WHORE LIKE ATTITUDE
Fiona looked down and gazed into his eyes as his lips came crashing down hard on hers.
Fiona was damn horny so is Khalid.
He wanted to fuck her raw and deep, he wanted to fuck her throughout the week until the following week, if he could really have her to himself by her own will.
He wanted and wished for the day she would give herself to him willingly, not because he pays her to do so, but because she feels what he feels for her.
"If you are thinking, then it means I ain't doing a good one on you", Fiona slurred her words.
"Damn I ain't thinking, I just want you so deep and raw, I want to fuck you so hard", he said with his lips mere inches away from hers as they both looked at each other with eyes heavily lidded with desire, lust and a strange feeling consuming both of them, which they had no particular word to ascribe the feelings to.
A feeling that is old but so new to both of them, a feeling that both of them want so deeply but yet don't know how to come about it.
He raised himself up slightly forward as he carried her, Fiona wrapped her hands around his neck to hold him to herself and keep her stance. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, their both thighs were do intimately close together that Fiona could feel the little patch of the hair on his thighs against her well shaved part.
He carried her out of the bathroom striding to his bed with measured but purposeful steps. He was about to place her on the bed when she slide her legs slowly down from his.
"You want me?, if you so want me, you won't be taking me to your bed, let's fuck, if that is what you want then I am in for it. I ain't a poor virgin girl who is about to be taken to bed by her first love, I am Fiona the whore who you can't help yourself with whenever you're around", she sighed, words said painfully, sobs hung in her throat but won't be taken out.
Fiona knows how strong she is, she won't ever break down, not ever in front of a man. A man she doesn't even know if he worths her feelings, sorrows, pains.
"Over the few years I had worked as a whore, a prostitute, a cheap lady whichever you would call me, which I don't expect you to. I had learnt so many styles, techniques to pleasure a man and I won't mind sharing you some of the skills I have learnt all the way. Maybe when I'm done with you, you could tell me how good I am with a percentage score, I could have so many clients you know?", Fiona continued.
Khalid raised a brow over her last statement, he was done with her words, he was bored with the discussion, he really was sure with himself that even though he sure is ready to tell her how he felt, the young lady won't ever be ready to hear him out and he isn't ready to face her total and painful rejection.
"You really won't be making much clients you know, all your skills I know, and non of them would entice more clients for you", he said with a stiff tone.
"You know I really don't have to go on my knees to let them know, you see how many men gawk over me whenever I pass by, at least I know you hear the rumors and talks about me, I could also be an international one for crying out loud", Fiona gave out an hysterical laughter.
"That's why I would be telling MAMA, that you won't be serving public needs, for crying out loud Fiona, you never ever did that, would you start doing that now?", Khalid questioned.
"Hey... are you about to judge me or what?, I just hope it isn't what you're trying to do?, It's only I that gets to call myself a whore, it's only I that gets to turn my tables you can't and won't do that unless I would show you the whore side of me", Fiona bellowed, her voice getting thick with emotions and louder.
"Tell me if there is any whore side of you I haven't seen let me also subscribe to that!!", He said, he immediately cautioned himself seeing how her demeanor turned from rage to being quiet and still.
Fiona went to her crotchet teddy and matching stockings that laid on the floor, she wanted to pick it up, but on a second thought she decided to leave it there.
"Something to keep him badly and highly turned on", she thought. She went to her handbag, she had earlier came along with an extra g-string lacy pant, knowing how bad the condition of the one she had worn earlier to his house would be.
She went over to her split jacket which hung on the stool, where she had seen Khalid sit on when she came inside his room.
She put on her g-string lacy pant, with her back facing Khalid giving him a sumptuous view of her fair skinned and rounded ass. Right now she just felt so pissed off about everything that had happened, especially letting him affect her that much.
Once she had worn her pant, she took the splitted jacket and put it on, parked her hair in a ponytail style, brought out her lip gloss and applied a generous quantity on her lips.
Khalid watched and stared looking at her as she dressed up to leave his room, No, No. He won't let her leave his room and his house looking like that.
She picked her handbag, turned around to give him a final glance, she could see the horrible look on his face.
"Your face reveals a lot you know, speak out, I thought men are trained and taught to conceal their emotions, what is it, don't tell me you're going to miss your personal whore, it's so quick to start missing me, I ain't off already, Or wait... the dress just doesn't look good?", Fiona asked him as she kept taunting and making him annoyed by her questions and words.
"Where are you going to looking like that, do you think I would let you leave here looking like that, you won't be leaving here without looking modestly dressed, or else", he barked.
"Or else what?, what would happen?, You would lock me up?, See it's not easy getting to stay a whole week and not getting fucked or being fucked, you understand right, I am a whore and also a very horny one at that. I suppose I don't need to keep reminding you that I am a whore right?. Now be a good big guy and stay out of my way, don't push me to the wall, and do have a nice day, whenever you need me you really know what to do, you have my hotline, you could always holla me you know?", She said with a smirk written all over her face.
She walked towards him and gave him a soft but firm peck on his face. She left him gobsmacked, She keeps giving him thoughts to ponder on.
He grabbed her left wrist and turned her towards him, "I would give you a ride back home, or you could stay here, if you won't stay in my room, I would be okay with that, you could stay in the guestroom or the room opposite mine, but please let me order something modest for you to put on", he pleaded.
"I was thinking your driver would take me back, but on second thoughts, I would love to enjoy the chilly and arid air of Al Zayed, so you really don't need to worry much", she stated.
"Why are you acting this way?, Is something wrong?, I could correct it you know, Just let me get in, please, trust me a bit", he beckoned.
"Damn, I really have been patient with you, get your hands off me, the session is over, now lover-boy, I would get going", she snapped as she slapped his hands off hers.
"I don't like being tough, but please...
"And I know you don't want to see the whore side of me, and I'm trying to act cool", she snapped in pure fury.
"When would you be able to open up to me or someone at all?", he asked.
"I would have done so, Insha Allah, I had been working on that and the first time I tried you blew me off, and you expect me to open up to you again like I'm a fool right, it's a one chance stuff, you're pissing me off right now, get the hell outta my way, I need to get out of here", she replied.
"Alright, but I'm taking you back", he replied.
"Suite yourself", she replied him and headed to his door.
Immediately she was out of his room, she ran all the way down, not even giving him a minute to put on his clothes.
She reached down and left, ran to the outside gate. Khalid came down only to see her taking hurried steps to leave, he knew he wasn't going to catch up with her when she flagged down a cab which would take her to the estate gate after which she would leave for Noir Lounge.
He knew what he would have done if he really wanted to keep her back, to show her that she could not really flee from him, but he didn't want to cause a scene.
He would let her have a way today, but the very next time he won't give in to her. He thought her act childish, but the fact that she said she would get other clients heightened the surge of anger which had already started building up in him, if it was money she wanted he could give her so many of it, but he would not let her sleep around like a bitch on heat.
Even though she is a whore, she is his personal whore and he won't share her with any other person
He had lots of trust issues and She was ready to break all the barriers he had around him, until he is left bare of all the walls he had built around him like a new born baby.
She had just given him a piece of her but she was damn sure she won't ever let him in again, even if it meant going against Rashid, the Prince of Al Zayed.