Chained To The Bed By My Sadistic Alpha

“There’s a party on Banana Island tonight, and some wealthy men will be there. Would you like to come? I think you should, babe, because these guys are rich!” Ada suggested that evening.

I was at a loss for words as I considered the advantages of going there.

“Do I have to sleep with any of the men there?” I asked in a naive tone.

“Ahnahn babe, what type of question is that? You’re not a child, and you shouldn’t expect me to coach you on these matters since you’re not a virgin.”

She mocked.

I wanted to forget my hand on her unattractive face, but I had to consider the shelter she provided.

“Okay, I’m in. What are we wearing?”

I replied enthusiastically.

***

When we finally arrived at the party, I understood just how extravagant it was. There were fancy cars, well-dressed men, beautiful homes, and sophisticated people everywhere. I was glad that I had dressed up nicely. I wore a mini skirt that revealed a bit of my bum and a shimmering, see-through white top, and I had done my makeup quite well.

If the men chose to see me as a slut, I preferred to be seen as a pricey one.

The party was hosted at a spacious house in the neighborhood that had a pool. I didn’t bring a bikini, but that didn’t bother me since I couldn’t swim anyway.

“Hi.” A voice called out beside me. It was masculine, sexy, and arousing…

“Hi,” I said right back.

“How much are you worth?”

“Excuse me?!” I became visibly offended.

“I asked how much you’re worth.”

He repeated.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. Do I look like a slut to you?”

“Yes. Yes, you do. Now, how much are you worth?”

I was flabbergasted. The audacity of the man left me speechless. After contemplating for what seemed like a minute, I fired on.

“I’m worth $800 a night, and this excludes every display of affection.”

“You’re cheap; you should get your rates up.” He said, unfiltered. “I’ll pay you $1500.”

Again, I was flabbergasted. This man was something else…

“I leave in ten minutes. As soon as the chauffeur gets here, I want you to come with me to the hotel.” He added.

Which kind wahala be this? Abi them send this one ni?

“Which hotel? Will I be sleeping over?”

“You’ll see when we get there. Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapping you.” He grinned.

“You know, just because you say it doesn’t make it true. Am I sleeping over?” I asked again.

“Yes, you are. If you want extra pay, that’s fine. But if you wish to leave at any time, be my guest.”

I wondered what he was up to and didn’t hesitate to keep Ada updated…

“Ehn, babe, follow am go house na, abi you don ever make $1500 before? No dull yourself o.”

That was all she had to say to me.

What a friend!

When the driver arrived, I bid Ada goodbye as I got into the car with a stranger who also turned out to be my expensive client.

I couldn't decide which was funnier: going to a hotel to have sex with a strange white man or resorting to prostitution to support myself. Either way, I realized that I had to use what I had to get what I wanted.

We arrived at his hotel room, and I was immediately hit with the sweet smell of lavender. Everything about the room smelled expensive. I wanted to squeak like an excited little mouse, but I had to hold myself back, maintaining the classy composure I was trying to project.

“Here are the rules: we won’t share our names, you are not permitted to steal from me, you must follow my instructions, and once everything is finished, you will leave as if none of this ever happened.” He finished.

He couldn’t possibly be serious.

“Is this how you treat women?” I gathered the courage to challenge him.

“Do I offend you?”

“Matter of fact, yes. I’ll have you know that I’m not professionally a whore; I chose to do this… only for tonight.” I shot at him.

“I see.” He paused, taking a look at me. His eyes searched my body thoroughly, and I stood there feeling uncomfortable.

As crazy as the entire situation seemed, I still found him irresistible.

“Take off your clothes now!” He ordered.

Shaken with a kick of vitality, I found myself pulling down my skirt, but when I tried to take off my top, my hands felt reluctant.

“Don’t make me repeat myself!” He cautioned.

Ugh!!! 

There was something sexy about this man, even though I found it hard to admit. Within seconds, I was finally bare. I stood there shy, eyes to the ground, while my hands tried to cover my privates. He stood right in front of me… admiring.

There was a way his eyes searched my body that made me uneasy. I wondered if I measured up to the women he’d been with.

“Get on your knees!” He ordered.

As soon as I obeyed, I saw him walking away and returning instantly with a pair of cuffs.

Panicked, I jumped to my feet.

“What are you trying to do? Are you a police officer?”

He was visibly surprised and laughed at my ignorance.

“What’s funny? I asked you a question. Are you trying to arrest me for this?”

I said, keeping a stern face. I began contemplating whether or not I should fly out through the window.

“Relax, it’s not what you think.” He paused, looking suspiciously at me. “Wait! Don’t tell me you don’t know what this is?”

“Are you okay?” I said in an irritated, Nigerian accent, “Why would I be acting like this if I know otherwise?” I shot back. “Oga abeg tell me if you be police no dey whine me,” I murmured.

He was quiet for a moment…

“No, I’m not a cop, and I’m not going to arrest you.” He began, “Apparently, this is another element of sex you haven’t experienced before. It only requires me to chain you to the bed and do whatever I want with you.”

“What does that even mean… “whatever”?” I pressed on.

“Anything that’s still within the sexual realm. Don’t worry, I won’t cause you any real harm.” He assured me.

I wasn’t convinced, but something inside of me was edging me on to give it a try.

What’s the worst thing that can happen, right?

These Oyibo people sef

“Alright fine, I’ll do it. But you have to be gentle.” I said to him,

“Can’t promise anything.”

He replied. His response made my heart skip a beat…

I proceeded to lie on the bed, spreading my arms and legs as instructed. I felt weird about it and somewhat ashamed of my nudity.

What if he were assessing me?

First, he started with my legs, caressing them while cuffing them in turns.

Next, he got to my hands and crossed them together before cuffing them too. My heart sprinted in anticipation.

Lord, please protect my vagina from this man.

I said a little prayer in my head.

He stood up, went behind the bed, pressed a switch on the wall, and a large mirror popped out from the side of the room, facing me.

“What are you up to, psycho?”

I yelled at him.

He smacked me hard on the face…

“The moment I restrained you, we ceased to be equals. You don’t talk until I ask you to, and you don’t cuss at me; else, you’d get punished. I want you to look straight into the mirror while I fuck the shit out of you.” He paused, taking a wild look at me. “Do you have any more questions?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl!”

He gagged me up and used a feather to arouse the hairs on my body. He’d move from my neck down to my navel and my waistline up to my nipples. Every touch of temptation drew me closer and closer to wanting to grab him. He knew exactly how to elate my senses. Each time my body moved to the rhythm of the feel of the feather, he would stroke my breasts.

It was a bittersweet feeling…

I wanted anything he could offer.

He climbed on top of me, and his breathing against my chest was intoxicating.

When he put his tongue on my nipples, it was ecstatic. He bit them in slow but hard successions, and I couldn't help moaning in delight. He continued exploring my body while my body craved more.

He slipped something inside of me, and I shook like an eruptive volcano.

“W-wh-what’s that?”

I managed to say, breathlessly.

He didn't hesitate to use a whip on me. It hurt like crazy… but crazy was I who found it arousing nonetheless.

“What did I say about not talking until I say so?”

He reminded. I nodded my head apologetically.

“You don't need to know… you should just feel it.” He ruled.

The rest, as they say, is history. A night designed to test my boundaries to see how much I could endure…