Twaci:
I am sorry guys I will not be posting any update tomorrow as I have been busy and might not have the time to type tonight.

Please no vex for me. I will try to make it up to you all.

Thanks

Dis one na oyinbo you dey speak.. Make I enter here tomorrow and not see update.

Nice piece, by the way!

Tori just dey sweet me anyhow.... Twaci you are bae

guess its quite the opposite of what I thought











That woman iyaff turn OMA to a slut










Twaci is bae

nerdfrost:
guess its quite the opposite of what I thought











That woman iyaff turn OMA to a slut










Twaci is bae

Thanks dear ☺️

Good morning.

bibijay123:
Tori just dey sweet me anyhow.... Twaci you are bae

Babe you sef pass me

Thanks darl. Good morning.

discoprophet:


Dis one na oyinbo you dey speak.. Make I enter here tomorrow and not see update.

Nice piece, by the way!

Thanks

Twaci:
Thanks dear ☺️
Good morning.

Good morning Twaci.

Wonderful write up Twaci..Am impressed.

o twaci..may GOD bles watever u r buzy wit...dis tori no b here..but i jus wonda how do u manage 2 explain it in a way dat even a virgin lyk me understands?..twaci chop knuckle jare

bibijay123:
Tori just dey sweet me anyhow.... Twaci you are bae

LOOK HU'S HERE..anoda amazin writer

No update today??

Twaci...... Wera u now

blessedvisky:
No update today??

Tastemoney:
Twaci...... Wera u now

I am sorry

Nawa o, so no show today abi

Twaci! Make sure you update atleast a post before night falls, plz.

Twaci:


I am sorry

No qualms ....after all u gave double doses in the last update....... Jst try and quadruple the next update

Twaci:
I think you have got me confused with someone

u look like oma 4rm ur description of her

please enough of you guys saying the girl Oma is the Op. You guys are putting moral pressure on her already and in turn will make her scale down on the quality of the story

Nice story u got here twaci...

Chapter five

I came out of the bathroom, a towel tied to my chest and saw my husband on the bed. He sat with a laptop on his laps and stared at something that had all his attention. He looked up as I crossed over to the closet and smiled. "You look fatter. How is that possible when I have just been gone for a month?"

I smiled back at him as I opened the closet. "Esther has been taking good care of me and I rarely do anything but eat, sleep and eat some more. Why won't I get fat?"

He laughed and looked at the laptop screen again. I noticed the apple logo on the laptop and realized that it was very much like the one he had gotten for me, just that mine was pink. It has been over a week my husband had returned and everything had gone back to its normal place. I had restricted most of my crazy activities and had tried to act like the same little girl he had left behind, but that wasn't easy. What was gone, was gone and the old Oma was no more.

I still met with Cassie, but the meetings were not the same, unlike when my husband was away. They were brief and I made sure I was home before my husband would be back. Another change I noticed was that the closer I got to Cassie, the distance between the maids and I grew wider and I became bolder around my husband.

I pulled out a black gown from the closet and walked over to the mirrored drawer to apply my body lotion. I noticed my husband stared at me. Since he had returned, we had not had sex and though I felt that was for the best, I knew I couldn't escape it forever.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I applied the cream on my arms.

He placed his laptop on the table and stood up. "Don't I look okay?"

I smiled, my heart raced as he came closer. "I-I don't know. I-you have been looking at me-"

He held me from the back. "And am I not supposed to look at my wife? Is it a crime?"

"No, it's not."

He smiled at me through the mirror as he wrapped his hands closer round me. His body felt quite hard behind me and made me uneasy, it reminded me of Jack. I looked away from the mirror to look at my towel, his hold had loosened the knot that held it up.

He kissed my shoulders. "I have missed you."

Here we go, I thought and faked a laugh. "And I too dear."

He smiled at my response and continued with the soft kisses. He traced a path from my shoulder to my neck and bit it in imitation of a wild animal. It made me laugh and I tried to wiggle free but his hold didn't weaken. He turned me to face him and tugged at my towel. "This is getting in my way."

The towel fell off and I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around me. His eyes went from my face to my breasts and he cupped them. "These babies, hope they yearn for me as I do for them?"

I laughed again, quite nervous under his stare. "Yes, they do."

"Good." He said and bent to kiss them. He rolled his tongue over a nipple and bit it slowly. I sighed as a slight wave of excitement swept through me and arched into him. He was good with his mouth. I remembered the couple I had met at Cassie's and how the guy had toyed with her breasts and this picture coupled with what my husband did to me made weak. There came that hunger again.

He slowly slid down to his knees and kissed my stomach. He toyed with my navel and continued down. My legs weakened and I had to lean on the drawer to hold myself up. I loved what he did with his tongue, the way he licked me made me shaky with want. Then he held my legs up, propped them on his shoulders and I had to fall back completely on the drawer. The cosmetics on the drawer fell off but I didn't mind, I didn't care, not when I felt his breath on my moist centre.

When he bit down gently on my clït I gasped in shock as I did not expect it and pushed further into his mouth as his tongue probed further in. It was quite an ecstatic feeling. The realization that we were that crazy, on the drawer, with the door unlocked and the windows wide open made the experience different. I felt naughty, fearless, slütty even but this didn't matter as I was all these with my husband. I cried as I felt my body quake in anticipation of an orgasm and held his head closer. The way his tongue stroked me, the way he held me, the ferocity and madness at which he sucked me threw me over the edge and I moaned as a wild climax cruised through me. I was breathless but I made it, I was weak but I was satiated.

He kissed my throbbing core and looked up with a smile. "Did you like it?"

"Yes. Yes I did." I said breathlessly.

"Good," He said and stood from his kneeling position. "Because I am going to make it way better for you."

"Better?" How was that possible? I thought as he kissed me and walked to the closet.

He pulled out a bag he had returned with and opened it. "I bought somethings to spice our sèx up and I know you would like it."

"Really?" I asked and watched in curiosity as he pulled out a smaller bag and opened it.

I frowned when he brought out pink feathered handcuffs, a blindfold, something else that looked like clips and a leather whip that made my heart stop. My body went cold as he smiled at me, the pleasure was gone, the want had disappeared and all that was left was morbid fear.

"So? What do you think?" He asked.

"I-I don't know. They - they look quite uncomfortable."

He laughed. "And how would you know this if you have not tried them before? They are not bad as they look. They are quite better than my hands if you think about it."

I remembered the way he had choked me the last time and rubbed my throat. "I-I don't know if I will like them."

"Don't worry," he assured and walked close. I tried to move back but the drawer behind me stopped me. "You will love it. I can assure you of that."

I gulped.

"Come on! Don't be cold. It will be fun!"

He led me to the bed and asked me to lie face down. I did reluctantly and watched in fear as he cuffed my hands and legs to the bedpost. He tapped my asś, an attempt at a humor and I smiled.

"It will be fun." He repeated and reached for the whip.

My heart pounded and I felt my body taut in anticipation. I was going to die, I was sure of it. He unfolded the whip delicately, like a child with a present and smiled. "Beautiful."

He looked at me. "Ready?"

I closed my eyes. Dear God, forgive me all my sins as....


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"What do you want?"

I was sure my reply scared the person who had knocked on the door but didn't care. I wanted to be alone. A week had passed after my husband had whipped the hell out of me in the name of sexual perversion and I still felt terrible. As usual he had stayed away after and I had not seen him since then, not that I wanted to anyway.

"Ma, you have a visitor."

It was Esther.

I knew the visitor would be none other than Cassie as I had refused to pick her calls, I knew I couldn't face her in the condition I was in. But to be sure, I asked. "Who is it?"

"Mrs. Cassandra, your friend."

I knew I still couldn't see her. I didn't want her to look at me and see the scarred little girl I had become. "Tell her I am not in."

I heard nothing for a while and presumed Esther had gone but was wrong. The knock came again, harder this time.

"Esther tell her I am not here!" I yelled impatiently.

"Really? Is that how you plan to dismiss me?"

I startled, Cassie was at my door. With a frown I quickly threw on a robe to hide the scars and rushed to the mirror to check my appearance. I looked like a mess.

"Open this door Oma." I heard her call out. "I am not going anywhere till you tell me what the hell is going on."

I tried to smoothen my hair but it still looked like a disaster, so I took a scarf from the closet and tied my hair. I held the robe around me and went to the door. "Cassie look-"

"Don't talk to me till you open this door."

I sighed and unlocked it. I opened the door to see a very beautiful but angry Cassie. She seemed to look younger each passing day.

"What in the name of the angels happened to you?!" She gasped. "You look like a zombie!"

I touched my cheek, was that how bad I looked?

"Say something!"

With a sigh I turned back into the room and she followed. She closed the door behind her and watched me till I sat on the bed. "So? Are you going to say something Oma?"

I opened my mouth to talk but clamped them shut when I felt my emotions rush up to choke me. My eyes felt quite hot and my back itched and all I wanted to do was crawl under the bed and cry. I cleared my throat and began slowly, "My husband..." My voice trailed off.

She looked confused then slowly widened her eyes. She rushed over to sit beside me. "He found out about Jack?!"

I frowned and shook my head. "No."

"Then what? Did you guys fight? Or did he beat you?"

I swallowed. "We didn't fight."

"Then he beat you." She whispered. "Right?"

I nodded, my eyes wet with tears.

"Why?" She asked quite concerned. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." I said as tears rolled down my eyes. "I-I-he just likes it, you know-"

"Your husband likes beating you for no reason?!"

I wiped my tears and sniffed. "He just said that I will like it, but I don't. He likes to hurt me during sex, like BDŚM - he likes-"

Then it dawned on her. She raised her brows. "Ohh! That..."

I nodded again.

Her face brightened up in a slow coy smile and she sighed. "This is - I - I don't know what to say about this hon. Have you tried talking to him? Told him you don't like it?"

"He knows." I replied simply.

"Are you sure of that?"

"Yes. After everything he tries to apologize with gifts and all." I explained and pointed to the gift bag on the mirror drawer. I had not touched it since Bisi had kept it there and really had no interest in it. What was the use when he would just do the same thing all over again?

Cassie sighed again. "And have you tried having sex with him your own way? Like without the bdśm thingy?"

"He never lets me do anything. All he does is hit me."

"Are you saying he has never made you feel like a woman? No orgasms?"

I remembered how his tongue had stroked me. "He makes me cüm first by giving me head then turns to a monster."

She nodded. "Ohh, he gives you pleasure first then go for his..."

"Yes." I didn't really know how I had felt comfortable discussing these things with Cassie. She in turn was a good listener and as it turned out, a very bad adviser.

"Ok, there is something you can do about this," she started after a while. "You say he is into bdśm and from your description, he likes being the Dom and you, the submissive, right?"

"Yes." I replied with a nod.

She smiled. "You can try to switch roles, you know. The same bdśm but you be the Dom and he, the submissive."

I looked at her like she had gone mad. "I should flog him instead? How is that even possible?"

She shrugged. "There are female doms, you can try it out."

I laughed. "No, I don't think I can. He's far older and stronger than I am and - it's just not possible!"

She pursed her lips and looked at me for another minute. "Okay, what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know, I don't really have a choice here. I will just have to take it as it is."

I could tell she felt sorry for me.

"Sure about that? It won't be easy."

"I know." I was resigned to my fate.

"You know," she began and looked around the room. "Being in here all the time - don't you get bored? Or crazy? I mean-" she laughed. "-I would definitely go bananas if i was confined to a lifestyle like yours."

I smiled. "I don't have a choice here."

She glared at me. "Not in this one. You can't just stay in here all day! What do you do sef? Sit hear and watch tv?"

I sighed. "What else can I do?"

"Tell him you want to start something, anything! He is rich for godsake and can get you anything you want! A supermarket, a boutique even a hotel! Anything to keep you out of this house."

I looked at the room. She was right, I had to say something. The house had started to suffocate me. "Okay, I will talk to him."

"Good for you!" She said and stood up. "Meanwhile, let me take you out for a treat. Ice cream?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I can't leave the house in this condition. I am a mess."

She nodded with a laugh. "Yeah, you are! And please get that ridiculous scarf off your hair, you look like sister Mary!"

I laughed and removed the scarf.

"Better. As for your look, there's nothing makeup can't fit. Just get out what to wear and I will take care of the rest."

I smiled. What would I do without this crazy lady?

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My husband looked at me curiously as I sat beside him with a smile. I had still not spoken to him and I knew he didn't expect to see me downstairs. I had known that he usually took his dinner at the dining table but had never joined him as my meals were always served in my room. But this evening was different, it was the evening I would tell him what I wanted.

Cassie had earlier shown me how to apply makeup and style my hair, even picked out the outfit I would wear. I knew I looked good.

"Good evening." I said warmly. "How was your day?"

He smiled warily. "Very fine thank you. You look good."

"Thank you." I pushed my hair behind my ear, Cassie had stressed that I did that, why? I didn't know.

He chuckled and turned to his phone, he typed something and dropped it when the maids entered with trays. I looked up to see Dami, turned away when she eyed me.

They served the food and left.

I waited for him to start and watched him as he ate. He looked up and frowned. "Why are you not eating?"

I looked at the food before me, I was hungry but I knew I had to say what I came for first. "I-I want to talk about something first."

He chewed slowly. "Eat, we will talk after the meal."

I noted the strict tone in his voice and obeyed without words. The dinner was a rather quiet one as all that was exchanged were stares. After the meal, I waited patiently for the maids to clear the table and when we were alone, I tried again before he would get distracted by his phone.

"Can we talk now?"

He picked up his phone. "Yeah, let's hear it."

I wished he would just keep the phone and listen to me. "I-I am tired of staying at home."

He looked up. "Tired? I don't understand."

His eyes made me uncomfortable. "I-it's just that staying here, doing nothing - I don't like it anymore. I need to do something or go out, I don't know..."

"Hmm." He thought for a while. "So, what is it that you want? Do you want to go back to school?"

"No. I don't see myself going back there-"

"But you do realize that I can't leave you uneducated. Going back to school should be your first priority-"

"But I don't want to." I argued softly. "Cant I get a private tutor instead?"

He sighed impatiently, I noticed he didn't like when his suggestions weren't followed. "So what do you want?"

"I would like to start up something, a supermarket perhaps."

Silence ensued.

"Ok," he said with a sigh, "If that is what you want."

"Thank you."

"Anything for you."

I was happy, I had gotten to him without any issues and he had agreed to what I wanted. I had not bargained for a private tutor but if that was what was needed to get what i wanted, I had no issues with it. As I made to stand up, he raised a hand and i froze with a slight frown.

"I also want you to learn how to drive, so that you will be able transport yourself whenever you need to go about your business. Is that fine?"

"Yes, it's perfectly fine." I said with a chuckle. It seemed I was getting a car too!

I went upstairs excitedly and reached for my phone. There were missed calls from Cassie and I called her back immediately.

"Hey baby!" She sang from the other side of the phone. "How did it go?"

"He said yes!"

"Ahhhhhhh! That's wonderful!"

I heard a masculine voice in her background ask, "Who is it?"

"It's my friend, Oma." I heard her reply.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"My husband." She whispered. "He just got back from Abuja."

"Oh." No wonder I had never met him. "Okay say hi to him for me."

"I will. But girl we need to celebrate! When are you getting it?"

"He didn't say."

"Hm-okay, it's better than nothing. Let's be hopeful."

"Yeah, we should."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up. As I made to keep my phone on the table, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I walked up to it and stared at the lady that stared back. I looked totally different. The child Omalicha was gone and was replaced by a prettier and more sophisticated woman that had fire in her eyes. The makeup made me look bold and concealed every scar of the past. No one could see me, no one could see my past. I reached out and touched the mirror with a slow smile, I loved the Oma before me.

Three months later and it was my seventeenth birthday. There was no party, my husband claimed he was busy with office work, but he gave me two keys amongst other gifts.

One was the key to a red Chevrolet Camaro convertible and the other, well, I became the owner of Sapphire's supermarket.

The supermarket was the best thing that had happened to me and I was ever grateful to Cassie for pushing me. I rarely stayed at home as I saw the market as my second home and came back only when it was closed or the situation was urgent. Cassie was as excited as I was about the market and dropped in at all times to hang out and shop. She referred most of her clients to my shop and helped me built my customer base, she was a resourceful friend. Though I knew little about her marriage and husband, I was aware that her husband was quite older than she was and was very sick. A sickness that made him travel at all times for treatments outside the state and country. I never met the man.

As for my husband, after he had handed the reins of the market to me, he stepped back to watch me control it and I made sure not to disappoint him.

Though I was seventeen, I tried not to look so as I used makeup and dressed well to pass off as an older person. People bought it and no one ever questioned my authority, not the staff nor did the customers.

True to Seun's words, I got a private tutor, her name was Mrs. Lola, and she coached me in almost everything. We had started from the basics then later moved at bit higher and more inclined to Accounting. I had no issues with Accounting, it helped me sort out my business problems with ease.

In terms of my sëx life, I still tolerated my husband's perversions. Many a times he had injured and had me bedridden for days, still I got used to it, I had no choice. As for the matter of children, I did not know how but I couldn't conceive. Not once did I miss my period and I concluded that it was my husband's fault because he really never seemed to mind neither did he complain.

To satisfy my sexual urges, I had to attach myself to Jack. Not that we dated, but he was the only one that I could open up to fully and damn! He knew how to make a woman want more. It was quite sad that it all had to do with how good my pay was.

I felt my life was perfect.

One afternoon I came down with slight headaches and had to go home very early to rest. I had taken up the business with so much seriousness and rarely rested, so I felt the break down was normal and it was something a day of rest would solve. Since I was under eighteen and did not have a license, I had a driver - a female driver. I guess my husband really did have a little bit of trust issues when it came to me.

I rubbed my temples as my driver drove inside the compound, it really felt like it was going to blow. As I made to come down from the car, my phone beeped and I unlocked it to see that it was a text from Cassie. She wanted to know how I fared. I replied, "I am home now, want to sleep," and came down.

"Madam good afternoon!" Audu the gateman greeted and I nodded.

I went into the house, told Esther I wanted medications for headaches and hastened to my room. The headaches had gotten worse and my knees felt very weak and the soft bed seemed to be all I yearned for. When I got to my room, I made to open it, then stopped.

I listened closely.

There were people in my room and this was not right as my husband had gone to work. The noise in the room sounded suspicious and I had to put my ear on the door to make out what happened inside. I frowned when I heard my husband's voice and made to turn the knob when I heard another voice. It was a female voice.

What were they doing?

Gently and quietly as possible, I turned the knob and opened the door a little to peep in. I didn't want to intrude. My knees almost gave way under my numb body as I saw what happened. I stifled a shout. The female voice I had heard was Damilola's and my husband's head was planted between her legs.

I watched as my anger built up. The shameless girl was on my bed, her legs as wide as they could go, her moans quite loud as she pushed my husband's head deeper into her. I wanted to enter, barge in on them and see what they would do, what my husband would do. My chest had tightened up and I tried to relax it with deep breaths. It was nothing, I said to myself. I had done same with Jack and it didn't matter that Seun did same, it was the fücked up karma's game. If sleeping with the maids kept him satisfied and away from me, it was fine with me.

With a sigh, I tried to close the door and my eyes met with Damilola, she had seen me. What I had expected was that she would push my husband away in shock and show some sign of remorse but that didn't happen. She smiled at me, a vengeful smile and moaned louder, "Oga yes! Yes! Suck me like you suck your wife!"

The slüt! I made to go in but something stopped me again. A light of realization dawned on me and a slow smile spread on my face. Damilola felt she could punish me for leaving her by sleeping with my husband, by eating what I ate. My smile broadened, the question then was; what did I eat? I shook my head, whatever she would get, she deserved. Let her enjoy her revenge to the fullest.

I watched as my husband stood up and asked her if she was ready. The śtupid girl screamed yes and tried to pull him closer but my husband drew back and asked her to turn. She did in obedience and turned to smile at me as she said, "Oga fück me like you fück your wife! Fück me hard!"

Oh you will surely get fücked, I thought as I saw my husband pull out the small bag where he kept his sex tools. Then he brought out the handcuffs and whip and went back to her. I saw the fear on her face when she saw what my husband held. I knew I should step in and stop everything as a good person but I didn't want to be good, being evil was way fun.

"Oga-" she began in fear and tried to stand but he pushed her down.

"Stay down and don't move again." He commanded in a strict tone.

She muffled a cry as he cuffed her to the bed and turned to look at me with pleading eyes. Please help me, they said. I laughed and mouthed "Enjoy" to her as I saw my husband raise the whip.

I closed the door slowly and chuckled when I heard her scream in pain. She begged my husband to stop but I knew he wouldn't, not till he had had his fill. I didn't want to disturb them and wanted no one else to.

Just then I saw Bisi come towards me from the stairs with a tray that held water and meds, for me I guess. I left the door and walked up to her, I didn't want her near the door. "Bisi what are those?" I asked.

"Esther said I should bring it to you for the headaches."

I heard another cry. "Okay take it downstairs to the guest room. I will be with you soon."

"The guest room? What happened to your room?" She asked concerned.

"I-" I began but winced when another cry, louder than the firsts, ripped the air. Bisi dropped the tray in shock.

"What's going on ma?!" She gasped, her face pale.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. "Get the tray and let's go downstairs."

"But ma there is a-"

"I know," I cut in. "Now pick up the tray and let's go."

She looked at me with a weird look on her face and bent to retrieve the things that had fallen from her hands. The cries came again and Bisi stopped. "Ma is that Dami?"

I smiled mischievously. "Yes."

"What's happening to her?" She asked in alarm.

"She will be fine." I said with a laugh.

Reluctantly she packed up the tray and went downstairs.

Still another cry....

I felt better already.

Oma now don get mind.... anyways; nice updates ma'am .... hoping for more

Dami...
O Dami...
You wanted it the way your madam used to get it...

O Dami...
Now you have got it...

Twaci, well done. You're really good 100%.

I love this update... Oma don mature by force.... And as for the maid, that one wan chop where madam dey chop hehehehehe.


Beautiful piece Twaci

Good work

this part and update is real fun. To all my enemies this Dami treatment is waiting for you. I can't laugh

i love d line- fvck me lyk u fvck ur wife...karma is a b*tch and i wish d b*tch is beautiful...some pple long to b in other pple's position not knwing d price they pay or are paying...twaci nyc write up..u r wondaful

I am enjoying this. Twaci, good imagination and strong write up.

But, we readers we do much enjoy reading, that we forget to 'like' it.. . .

3 gbosa !!! to Twacioma...

This is cwazy boy!!!

The second update got me laughing so hard, my brother thought i was going crazy.

Karma is truly a bi-atch...
Oma is beginning to be a mini-cassie(still don't trust her). and i like it



Twaci ooh..this is better than grey...it has substance.

Keep it up

Hmmm! Twaci yaf gat me coming to NL everyday now, thought my NL addiction was cured, buh Twaci is getting me addicted again ooo.

Thumbs up.