14. Octavio
Chapter 14
Octavio
“T ell me, what ya want? Tell me, what you need… Tell me if it ain’t good enough for you, baby! Tell me…”
Music crept under my bedroom door lowly like it didn’t belong in my house. My eyes snapped open; at first, I thought it was just a dream. My heart ticked fast as my brain tried to make sense of what the fuck was going on. Quickly, I reached for the nightstand. I took in a deep breath when my hand curled around the cold metal of my gun.
I eased out of bed and moved slowly in just my boxer briefs and wife beater. I didn’t know what to expect on the opposite side of my door. I never shot a gun with the intentions to hurt anyone. Monster and Detavio took me to a gun range and my aim was on point. Was I really about to have to kill someone tonight? I wasn’t sure of the time but already knew it had to be in the middle of the night.
My house was supposed to be silent, dead quiet like it always was. No one had a key, not even my brothers. Music was not supposed to be playing, nobody was supposed to be here. The closer I got to the living room, the louder the music got. Dru Hill “Tell Me” crooned through my speakers.
“Candle lights, we’re alone…I’m up in your mix, if you put me on. Talk to me, I’ll understand…Your need to feel a gentle hand.”
The lyrics matched the candles that I knew I didn’t buy, lit up all around my living room. I stepped out of the hallway and saw the intruder. Rylie Rose was sprawled across my couch like she lived here. Her body covered in crimson red lace lingerie that left little to my imagination. Bold as fuck was the only words to come to my mind.
With her eyes closed, she put a blunt between her lips and took a long pull. Her head bobbed back and forward then from side to side like she was feeling the lyrics as she hummed along with it. I couldn’t help but stand still and gaze over at her. Was I dreaming or was she for real? I asked myself. Rylie’s eyes remained closed as her delicate fingers dragged from her pudgy stomach up to her hard nipples.
She pinched her left nipple and moaned as she blew smoke circles in the air.
“I know you’re standing there…I’d ask you to crawl to me and taste how wet you have me…but…” She paused to take another pull from her blunt.
“You are in too much shock to obey me.” She chuckled lightly.
Her light brown eyes opened and captured mine. She sat up and reached for the tall glass of wine that I hadn’t noticed on my glass coffee table. She smirked like she expected for me to be standing across from her holding a gun.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I raised the gun a little, not directly aiming it at her. I wanted to make it clear to Rylie that none of this shit was funny to me.
She didn’t flinch, she tilted her head back to take a slow sip of her wine.
“Octavio…I missed you.” She purred as if it explained why she was in my home.
“You love it, that’s why there was no restraining order put in place,” she added, sounding amused.
“You random as fuck.” I lowered my gun and shook my head.
“You fine as fuck.” She licked her lips.
“What’s your angle, Rylie Rose?” I asked.
I felt stumped, I should’ve had my guards—wait…my guards! I walked toward the front door and stopped when I heard her giggle.
“They sleep, I could have killed them…instead, I put them to sleep. I told you that you needed better security detail. I mean, you’re far too important to be this accessible,” she stated the obvious.
I turned back around and decided to entertain her, get in her head a little to see what was up with her.
“Rylie, this isn’t?—”
“Octavio, my love.” She cut me off then clicked her tongue.
“You have to add the Rose to my name.”
“Okay, Rylie Rose. You need help, sweetheart; this isn’t what normal people do.” I held my hand out for emphasis of what she just did.
“I’m not a normal bitch. I want you; I love you, and I need you. I’m just simply speeding up the process so you can see how real this shit is. I don’t want people to get hurt in the process of me trying to proclaim my love for you, Octavio.”
I lowered my gun all the way. I could see it in her glassy eyes that she had a far-off look. The kind of look that told you that a person built an entire world inside of their head. I was the center of that world, whether I wanted to be or not. My shoulders dropped as I took steps closer until I was able to set my gun down on the side table close enough to the lazy boy chair that I took a seat in.
“Listen…you can’t keep doing this shit. It isn’t love, this is not how it’s supposed to look,” I stated.
I looked into her pretty brown eyes and watched them narrow. The mischievous smirk never left her face as she started to talk.
“You’re wrong.” Her eyes left mine.
She swirled the last of her wine around in her cup and shrugged her shoulders.
“You don’t see it, but soon you will. I’m everything you need.”
I took in a deep breath and leaned forward. I rested my elbows on my knees and tried to steady my voice enough to reach whatever part of her brain that was reachable.
“You broke into my fuckin’ house, Rylie—Nah…let me rewind a little then fast forward. I want you to open that mind of yours all the way up and pay attention. First, you been watching me for some time now. Since watching my porn videos. If you liked me then, you could have gone about it the right way to get my attention. Instead, you are stalking me. Leaving notes on my car and other public places for me to find. Now, here we are…in my home.” I paused for clarification then continued.
“You broke into my home, but before you did that…you did something to my guards. You are wearing lingerie, you bought candles and wine then came here in the middle of the night. You need help, real help. There’s a line between love and obsession, and you crossed it. I’m willing to get you the resources that you need?—”
“Because you love this shit! You think I’m fucking stupid? Your dick is hard, so you can sit across from me trying to sound well put together all you fuckin’ want to. I’m not in denial about my mental state of mind. My parents made me aware at a very young age to accept myself for who the fuck I am. But…you!” Her eyes widened as her voice elevated.
She gasped and covered her mouth then rolled her eyes dramatically. She let out a soft laugh that sounded almost musical then lowered her voice to an even sexy tone.
“I’m not going to stop, Octavio.” She chuckled.
Her gaze burned into mine, sharp and unblinking.
“I won’t stop, but maybe I can act more normal for you once I have you. You can’t fight this shit, and I’m done writing letters and giving you space. You need my help as well. You refuse to accept yourself for who you are.”
“What am I?” My brows bunched together.
“A beautiful man, that needs taming. A man that hides behind a suit, when you have a body worth praising. I can control the way you feel once I make you nut. I can make your entire body feel good until I reach that defiant brain of yours…yet, you’re too stuck on what others would think. You’re too caught up on me not doing things the traditional way…” Rylie sat all the way up and bit into her bottom lip before speaking.
“Your mine, Octavio. Ask for forgiveness, not permission. With my persistence, I can turn you into the man that you always wanted to be,” she moaned out the last of her sentence.
Rylie Rose sat back on the couch in a slouched position. Slowly, she reached for the top of her bralette and snatched it down. Her full titties bounced out first as her eyes fluttered. She used her hands to pinch her nipples, she flicked them back and forth with the pad of her thumbs.
“I just can’t help it, and you should feel honored. I’m so fucking turned on, Octavio. I can see your beady nipples sticking through your white beater. Let me lick and suck them, my love. I can suck them soft then hard while I take that beautiful long dick of yours.” Her back arched off the couch.
I blinked my eyes and became conflicted. My mouth watered at how ripe and full her titties looked as she toyed with them. The air in the room shifted, I was ashamed by how hard I was right now by just her words. She was fucking my mind up, and I was being weak to it all instead of standing my ground.
“Get out, Rylie Rose.” I forced myself to look away from her.
“You don’t even believe yourself, baby. That dick can’t ignore me either. If you really want me gone, call the police…I’m not leaving anytime soon. Either you call the authorities, go back to bed, or watch me now then join when I say so.”
I should have stood up and did what a normal person would have done from jump…call the police. I was far from normal; I was starting to believe that I was just insane as her. I watched Rylie slide the tip of her tongue between her teeth. She moved and pulled something from behind her. Rylie took in a deep breath then held up a metal bullet-shaped toy.
I gripped the arm rest tightly as she sucked in a breath; she clicked a button on her a toy and the low vibrating sound was the only noise I heard besides my breathing. Rylie gazed over at me with hooded, seductive eyes. The bullet had to be about eight inches long. She flicked her tongue all around it then pushed it to the back of her throat until she gagged loudly.
She picked up her legs and spread them far apart. All the blood inside of my body rushed right to the tip of my dick, my balls tightened from the sight of her fat wet pussy. She pressed the bullet against herself, my dick twitched as she spread her legs wider.
“I want you,” she moaned lowly.
“All of you.” She uttered underneath her breath.
My mouth watered; I was too locked in to look the fuck away. She used one hand to spread her pussy lips a part. Slowly, she pushed the bullet inside of her pussy and left it there. Her breath hitched as her hand fell away from the bullet. Rylie took her index finger and circled her clit with it as she made her pussy push the bullet in and out of her soppy wet tunnel.
“Let me see that dick.” She smirked.
“If you pull it out, that means I get to do whatever the fuck I want to do to you.” Her eyelids shut.
She rotated her hips, her pretty toes curled in the six-inch red stilettos she had on. Everything about her was deadly sexy. My pulse slammed in my neck; did it make it better that her eyes was closed right now? My hand had a mind of its own. Before I could stop myself, I pulled my dick out and squeezed the shaft tight to gain some sort of relief.
Rylie’s eyes flickered open with recognition like she hit the jackpot.
“Oh, Octavio…I dreamed of this moment right here. I swear, I’m about to own you baby.”
“This ain’t right…” I grunted, shaking my head.
“It’s right, baby, let me own you.” She cooed out to me.
Her lower stomach dipped in then poked out, she sped up the pace with the bullet. It looked like magic; I watched it pump in and out of her pussy by itself. Her eyes rolled back. I eyed her curves, my mouth watered. Every word that left her lips sounded designed to push me to my limits. It was all working, I sat frozen with my dick throbbing in my hand.
My brain screamed to retreat, while the pulse in my dick had other plans.
“Come on, come on, come on…my love.” She chanted lowly.
I swallowed hard; my skin prickled with heat. It sounded like simple, easy words but to me, it wasn’t just talk. Rylie Rose was drawing me in with her sweet velvety voice. Everything about her was soft, slow, and very deliberate. She had this look in her eyes that said she knew she already won; she savored it.
“I shouldn’t…” I muttered; my own words tasted weak as fuck.
Her devious smile curved her sexy pouty lips.
“But you will…you fuckin’ will, and you will fuckin’ love it.” She giggled and moaned.
I gazed at her crimson fingernails creep down her stomach. She pulled the bullet out and that was it for me. I buckled, caved in to this deranged woman before me. I fisted my dick anxiously as she sucked her juices seductively off the bullet. I wanted to resist her with everything in me, but I didn’t.
“Ask me a question,” she spoke with the bullet still going in and out of her mouth.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked lowly.
I waited for her to speak; she remained quiet.
“I’ll tell you if you do whatever the fuck I say. Do you remember what I told you back in your office?” She tossed the bullet to the side of her and sat up.
“I remember.” I sighed.
“You submit to me behind closed doors; whenever there’s sex involved, I own all of you…all you have to do is tell me that you’re willing, right now,” Rylie demanded.
I noticed that her face was void of any emotion, she waited patiently with her hands folded in her lap.
“I’m willing to try, right now,” I stated.
I felt shame rise inside of me, it was too late. My dick was out, I was turned on by her to the fuckin’ max. What would be the consequences of giving into Rylie Rose?
“Stand, undress…show me everything first.”