I become such a pervert? I can’t do this! What if she wakes up and finds me?” he reached for her hand, picked it up and when he let it go, her hand fell lifeless to the bed. “Hmmmmm she’s out like a light. Ohhh Ella, I’ve always desired you, I’ve always wanted to feel your body, but I had hoped it will be with your consent and not when you are fleemered like this.” he climbed on the bed and patted her head. “Ohh you look so beautiful. Ohh what has possessed me? I don’t think I can do this!”
He got off the bed and stood starring at Ella’s body, the more he tried to resist, the harder his dick grew.
To Be Continued…………..©