Chapter 31

After work, I went straight home because even though I was trying so hard to keep my mind off a possible stalker, I still had to be cautious. I didn't try to socialize with anyone for anything. I felt like calling Noah, but I knew he was not down from his high yet, and he seriously needed to apologize to me. I mean, he's the one who leaned in for a kiss. I just followed through. Not to mention how awkward he'd feel if I had rejected him there and then. At that point, that's all I needed. I know I sound selfish for thinking that way, but it is what it is. I did miss Noah though.

I cooked a little yam porridge for dinner and had a warm bath. It was refreshing, just what I needed after the long day at work. Thankfully, I didn't see much of Mr. Blue for the whole day after his encounter with Antonio. Who knew that Antonio knew a lot of people and was that influential? Who exactly was Antonio Rivera?

While I was doing a little of the work I had brought home with me, my phone started to ring. It was Antonio.

"Hey?" I answered.

"I'm coming up to your house right now, open up for me," he said and hung up. Huh? He sounded urgent. What was that about?

I walked to my door and opened it up for him. On cue, he appeared at my door.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"Pack up your stuff, things you know you'd need for like the next month or so," he ordered. He looked good, as usual. He had his hair down, and he was sporting a tight navy blue shirt and black sweats.

"What? Why should I do that? What happened? Are we going somewhere?" I asked in one breath.

"Well, I don't want to take any risk with you. You're moving into my apartment until I'm sure that we know what this whole stalking is about," he said. Huh? I'm sorry, what?

"I'm lost," I told him honestly.

"Look, staying alone can be really dangerous, and if I'm going to protect you, I want to make sure you're in my line of sight. I don't want to take chances, so go in and pack up," he ordered. I just stood there, looking at him like he was talking trash.

"Well? Aren't you going? Do you want me to go in and pack for you?" He asked and I shook my head.

I pulled out a medium-sized suitcase, put in all the things I felt I'd need, and went back to the living room to meet him.

"Anything else you need, we'll come get tomorrow," he said and I nodded. I didn't know what was going on and why I was obeying his every word, but it seemed like a pretty good idea. I wasn't safe alone.

Antonio took my luggage while I carried a bag that had my laptop and other documents that I'd need in the office. I switched off the lights and locked the doors and windows. Then we went on our way to Antonio's house. While in the car, the realization of what I had just agreed to do hit me. I was going to live with Antonio, like actually live with him, in his house. Not sleepovers. Like, live in his house with him.

"You good?" He asked me. I smiled and nodded my head. I mean, what else could I say? I didn't know about Antonio, but moving into someone else's house seemed like a pretty big deal to me. Oh hell no! No fucking way in hell!

We finally arrived at his mansion. He helped take my luggage to my assigned room, and then he sat on the bed.

"I want you to come to the fifth room on this floor in thirty minutes, wear something sexy," he smirked and I gulped. Was this why he suggested I move in with him? So he could fuck me whenever? I smirked and nodded my head. When he left the room, I ran to my luggage, looking for one of the pieces of lingerie I packed solely for this purpose. I got dressed and carried a robe to cover my body—I didn't know the people who were in the house with us, if there were any at all.

I got to the door and knocked on it. My mind was waving red flags, but I didn't mind. If Antonio liked BDSM, it wouldn't be a bad idea to try it once.

Antonio opened the door and revealed his shirtless, well-sculpted chest; I gulped really hard. He pulled me into the room and pinned me to the wall, inhaling every part of my body, but he didn't kiss me, not once.

I stood there, eyes closed and all, waiting for his lips to work wonders on my body, but nothing came. I slowly opened my eyes to find a smiling Antonio looking at me.

"I'm going to take pictures of you, we might fuck later," he smiled and I shook my head. He was trying to mess with me, and he got me!

"Pictures?" I asked for clarity, and he nodded. I suppressed my disappointment with a smile. It was then I finally looked at the room. It was a studio, like a legit studio that I'm sure many photographers would kill for. It had various lights and stuff hanging from every part of the room. It had overall dark lighting, like a place for monochrome pictures. There were no pictures in the room, and I found that shocking since every room in the house that I had ever stepped foot in all had framed pictures of naked women hanging from every angle.

"Come, take off the robe and sit," he urged me, pointing at a sofa. He was really the photographer he claimed he was.

"I'm going to take some photos with you in the lingerie, then some photos of you without. If you don't want to, it's okay," he said and I smiled.

I teased him by putting on a strip show. I could see Antonio visibly freeze where he stood, looking at me like he would never take his eyes off me.

"You better stop that," he warned and I smirked. When I took off the robe completely, Antonio's eyes popped. It was a pair of underwear he had never seen before, and it was yellow. I personally liked how the fabric pressed up on me and made my skin look beautiful.

"You're beautiful," Antonio said for the second time that day. I shook my head and sat on the sofa he indicated. Throughout the shoot, Antonio made me feel sexy. With all the praise he was throwing at me, he almost made me think I could pursue a modeling career.

"If you don't mind taking off your lingerie, this part of the photoshoot session is going to be intense and intimate. Tell me when you want to stop," he said and I nodded. I slowly took off all the accessories on my body, standing bare, and not knowing what to do with myself. I ended up sitting back on the sofa.

He walked to a refrigerator I didn't even know was in the room and came out with ice cubes.

"What are those for?" I asked him.

"The shoot, tell me when you want me to stop," he repeated and I nodded my head.

"Here, take this. Play with it on your nipples or lips or neck—anywhere but your pussy," he said and I nodded. I took the ice cubes from him, bracing myself for the cold I was about to feel.

I placed one of the ice cubes on my breasts, running it up and down my nipple. The cold on my sensitive skin made me jerk.

"That's good," Antonio praised and started taking the pictures. The ice on my body was making me extra horny and wet. I wanted Antonio in me as soon as possible.

Antonio was right, this was intense and intimate—and I loved every bit of it.

"Fuck! I can't do this," Antonio groaned after taking quite a lot of pictures. He dropped the camera he was holding, took off his sweats, and walked to me with the crate of ice in his hands.

"Spread your legs," he ordered and I obeyed immediately. He put a cube of ice in his mouth and knelt down in between my legs. Then he started to rub the ice on my clit. This was different from anything I had ever felt before, and I loved every bit of it.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out when I felt a finger in me. Antonio kept rubbing my clit with the ice. I grabbed the sides of his head, keeping him in place as he worked wonders on me. He continued the assault until the ice cube in his mouth melted. He kissed me with his cold lips, and I returned every kiss with the same energy; the kiss was ten times better.

Antonio used his free hand to get a cube from the crate, directing it to my chest and then my nipples. It felt so cold but so good. I wanted more, more of what he had for me. He threw the ice away and placed his lips on my right nipple first, then on the left next, while his fingers were working wonders in me. I moaned as loud as I could, not caring if I could be heard or not. At that point, I just didn't care. Antonio was taking me to a place I never knew existed.

Antonio fingered me so hard I thought I was going to cum right there, on his fingers, but he took out his fingers, replacing them with his lips once again, then I finally got my release, but that wasn't all, he wasn't done with me, not yet. Antonio stood up to his full height, letting his dick hang right in my face. I knew what to do immediately. I grabbed an ice cube and rubbed it on his head, letting him feel the same sensation I felt. He groaned in response.

I rubbed the ice cube for a little while longer then put it in my mouth, alongside his dick, sucking as hard and fast as I could. Antonio shoved his dick hard into my throat, making me gag. I loved what I was getting. He held my head and fucked my mouth deep and hard, so much that my pussy was jealous. When he finally had his release, he took out his dick from my mouth, and I swallowed his cum. He walked to his trousers, brought out a foil packet, rolled it on, and walked to me, letting me know it was pussy time. I got on all fours, face down, booty up, ready to be fucked into the next world. As Antonio shoved his dick inside me, I knew I was really about to get fucked to the next world. No doubt about it.