Toto Series: Nobody's Off-Limits (PT 4)

His tongue darted inside of me. The way it moved like a slithering viper all around my wet throbbing pussy. I held on to the window bars with my eyes shut. There was no way I was going to let any distractions affect this moment.

Pastor Mike had been away for most of August, and I was busy with work and moving into my new appointment. Who knew that furniture shopping was this tedious. I had to make it comfortable for myself, Pastor Mike and my sister.

He was specific about his needs for the bedroom. He wanted thick drapes, thick carpets and enough room for his clothes. I had gone to Kano for the curtains and carpets, Lagos for the furniture and Jos for the décor. Tega was not around so I took the allotted two-week sick leave. As soon as he travelled to the U.K I developed a high fever.

Money was not a problem as long as what he wanted was gotten. By early September I had moved into our love nest as he fondly called it. Peace had not yet joined me because I was unsure how he would react to having a family member join me.

He had sent me a cryptic "tonight, get ready for me" message by 5pm. I had run to Hajara in Wuse 11 for a quick sit at her smoke chair and the usual dose of Kayan Mata. Hajara was a Petit woman who didn't miss any detail. Throughout my one hour stay there, I had avoided any conversation with her and hoped she would not try to give her usual unsolicited advice.

By the time I arrived home in the rain, Pastor Mike's car was already in the parking lot. I made a mental note to give him the extra key. He had brought red wine that I was grateful for. I needed to take the edge off. He poured the wine as I got into dry comfortable clothing. It had been close to two months since that faithful night at his office. I suddenly felt out of my wits. I did not know what to expect. Did he still want me on all fours? Now that he had paid for this house, was I to act like his mistress, his wife or just a girl he happened to fuck on his office desk. It was as if he had premium access to my thoughts.

"Joy, please don't act so stiff with me. The money and house mean nothing if you treat me as a stranger."

"Why would you say that sir?"

"Well, you call me sir for starters. Why don't you call me Kayode? I am human you know?"

"I know. It is just.."

"You knowing is enough, Joy. I want you to see me as a human with needs and desires just like you." I doubt if he had desires like mine. At least one particular desire. But I kept quiet as he went on.

"Most people see me as Pastor Mike. You know? And expect me to be perfect. To be a saint, but I am not. I am a man, and I hope you see me as a man. As someone who has been dreaming of having you in his arms for so long."

The way he spoke; so earnestly reached through all my misgivings, straight to the part of me that had dreamt of him too. He looked so tired and I imagined how difficult it must be for him. Preaching and healing and being perfect every damn time while all he wanted was to be given the same grace as every human. Omo Pastors dey sha hear am ooo.

I dropped my wine and walked over to his side of the couch. I collected the glass from his hand and stood him up. I wanted to lead him to the bedroom where he could show me all about being human. But he shook his head.

"I want to fuck you in all the rooms in this house. From this place to the bathroom. In all the ways imaginable, Joy. Do you want me to?" the way he said those words, so soft and innocently. my body came alive to each syllable. I wanted this man and the way I wanted him was almost spiritual. it was as if he had planted something in me that awakened to his bidding. I whispered a feeble "I do" that was buried deep in the deep of a thunderous thunderclap. We stood looking into each other's eyes as the raindrops heavy with promise pelted the roof.

He made me stand as he undressed me. Pastor Mike who had brought many people to their knees on the pulpit sunk to his knees in front of me as I stood stark naked in my living room facing the lake. He kissed my laps as his hands cupped my voluptuous behind. He kissed my shaved Pussy and I swayed at the sharp current that irrupted from my woman to my brain, and back to my woman.

"Hold the bars and watch the rain as I pleasure you"

I obeyed and held on to the bars as he went under me. He ate my pussy as no man had ever done. He knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I held on to the bars with my eyes shut as thunder and lightning rendered the skies their home. Wo! If thunder strikes us now, Jegede's prophesy would come to pass and I would have a straight ticket to hell.

His tongue plagued me. The way it moved like a slithering viper all around my wet throbbing pussy. I held on to the window bars with my eyes shut. There was no way I was going to let any distractions affect this moment, even thunder and lightening. Wo! Omo pastor sabi lick plate clean die!. By the time my cries of passion mingled with the thunderclaps outside He was on top of me and inside me. I laid on the thick carpet I purchased from Dandalama markets in Kano as he entered me.

There was a place only he could reach. Somewhere deep inside my woman that neither my hands nor Tega could reach, He could with comfortable ease. His dick transported me from my room, above my roof, to beyond the clouds. I was floating to his slow sensitive stroking which was a total deviation from our first night in his office. While he thrust deep and fast in his office, here in my living room overlooking the lake, in the pelting rain; he was slow and deliberate. He was making love to me. And I was reeling from the feeling.

Later that night as I snuggled to him, I told him about my intention to invite Peace- my sister to join me now that I had a two-bedroom flat. "As long as she will not be a problem" He offered. I assured him that Peace would not be a problem.

"How old is she?

"She is 22 years old but way older than her age. After our father died, we all had to mature beyond our years. Plus living in Lagos; if you no shine eye, oyo for you oo"

"Are you sure she will not be a problem?"

"I promise you, Peace is well behaved and you will not even know she is here."

"Do we have to make a decision now?"

"No sir."

"I've told you to call me Kayode, not sir. I can't believe you are calling me sir after we just fucked."

"Well, any man that can make me speak in tongues the way you do, deserves to be called sir."

"I am the only man for you, Joy. The only man."

"Yes sir. But am I the only girl for you?"

My answer was a well-placed smack on my buttocks. He added another slap before his hand covered my breast. He was not in a hurry and I did not interrupt him.

His hands went to my pussy while his mouth enveloped my breasts. I allowed my hands to travel round his body, familiarizing myself with every contour of his. His skin was as smooth as a baby's arse. We were both naked under the sheets in the bed yet he did not penetrate. He was whispering to me in Yoruba, while he suckled on my breasts, he breathed -o ti sa si mi; as he hovered over my pussy -O ti sọ mi di ẹrú, mi o le yi ju pada He was back up my neck, and up my ears, speaking between nibbles - ara rẹ je jẹ kin ma sọ isọkusọ- Whispering random phrases in Yoruba that I did not quite understand.

I climbed him when he would not enter me, even though I was ready like yesterday. I positioned myself above him and sat slowly. I swallowed him slowly, inching tentatively until all of him was inside me. I adjusted, to make myself comfortable then I began to ride. I mimicked his slow movements until the sensations spurred me on. He held my waist and moved in sync with my momentum. Being on top of him gave me control. I guided his shaft through all my pleasure stops. His grunting, telling me, he was getting just as much. My cum spread over his cock as he pulled out of me hurriedly and flipped me on my side. His cum spread on my navel. I opened my eyes to watch him as he stroke his cock to bring forth his cum. He was a fair man, and his dick shone red and glorious in the moonlight. Somehow I wished he had cum inside me. To watch his seed grow inside me. As I watched his final strokes, I envied his hand and my navel because they had what I did not have.

Pastor Mike- even though he insisted I called him Kayode and I fell into a steady routine. He came by the house on Tuesdays and Thursdays to make passionate love to me, then on Wednesdays and Sundays I attended church and urged him on with ride on pastor and yes. He did not look in my direction as he used to and even though we were now an item, he did not invite me to his office again. It was like I had fallen from the face of the earth. Until he came to our apartment, then I was the most precious thing he owned.

He had not given me the go-ahead to bring my sister yet, so I spent most of my nights alone. And when I tried to complain he said it created the right amount of tension so that I appreciated the time we had together. Even though he still came around and provided my financial needs, I could feel him drift away from me. Was he tired of me? Had I become so domesticated that he had become bored with me? Did I need to switch things up, Make things more steamy in and out of the bedroom?

I needed to push out these thoughts from my head and focus on the review coming up in six weeks. Tega was back and was constantly in a foul mood. Everybody knew better to avoid him even more. After a spectacular fail at a pitch, I stayed back at my cubicle to come off with something redeemable. Seeing that I had insisted on this pitch, it was left to me to sort out the mess.

"Working late again"

"JESUS!!!!!"

"Again, not Jesus, Just me"

Tega was bent over my shoulder but I could only see his face as the whole office was in darkness except for my cubicle.

Sir, you scared me. How long have been here"

"Miss Macauley, if you scare easy, why do you always insist on working in the dark?" I heard the laughter in his voice but somehow I was pissed more than I was scared. This was the man that had given me a thorough bashing this afternoon but was here bending over my shoulder joking with me. I was glad the lights were off so, He did not see my killer stare.

"I must have been carried away, I did not know the lights had gone off." I tried to explain and move out from under him but instead, he adjusted and leaned even closer. His perfume was heady, Strong and woody like how a man should smell. He was still in his suit from the day but he smelt clean and fresh. I got another flash. I was tied to a bedpost. I tried to turn away but the ropes tightened against my arms, forcing me to lie still. Then a sharp pain began from my brain except it was a whip that landed on the soft insides of my thighs spread over me and thrust me back to my cubicle. He was speaking and pointing at something on my desktop computer but I did not hear a word he was saying neither did I see what he was pointing at.

"What the hell did you do to me that night?"

"Nothing you did not consent to."

Is this man for real? I have never dreamt of being bound not to talk of being whipped and this man is bending over my shoulder and answering me as I asked him if the sun is still out.

"How dare you say I consented to be whipped.? I was fucking high and you took advantage of me. What did you do to me!?" I could not help shouting. I shoved my seat back and pushed him out of the cubicle. The darkness had swallowed him so it was only his voice coming from the void.

"Again, nothing you did not consent to. I have the video you know." the video? What video? What type of sick twisted man is this?

"What video?" My voice sounded small and feeble even to me. I was standing at the edge of my cubicle staring into the darkness and hearing what might well be the voice of the devil telling me he had documented that God awful night that I don't remember.

"This is not how I saw this night going. I was in my office and I noticed you burning the midnight oil and decided to come and have a conversation over wine. I don't know why you are hell-bent on making me pay for what you and I wanted."

. "I never wanted any of this," I answered. I had no fighting left in me. How long was I to blame the weed and the drinks and Tega? At what point would I look into the mirror?

The lights in the office flickered on. He was standing in the middle of the corridor holding a bottle of red wine and two white disposable cups. He looked angry and tired. His hair was the customary fade low cut but his beards looked like they had not been trimmed in weeks. He had a sprinkle of greys that seemed to grow wild, giving him an edgy look.

"Look, miss Macauley, I am tired of this. We fucked. It is a shame you can't remember but we fucked like two consenting adults and you need to get over it okay!." With that, he stormed out. At the bend to the stairs, I heard the sound of shattering glass.

Fuck!

I sat at the back of the church. After the images from my flashback, I felt too sinful to sit at my usual place. The service was uncharacteristically short and did not hold the usual fervour associated with Pastor Mike's services. I also noticed there were empty seats which were also strange. After service, I went to his office. There were fewer people here too, and they did not look eager to see him. What happened? I had not attended church for three weeks but he still came over as usual and he never mentioned anything amiss. I passed Bro Matthew who looked up at me but did not object to my jumping the line to enter the office. Was that pity in his eyes? I entered his office and heard the sounds. I froze. I must have been in a trance. It must be some twisted cruel joke being played on me because there is no how I am standing here while pastor Mike plummets a woman on all fours.

"What the hell?”

It took them another few seconds to notice I was in the office and a few more for it to register.

"What the hell is going on here?!! Pastor Mike, I said, what is going on here?!!!”

"Sister Joy, o my God I feel so embarrassed. Why did you not knock?

Sister joy? Since when did I become sister Joy? Last night as he shook and came inside me I was ibi aabo mi and now, I am sister Joy?

Before the words left my lips he introduced the lady as Florence, his fiancée. "Sister Joy, you have not been in church lately, you must have missed the announcement". I must be cursed. What is it with Tega and Pastor Mike? Why did I always have to encounter both of them on the same day? Pastor Mike has a whole fiancée and I find out when I see him fucking her on all fours. Is that why it was her and not me? Because he got to take her on all fours? I could not talk or move. I just stared. Stared at sister Florence in her red gown with creases from her visit to his soft grey carpet. I stared at him in his navy blue suit holding her hand and smiling at me with such sweet innocence as if he had not just shattered my entire world. I had come here to be on all fours but I guess Sister Florence beat me to it.

At first, I did not know the sound was coming from me. I turned to the door to see if someone else had joined us but there was no one at the door. The cackling persisted and Brother Matthew entered the office. For the second time, I lost my hearing. I was being escorted out of the office and those at the waiting area all looked on in sympathy or was it pity? Bro Matthew took me home, to my former place and the cackling was my companion. Jegede came out and saw me. They exchanged a few words, again I was lost of hearing. She spoke to him some more before leading me inside. She took me to her room and ordered me to drink a mixture with a strong odour. "E go make you sleep" she assured me and I gulped it down. It tasted horrible. Just like my life. Her room began to float and I welcomed the numbness.

I woke up to Jegede's frantic prayers. She usually prays at 4am. I joined her and prayed. I prayed for forgiveness. I deserved all that I got trying to seduce a man of God. This was my punishment for all my wrongdoings.

By 7:45am she brought breakfast for me. It was hot akara, bread and pap.

"No be wetin you expect abi? Shey as him spread you like this fresh bread, insert him bloccus like this my sweet akara wey I just fry, come produce better ogi like this one. The after no be wetin you expect abi?"

I shook my head as the tears tricked down.

"You know?"

"Everybody for church know about una. I been think say you know about sister Florence, na why you stop to the come church."

"I no know."

"Wetin you go do now?"

"I no know."

"Oya chop quick make I go drop you for house make you prepare go work. Shey, you still dey go work abi?"

"yes."

"Oya chop make we go."

As soon as I entered my apartment the reality of my situation hit me. Pastor Mike had a fiancee. He would be getting married and it was either he cut me off or I would become his mistress. If he cut me off, I could not afford this lifestyle. This house alone cost more than 7 million naira. Not to mention the monies he has sent to my mother. Where I don see this kain money before? Plus with the current friction with Tega, I was not sure I had a job to fall back on. Even though he had told me he was not a vindictive person, how sure was I he had not been pushed to the wall.

"I've been in an accident. I fell down my stairs."

I sent the message to HR and switched off my phone. I curled into a ball in my bed and let all the tears in my body leak out.