Chapter 53: Lady shewa*
Warning!!! This Chapter contains sexual and explicit content
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The door opened.
Lady Shewa stepped into the room.
She was strikingly beautiful, carrying herself with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to being noticed without ever needing to demand attention.
Her traditional outfit was made from rich, finely crafted fabric that fit her figure without being revealing. Several strands of tribal beads rested around her neck, complemented by smaller beads around her wrists.
Her gele was arranged with remarkable precision, every fold deliberate and elegant.
A few pieces of jewelry completed her appearance, while her expressive eyes and refined features gave her a natural beauty that required little ornamentation.
She closed the door gently behind her.
"Good evening, Sir Bolaji. You sent me a message saying you wanted to see me?"
Bolaji smiled. "Yes, I did. And we both know why I sent it."
His eyes traveled over her.
"Why did you put so much effort into dressing?"
She remained silent.
"I won’t lie. You look absolutely beautiful." His smile widened. "But I won’t be enjoying the sight for much longer. I’ll be enjoying something far better."
He paused. "We don’t have all day, so take off those beautiful clothes and get on your knees."
She immediately began removing her clothes on command. After taking off her top and skirt, she proceeded to remove her undergarments, exposing her large breasts for Bolaji to see. She then started to take off her panties, but then stopped herself.
" Come on, you know how I like it."
She nodded in response and turned away from him, slowly bending as she slid down her panties, offering him a full view of her intimate area. After finishing, she walked toward him, swaying gently with her breasts jiggling.
She knelt in front of him and began to take off his trousers. She spread his legs wider as she moved closer to his member. It’s rock hard as she holds it and starts stroking, causing Bolaji to let out a subtle groan.
He leaned forward, reaching out with one hand to fondle her breast rhythmically. He pinched her nipple, causing her to moan.
"Did that feel good?" He asked her.
She nodded subtly while still stroking his member. He continued to have his way with her, caressing her breasts with both hands now.
Afterward, he leaned back, studying her.
"Shewa, remind me. What nickname did the public give you?"
She looked at him. "The Feisty Princess of the Arayo Family."
Bolaji chuckled. "That’s right. The feisty princess."
His expression changed as memories of their first meeting returned. He remembered the woman she had once been.
She had been proud. Arrogant, even. She came from the Arayo family, a household with influence and enough wealth to command respect, but not enough to stand among the truly powerful families.
Back then, Shewa had looked at men like him as though they were beneath her.
Bolaji had found that amusing. He had also found it challenging. And Bolaji loved a challenge.
Her family’s debts had eventually given him the leverage he needed. With his family’s influence and resources behind him, breaking down the woman who had once carried herself as an untouchable princess had been easier than he expected.
That was what he enjoyed most.
Not merely possessing a beautiful woman.
Breaking through the confidence behind that beauty.
Taking someone who believed she could never be controlled and proving otherwise—transforming her into someone he could command and fuck whenever he pleased.
He loves nothing more than seeing that arrogant face take his load.
He suddenly grabbed her head as he groaned and thrust forward deeper into her throat, unleashing his full load.
He removed his member from her mouth and placed her hands on it. She started stroking as she swallowed his load, still in her mouth.
Seeing this, he smiled "Good girl. Now for the main event, get up."
She gets up and waits for his command.
He licked his middle and ring fingers down to the palm and thrust them directly into her nether region, making her moan and almost collapse against him as her legs grew weak.
He gradually pressed his fingers and rubbed her clit, then increased the pace. After a minute, her nether area is wet and making a slicking noise as his fingers slide in and out.
He stops and positions his member to her nether from behind and pulls her by the waist until his entire length is inside her. She gasps and sucks in a cold breath.
He started thrusting faster, causing clapping sounds to resound in the room.
She moaned in response. Unable to think of anything other than the feeling his member was giving her.
"The feisty princess of the Arayo family, my personal sex slut. Isn’t life beautiful, my slut?" he asked her while still thrusting.
She lowered her eyes, saying nothing as subtle moans escaped her sealed lips.
Bolaji continued, his satisfaction growing as he looked at her.
Bolaji laughed softly. "I won’t lie. You were a beautiful challenge. There was a time I actually thought I might never get my hands on you." He shook his head. "But your family had to go and accumulate so much debt. What a world."
He stepped closer. "Just like the others before you."
His voice became colder. "You all act high and arrogant, believing men are beneath you."
He looked at her with contemptuous amusement. "But eventually, you discover that your pride isn’t worth very much when someone has the power to take everything else away."
His smile returned. "That’s what I enjoy."
She remained silent.
She had heard this before. Not the words exactly, but the shape of them — men like Bolaji always needed to say it out loud, as if breaking her wasn’t complete until she’d heard the explanation for it. Somewhere underneath the numbness, a small, stubborn part of her noted that he still needed her to listen. He still needed her reaction. That part of her filed it away, the way she filed away everything now, without knowing what she was saving it for.
"Not the beauty. Not even the obedience."
He leaned closer. "The moment that mask breaks finally."
His words were followed by silence.
He started slapping her butt cheek while still thrusting. He smiled. "That’s more like it. You all (slap) should be treated (slap) like the (slap) sluts (slap) you (slap) are. (Slap) He pulls out and sprays his load all over her back.
He collapsed on the chair, breathing heavily.
As he reached for his clothes, he noticed something.
Shewa was crying.
He frowned. "Why are you crying?"
She didn’t answer.
His expression became amused again. "You should be arrogant, shouldn’t you?"
He adjusted his clothing. "Arrogant ladies are supposed to be in control of their emotions."
He chuckled.
Then he walked toward the door. The door slammed shut behind him.
Shewa was left alone.
The numbness held for a moment longer — long enough for her to reach for her discarded clothes, long enough to press her palm flat against the cold floor. Then it cracked, all at once, the way ice gives way not gradually but entirely.
She wasn’t crying because of what he’d done. She had stopped expecting anything else from men like him months ago. She was crying because some part of her — the part that still remembered being someone’s proud daughter, someone who used to laugh without calculating who was watching — had just watched itself get filed away with everything else. And she couldn’t tell anymore how much of her was still underneath it, and how much had already been spent.
For several moments, she simply sat there, silently crying.
Her hands trembled. She lowered her head, thinking
’How did my life become this?’ a question she couldn’t find an answer to.
The four of them left the training ground together.
The sun had already begun its descent, painting the streets of Ilebi in the warm orange light of evening. The city was still busy despite the approaching night. Merchants called out from their stalls, carts rolled through the crowded streets, and groups of cultivators moved between the various districts.
Tolu walked beside Ore while Akin and Temi followed a few steps behind.
His muscles were sore.
Not painfully so, but enough to remind him that they had spent most of the afternoon training.
Ore stretched one arm over her head. "I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow."
Tolu glanced at her. "You said that yesterday."
"And I was right."
"You said the same thing the day before."
"That doesn’t make me wrong."
Tolu laughed softly. "Fair enough."
Akin caught up with them."You two are complaining already?"
Ore looked back. "You weren’t exactly looking comfortable after Temi knocked you down."
Akin immediately straightened."That was intentional."
Temi raised an eyebrow. "Of course."
"I was testing her."
"You were lying on the ground."
"I was testing the ground."
Tolu laughed."Was the ground satisfactory?"
"Very."
Temi shook her head, a small smile appearing on her face. "You talk too much."
"And yet you keep listening."
They continued walking.
The streets gradually became more familiar as they moved away from the busier districts.
They had learned the city well enough now that they no longer needed to think about which streets would take them home.
Two months ago, getting around Ilebi had been an adventure by itself.
Now they could walk through the city while talking without even paying attention to where they were going.
Ore looked at the small pouch hanging from Tolu’s belt.
"How much did we make today?"
"Four silver."
Akin sighed.
"Again?"
"Again."
Temi looked at him.
"You sound disappointed."
"I am."
"Four silver for half a day’s work isn’t terrible."
"It’s terrible when food costs what it does here."
Tolu nodded."He’s right."
Ore looked at him. "Didn’t we make more last week?"
"Twenty-nine silver altogether."
"That’s not bad."
"It isn’t."
Tolu paused. "But it’s not much either."
Akin sighed.
"Everything in this city costs money."
"That’s because everything in this city is expensive," Temi said.
They walked in silence for several moments.
Authors note: I’m new to writing explicit scenes, so don’t be too hard on me. Share your thoughts; do you wanna see more of these scenes, how frequent or you think the story doesn’t need them?