C4 I'm Running Late

~Mark~

I blinked furiously like one under the sun. Round ass. Hourglass body. Fresh thighs. This was what I saw at the kitchen when I went to get a glass of water. Whoever knew that this cute-faced girl would have all these hidden beneath all those layers of clothes. I cleared my throat as I made my presence known. She whipped her head around and immediately dropped the glass of milk. It broke and splashed around. She hid her face as she tried to run.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it,” she said hurriedly and was about to bend to pick the shards of glass when I stopped her.

“Don’t!” I thundered. I flinched at my voice. “Let one of the maids clean that up,” I said to her. Although I tried to stop her from hurting herself, I noticed that my deep gruff voice made her confused or anything worse. She was standing, rubbing her hands idly together. She was confused about what to do next. I stared into her face, and she ducked her head. I chuckled a little.

“Mark?” I turned to find Rose behind me.

“Hi Rosie, please can you help her clean this up,” I shifted for her to see the milk that had spilled on the floor. Rosie looked from me to the miserable-looking girl. I didn’t know her name yet or cared to remember it, but I knew it started with an A.

“Alright, Mark. Hope you are good?” she asked, staring into my face. I smiled at her.

“Yes, I am Rosie,” I said before leaving. Rosie was my first nanny before she then became our housekeeper. My father promoted her, and she became in charge of all the pay. I pushed for her pay to be increased, and her children were on scholarship by the company. She had been one of the only people who truly cared for me. I went back to my study with a bottle of water. As I sat, trying to sort through lots of paperwork, I felt tired. Rubbing a hand over my face, I winced when my hands made contact with my lips. I still had a busted lip thanks to my father and his punches. Remembering that incident at the church fueled my anger. I didn’t know who to get angry with, my father or my girl Annabella, who didn’t show up when we were meant to elope. My dad’s men caught me and dragged me all the way to the church. Now I was going to be married to a girl I didn’t even want to know her name. Just as I sat down to concentrate, my mind did a rewind on what I had seen earlier. My supposed wife's body was very curvy, like that of a Coca-Cola bottle. Indeed, she was a great work of art. I could see the size of her boobs but not really well. I assumed how erect her nipples would be or how soft and fresh her thighs would feel under my touch. The things I would do to her, I thought.

I had to shake my head to remove those thoughts as they were slowly clouding my head. I needed a distraction. I picked up the paperwork from work, but it was doing me no good. I still found a way to think about her. Suddenly it clicked. I was going to call my girl or rather my ex, in the sight of my dad. I wondered how she would be coping without me. I rang her up, and she answered immediately.

“Hey baby,” I said, and then I knew she had been crying. I tried to console her, but all my efforts were slowly going to waste.

“Mark, I want to end my life,” she said.

‘Don’t you dare. Don’t you even think about it!” I barked into the phone. After what felt like an hour or so, I managed to calm Annabella down. I began to work.

***

Annabella

The older woman stared at me, and somehow I could see a look of pity flash through her eyes.

“I’m so sorry I broke the glass. I just decided to get myself a glass of milk since I couldn't sleep,” I rambled. She smiled at me as she moved to get the vacuum cleaner.

“Oh please, you don’t have to be sorry; at least everyone has broken a glass in our life. The last one I broke was yesterday,” she said, and I began laughing. If it was her plan to cheer me up, I think it was working.

“What is your name?” she asked after we had laughed.

“Annabella,” I said.

“That is a beautiful name,” Rosie remarked. She introduced herself as well. As we laughed, I suddenly remembered that my surname would go from Swift to Gilbert. I felt sad. Marriage was not on my mind for as long as I can remember, but now look at me. I would soon be someone’s wife.

She helped me move out of that place and made sure I didn’t have another glass of milk before I went to bed. I thanked her and went to bed. She was indeed a kind woman. As I was about to close my door, I peered into the room opposite mine and saw Mark working. Just as if he knew I was staring at him, he looked up, and immediately I shut my door. My heart began to beat fast, and I hoped he didn’t really see me, but who was I kidding. He definitely saw me. Just like in the kitchen, I wondered if he had been staring at me or he just came in and began to talk.

Before I slept, I thought of my grandpa. I hoped he would get well soon, and I hoped the marriage wouldn’t hold.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a pink ceiling. It was beautified with red roses. This is truly beautiful, I thought. I snuggled closer to the pillow. It was not only comfy but also as soft as a feather. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had truly rested my body. I felt like I had gotten enough sleep. Sighing deeply, I looked around. Everywhere was indeed beautiful. This is not home, I thought as I was beginning to get to my senses.

“Annabella?” I heard a soft voice call out to me from outside. When I didn’t move, the knock came again.

“Annabella? Are you awake?” I tried to recognize where I had that voice, but my brain was becoming as dull as a dishwasher. It was when I looked at the chair and saw a white gown on it, then it all came rushing back to me. the wedding, the abduction, my grandpa, Mark. Immediately I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I squirted toothpaste on a new toothbrush I saw in the bathroom in double, then I began brushing my teeth.

“Annabella?” the voice came again. It was Rosie.

“Good morning Rose, I’ll be out in a minute,” I said with the toothpaste foam in my mouth. I jumped into the shower and had the quickest bath I have ever had in a long time. Well, the last time I rushed like this was when I was in high school. I was late for an exam.

“Alright, breakfast is ready. Everyone is waiting, and today Mark will be joining us.” And with that, she left my door. Rosie had justset my heart on fire but had just left like she was unaware of it. At the mention of Mark’s name, I began to sweat in different places. Why was I reacting like this, I asked my troubled heart, but as usual, my heart held not even an answer.

After knowing that Mark would be at the table, I calmed down to get myself a better outfit. I knew he was a horrible person, but I still had to look decent in his sight. As I got dressed, I was confident in myself that I wouldn’t attract him because he already didn’t like me one bit. I ended up wearing an off-shoulder floral gown that flowed to the floor, then I headed out.

When I got to the table, I saw Bryce alone eating. He smiled at me and asked me if I had slept well. I replied that it was okay. He drew in a seat for me, and I sat down, right beside him. Just as I had taken my first bite of the pancakes, I heard footsteps behind me. I immediately turned to find no other one but Mark. He didn’t look happy to see me or his father. He took a seat and muttered a greeting. I stole a look at him and found out that he was scowling. That felt like his normal facial expression. He was just always scowling. I resumed eating, but this time with a fast-dwindling appetite. I stole a glance at him as he tried to sort himself out with the food on the table. I had to agree that indeed Mark was a way good looking up close. He rubbed his eyes, and I could see his lashes. Damn! They were long. Longer than mine too. As I tried to continue my ogling, he immediately turned his eyes on me, and I froze. I looked away immediately.

“Alright, kids, I have to go to the office. Annabella, I hope you will be alright?” Bryce asked as he left the house. I quickly nodded, but my reply got me a snort from Mark. Of course, he didn’t approve of me, but that was the least of my worries. All I needed to do was stay out of Mark’s way for the next 30 days, and on the 31st, I’ll be a free bird. Well, my little peace was suddenly interrupted when I heard Mark say gold digger under his breath. I couldn’t believe it, but I had to behave like I didn’t hear a thing.

He turned his gaze on me, and my heart began to race. “You know, I bet my father must have paid you a shit load of money. So how much did he pay you?” he asked me as he stared at me with a bored expression on his face.

“Don’t call me that, I am not a gold digger,” I said to him. I tried to sound bold, but it looked like it only made him bolder.

“How much was it? huh? 50 million? 100 million?” he asked.

“Mark, stop it,” I said to him. And before I knew it, I was hurled out of my seat and was slammed against a wall. He held me. I tried to leave, but he put his two hands beside my head. He leaned in a bit closer and was in my space.

“Now listen up, girl. It’s a fact that both of us will not be seeing eye to eye around here. So I have rules that you must follow so you leave this place in one piece. Firstly, you dare not call my name. If you must call me, you will have to address me as sir. Secondly, you dare not talk or initiate any conversation with me. Thirdly, you will not enter my bedroom or touch anything that is mine. Fourthly, you will not touch me. Now listen, failure to adhere to these rules will cost you.”

“Cost me?” I croaked.

“It will cost your body. I’ll have the right to own a part of your body and I will do with it whatsoever I want” he said as his eyes roamed my body.

Chapter 5

"What?" I had been rendered almost speechless. Standing so close to him was messing with my head. He smells so good that if I wasn't so scared like a mouse, I’d grab his shirt. It felt like in an instant my life had just taken a very horrific turn. I looked into his eyes. They are the most beautiful I have ever seen, but they are cold. So cold that they hold no emotions in them. I look away when he suddenly stares intently into my eyes.

“I… I don’t understand,” I stammered.

“You heard me, girl. I don’t repeat my words. You know what… Strip,” he said.

"What!?" My heart threatened to leave my body.

“You heard me,” he said with a bored look on his face. “But sir, I…” my eyes on the floor.

“But what? I can’t just see any random part of your body. I need to see the parts that would soon be mine to covet,” he said, looking angrier. It felt like he was losing his patience. Oh my gosh, what was I about to do? I had not finished recovering from what he said earlier. Now he wants me to undress in his presence. I opened my mouth to protest some more, but he beat me to it.

“Girl, I don’t have all the time in the world. Take off the damn clothes,” he cut me off and left me to go to the dinner table.

“You still don’t want to?” he turned. Still that bored expression on his face. I am still holding the hem of my top. I decided that I’ll lift it up when I count to 3 but I always chicken out.

He takes a step towards me, not breaking his stare. I have a strong desire to take a step back but I can’t seem to move my legs because I am behind a wall.

“Do you want someone to help you out of them?” he said as he eyed the exposed flesh of my shoulders and chest. I didn’t say a word and I looked down. I didn’t know that he meant what he had said.

“Mark, are you there?” I heard him say into his phone. Seconds later, I saw men in black, up to ten, rushed to us. My eyes went wide, and I began to cry.

“Now will you take the fucking clothes off?” he asked calmly, like he was asking if I was alright. I nodded my eyes as I cried. On raising my head up, I saw that the men had already gown. Then I began to unzip my dress. The sound of the zipper going down tore through my senses. I shut my eyes as I slowly shed myself of my clothes. The moment I was through, I peeked at him and saw that his pupils were already dilated. I was filled with lust. I heard him suck in a breath like someone who was in pain.

“Take those ones too… the bra and panties,” he said, staring at me. I could see that he was daring me to refuse, but I knew better. I knew that Mark was someone to not be messed with. Slowly but quietly, I unclasped my bra, and it dropped on the floor like a forgotten item. My panties were now next. I looked at Mark and saw that he was staring intently at me. I took in a deep breath and slowly slid them down my legs.

“Fuck,” I heard Mark curse under his breath.

I looked down as I suddenly felt so small naked. Suddenly I felt a presence close by and I looked up to find Mark standing right in front of me. It seemed to me that the white part in his eyes was now dark too. He was staring at me like an angry animal would look at his prey, as he waited to pounce on it. I closed my eyes as I waited for him to unleash his demons on me, but surprisingly none of that happened.

He suddenly touched my stomach slowly. It was like he was scared to touch me. Then he left feather-like touches on my tummy. It was quite ticklish as I tried so hard not to move. The next thing that happened had me gasp. He touched my nipples and slowly caressed my nipple, before he put them in his mouth.

I tried to hold him but I remembered his rule and held the wall. He suckled on my breasts, one after the other, and indeed I felt like I was flying over the moon. I tried to stifle my moans, but it felt like my body was slowly betraying me. Down my body was a place that I didn’t know held much power. It was getting moist by the minute and the tension was making me go crazy.

I let out a small cry as he continued his sweet torture. I couldn’t touch him or call his name. All these added to my pleasure and made it all stifling and long. Then he stopped and stared into my eyes, as if to check the extent of the damage he had done to me. I was already breathing like a hairdryer as I tried to manage the volcano he had built and that was about to explode inside me.

He put his hands on my thigh and I tried to close my legs but he put his legs in between them. I didn’t want him to feel the effect of just what that action had done to me.

“Please Sir, have mercy,” I begged.

“Mercy? — he chuckled — you don’t know me, girl.” The next thing he did had me surprised. He took my right hand and slowly kissed it while staring deep into my eyes. Then he fondled with the zipper of his trousers and he took my hand and with his, I began to feel his length.

My eyes widened at his length. My heart beat fast as I wondered what he was about to do next. He held my hand and looking into my eyes, we began moving our hands up and down, in a pumping motion. Together we massaged his dick and I heard him keep cursing. I could see in his eyes that he was trying so hard not to explode yet. Then he increased our pace. He gripped my hand harder. Our breathing got heavier than before. His moans gradually turned to groans. I could see that he was going to come soon.

His dick at first felt quite soft but now he was rock hard. I stared at his long veiny dick. I marveled at how something could get rock hard by just a touch. Touching him there felt foreign to me but I also felt good on the inside as I saw him moan and groan.

“Ah! fuck!” Mark cursed under his breath.

I looked up to see his eyes closed and also looked immediately to find a warm liquid on my hands. He raised my hands to my lips and kissed it. He smiled at me while he was doing that. It was in that instant my brain came back from the sudden holiday it had gone to.

I suddenly realized that I was standing in front of that one person I should hate. I was then enveloped in a blanket of shame. I hurriedly wore my underwear and covered my other bare body and ran upstairs.

As I ran I could hear a chuckle from Mark. Immediately I got into my room, I shut the door and leaned my head on the door. Mark found it right? I wondered what was funny because he has just awakened inme a being I didn’t know existed.

I remembered I had not really allowed Jared to touch. He said that he would wait. What I didn’t expect is to feel this way by just being touched a bit.

I sat there, trying to go over what had just happened a few minutes ago. I decided to go take a shower because I was feeling suddenly dirty. As I bathed, I took longer, caressing my breasts with the slippery soap. It did wonders to my pussy. Even as I took my birth, I couldn’t get peace. I noticed that there was a growing ache between my legs; I just couldn’t get it to stop.

After I had taken my bath, I sat on my bed and I opened my legs, and there it was. A mold of moist with a growing ache that wouldn’t stop. So I slid my panties down and parted my legs. I put a hand down there, but I noticed it had little or no effect on my throbbing pussy.

I put in the second finger and I gasped out. It was so good. Then I began to move my hands back and forth. I tried to imagine what I would be like if I had a dick in between me, a big dick like that of Mark's. I began to imagine that, I began stroking my clit faster.

The tension was building, and I was gradually making quite some noise. I put my mouth to the pillow to muffle out my moans. It was getting incredibly hot. Then I quickened my pace, and after that, all that tension fell. I came, and I had soaked my panties. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up myself before I crept into bed and immediately dozed off.

I opened my eyes to see the sunlight filter into the room. I reached and covered my face. Turning to my right, I checked the time, and it was 6 am.

Today was a school day, and I had not been in school since this fiasco started. I needed to go back so as not to be left out when we will commence our moot court trials. Also, leaving the house will give me time to be alone with my thoughts as I tried to run away from Mark and his family.

I got into the shower, took my bath quickly, wore my clothes, and left the room. Just as I was about to leave the house, I could see men in black. They were standing beside a car.

“Is that for me?” I thought. Maybe it wasn’t me; maybe they were waiting for someone else. Maybe they were waiting for Bryce, but upon asking the other maids, I was told that Bryce had already left for work.

I told Rosie that I wanted to make a little breakfast for Mark and me. I could see from Rosie’s expression that Mark wasn’t going to take it, but I decided that I was going to do it anyway. I set to work and made pancakes and syrups. I ate my own share hurriedly as I wondered if I was going to get a bus to school today. After eating my food, I rushed outside only to be stopped by the men in black.

“I’m sorry miss, but we were ordered to take you to any destination of your choice.”

“Me?” I asked, and they nodded.

“Thank you, but I don’t need to be driven around. I know my way to school,” and with that, I moved to leave, but they blocked me.

“Let go, I am running late,” I said to them, but that didn’t seem to deter them. After we might have spent some time debating on that, I finally succumbed to their orders. I was driven to school, and I could literally see a hundred-plus pair of eyes on me as I left the car. They followed me everywhere, although they kept a decent distance. When I couldn’t take the embarrassment, I went into the library, and none of them followed me in. So there I was and decided to read.