[STORY] THE X-FAMILY (Episode 19)

Episode 19.

Moscow grabbed Octavia roughly by the hand and started leading her out of the room.

He couldn’t wait to see why Khalid was going to do to her. He was definitely going to punish her. Definitely.

Although, he was a little angry he’d interfered in his plans of drilling her, but he decided to wave it aside and watch what happens next.

Octavia, on the other hand, was patently panicking as they headed for the room.

What was he going to do to her? Did she disobey him again?

Oh! If only she had known. But she had no idea he was watching. She had no idea at all.

They finally got to the room and Moscow pushed her in, roughly.

Khalid was facing the table, opening a bottle of wine.

“You can leave, Moscow” he stated calmly and Moscow’s eyes dimmed.

Huh? He’d thought he’d be punishing her in front of him.

He fumed and looked at Octavia. Then, bowed and left the room.

Octavia’s breath almost seized as she realized she was alone in the room with him – again.

She interlocked her fingers in front of her and stared at the floor while he poured himself some drink.

when he was done, he turned to look at her, sipping from the glass.

He didn’t say a word – not at all – and it made Octavia really nervous.

He emptied the glass, dropped it on the table and started marching towards Octavia. And with each step he took, Octavia felt her heart skip along with it.

She was tempted to run, but fought the temptation real hard.

Finally, he stood in front of her and a wild fragrance emanated from him. They clouded Octavia’s senses, almost driving her mad.

He took another step closer, making Octavia think he wanted to swallow her up. She blinked rapidly and moved back.

He took another step and Octavia did same, another and another…and so it went until finally, her black was touching the wall.

She was stuck.

“What the f**k do you think you’re doing, Octavia?” Khalid asked as he placed his hand on the wall, right above her head.

There was a mixed smell of cigarette and perfume, coming from him.

She badly wanted to look him in the eyes, his dark pretty eyes, but she forced herself not to as she just stared down at the floor and felt his eyes on her.

“You know the rules over here” he continued, more collectedly.

“You know dignity has no meaning here. So, what do you think your doing?”

She gulped nervously and forced herself to talk.

“I….I hate it when….strangers touches me” She said with another gulp and he scoffed.

“But you let me touch you” he said daringly, moving his other hand to touch the tip of her hair.

She looked up at him and said:
“I had no choice”.

For the first time since she got into the room, she was staring at him directly in the face – the eyes. And she could swear, her heart stopped beating for a second.

His lips pushed up in a smirk and in one word, he said:
“Kneel”.

It took Octavia some seconds to digest what he said.

Oh! Was he really going to punish her? What would he do to her? Whip her?

She sank her knees to the floor, her heart playing party drums.

In the presence of the other guys, she felt nothing. But with this guy called Master Khalid, she couldn’t explain the level of anxiety he made her feel.

She was kneeling right in front of his legs and Khalid, moving his hand from the wall, took them to his belt and unhooked it.

Octavia’s eyes divided into two when she saw him pulling down the trouser. What was he….
What was he doing?

Her lips parted in shock as she lifted her eyes to look into his face, only to find him staring back at her.

He pulled down the trouser and his rod came bouncing out. Octavia gasped – inwardly.

It was so long and looked thick and answered Octavia’s wonders on how he’d been able to hurt her with it that night.

“You should know what to do” Khalid said, but Octavia could swear she had no idea.

Wait…
Not until she remembered………

She had seen it in a movie once – unintentionally.

Hold on…was he expecting her to take it into her mouth? She wondered.

Khalid’s face was beginning to grow dim and Octavia realized he might be getting angry.

Without touching him and hoping she was doing the right thing, she took her lips close and covered his tip.
She tried going deeper but could barely reach half as her lips were just too small for him, or perhaps, he was too big for her.

Khalid got hold of her hair and pushed her forward, forcing her to go deeper.

Octavia grunted in a moan as she felt the rod slide through her mouth, reaching for the back of her throat. She was choking.

She never thought she could take him up to this length, tho she still couldn’t cover him up completely.

She couldn’t breathe. She looked up at Khalid who had a strong look on his face. It was obvious he was getting pleasure from it.

Octavia tried to pull away but couldn’t as he was gripping her hair and just when she was about losing it, he released her.

She exhaled deeply and coughed along as she tried to catch her breath. Tears were hanging around her eyes as a result of the choking.

She coughed slightly and breathed heavily and in the process, she felt a different taste on her tongue – something thick and salty.

She couldn’t exactly tell what it was, but she gulped it down.

Khalid reached for her hair again and pushed her forward and her heart skipped.

Oh!? He was going to do it again. He was doing it again.

She closed her eyes as her lips were made to cover him, taking him deeper into her mouth.

Again, it reached the back of her throat but this time around, she was able to hold her breath much longer.

She shut her eyes tight and prayed earnestly for him to release her. She was losing her breath.

She felt something hot pour into her mouth and he finally released her, drawing her out by the hair.

Like the first time, she exhaled deeply and coughed, trying to catch her breath.

The thick salty substance seemed much on her tongue this time around and not knowing what to do with it, she gulped it down.

“Stand up” Khalid said as he turned away from her.
She staggered on her feet.

“Go to the table and take down your dress”. Another command.

Octavia shivered a bit as she headed for the table. She stood in front of it and pulled down her trouser and p*nt like he said.

Khalid was already arouse and without wasting time, he went straight to her and made her bend over on the table.

He searched for her hole with his d’ck and when he found it, pushed it in with a hungrily mighty force.

“Ah!” Octavia winced. She wasn’t expecting it.

Khalid gripped her hair and began thrusting in and out of her, almost grunting with every move.

Octavia held onto the table tight, her whimpers almost turning into cries.

She felt pains, pains mixed with a little of something else – but the pains were clouding whatever it was.

The table shook as Khalid pounded earnestly into her.

He moved his right hand to her chest and grabbed her small b*bs, giving them a small squeeze and her nipple a light pinch.

Octavia cried out and pushed her head downwards, making her hair spill over her face.

He was so big, and with each thrust he took, she felt it.

Her warm tight hole was already adjusting to him, but they still brought her so much pains.

Khalid groaned and yanked her hair back, forcing her head up from the table.

“Uh…!” She moaned out, her eyes shut.

She marveled at his speed and strength. Was it just him or was every guy this strong and fast in bed?

Her moans filled the room and behind the echoes of the moan, came the Master’s grunt.

He suddenly seized and gritted his teeth as he froze into her.

Octavia could feel it – the hot liquid.

A few seconds passed with the still position and finally, he pulled out and moved away from her.

“You should leave” his voice was a little husky as he pulled his trouser up and walked into the bathroom.

Octavia was a little weak and almost found it impossible leaving the table.

She took in deep breaths and gathering enough strength, moved away from it.

She wore her clothes back on and taking a glance at the shut door of the bathroom, she turned around and left.
To Be Continued… . . . .