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43. PUSSYWHIPPED.

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ELOKA'S P.O.V:

That night didn't just stop there. No, no it didn't. How the fuck could it when she was a walking temptation? And I was only a man who truly had no choice. Although she loved to pretend she was repulsed by me, her eyes never failed in telling a different story. Obsession would be the perfect term to use and describe what I had for that pesky little dog called Biboere. She made me do things that on a normal day I would never even daydream of doing so.

My usual way of reacting to things or people when I was enraged was to punch them in the face till they grew unconscious. Biboere seemed to make it her mission to infuriate the shit out of me. But there was no fucking way that I was going to do to her what I did to others. I rather slit all the veins in my body than lay a finger on her tender skin. That didn't mean I didn't have other ways of teaching her a lesson. Of course I did. My lessons or should I say punishments were always very creative. For example, just like now.

I tapped the plus button that was on the little black remote in my hands. Being the evil human being I was, I cranked it all the way up from four to seven before putting it back in my pocket and acted like nothing just happened.

"AHH—! MMM." Her right palm instantaneously slapped her lips shut as sweat trickled down her temples. I should feel bad, but I was more than enjoying this.

"Are you okay, Bibo? You sound like you're in pain." My little sister looked up at her as both of them sat in the dinning table, trying to finish up their individual school work.

"Totally f—fine." A weak and pathetic smile crawled up her lips and she subtly sent a glare to where I was in the living room. I didn't hesitate to smirk at her. Good. "I just need water." Her legs shot her up her seat and proceeded to walk to the kitchen. But before even reaching the door, I increased the speed again. Gone was her balance, but luckily, she caught the wall on time.

"Bibo?" Zikora was horrified.

I held back a snicker as I finally reduced the speed. But it wasn't like that would even be better. There was a vibrator in her pussy. It was inserted there this morning after she allowed Olamide to hug again for the nth time. She thought I had been joking about this, but I was damn serious. I normally never used sex toys with other girls, but Biboere was testing my patience with a LOT of things.

I had always known I had a high sex drive, but it had hit a whole new level recently because of her. It was crazy I had not fucked her yet. There was something about taking it slow and exploring every nook and cranny of her body that made my blood thirst for, rather than just getting into the action just like that.

There were times when I would deliberately sit near her during luncheons with everyone so as to have the access to finger her as she smiled with my sister or bickered with her cousin. Obviously she always became mute and occasionally choked on her food, but I knew she loved the thrill. Although everyone was aware that there was some sort of funny business happening between us, they all sensibly chose to mind their business. Everyone except that bastard called Olamide.

It was crazy how we had somewhat civil conversations when were alone. But the minute we were in their presence, we automatically turned to cats and dogs. I could still vividly recall a particular Wednesday night when I and Ola were over at her and my sister's place, and I dropped a nearby pencil on the floor. She claimed I did it on purpose after she told everyone to shut the fuck up because the season finale of Real Housewives of Mumbai was going on. I mean I did, but she didn't need to know that. This resulted in a full blown fight between the two of us and Zikora and Olamide were in awe of how things escalated without warning.