Chapter 3: Climax
Felicity slowly opened her eyes, the memories of the previous night flooding back to her in a rush. She looked around the room, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She was in Obi's hotel room, lying in his luxurious king-sized bed. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in his arms, completely sated and satisfied after their intense lovemaking.
Her body still felt deliciously sore from the exertion of the previous night, and she could feel the dull ache between her legs as she shifted position in the bed.
She glanced over at Obi, who was still sleeping peacefully next to her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
She couldn't believe what had happened between them - it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. He had awakened in her a desire and a hunger that she had never known she had, and she knew that she would never be able to forget him or what they had shared together.
Her pussy and body still feels so pleased from all the sex they enjoyed last night. Her stomach even still feels somewhat full from all the cum he filled into her like an African god. This hung African man had claimed her like a sex slave. She couldn't help but feel a shiver of pleasure run down her spine as she remembered the way he had taken her, the way he had made her his own.
She sat up slowly, feeling sexy and proud of her naked body all thanks to Obi. She looked down at him as he continued laying in the bed sleeping, and admired his muscles and devilishly handsome face.
Her gaze lingered on his toned abs and defined chest, her mind drifting back to the way he had touched her, the way he had made her feel. She had never experienced such pleasure before, such a deep and intense connection with another person. It was as if Obi had awakened something within her, something that had been dormant for so long.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet beneath. She stood up slowly, her muscles protesting as she straightened her back. She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the tension leave her body as she arched her back.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sex and incense that still lingered in the air. It was as if she could still feel Obi's presence all around her, reminding her of the time they spent together. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.
She walked over to the window, looking out at the city skyline. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the buildings and streets below. She could see the hustle and bustle of the city starting to come alive, as people went about their daily routines.
But then, she remembered that she was still naked. She glanced around the room, her eyes settling on the pile of clothes on the floor. She walked over to it, picking up a piece of her dress that Obi had torn off her the night before. She held it up to her body, inspecting it for damage. It was ruined, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement as she remembered how it had been torn from her body.
"I guess I'll have to find something else to wear," she said to herself, chuckling softly.
But just as she was about to turn away from the pile of clothes, she heard Obi's voice from behind her.
"I think I have something that might fit you," he said, his voice low and husky with sleep.
Felicity turned around to see him lying on the bed, his eyes still closed but a small smile playing on his lips.
"You don't have to leave so soon," he added, opening one eye to look at her. "We could spend the day together, exploring the city and each other's bodies."
Felicity couldn't help but feel a flush of heat spread across her cheeks at his words.
"I would love to," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I really do have to get back to work."
Obi chuckled softly, his eyes closing again.
"I understand," he said.
"Besides, I know you will crawl back for more. They always do."
Obi got up from the bed and began putting on his pants and cloak. Felicity watched him get dressed. She knew that this was goodbye, at least for now. But she also knew that she would see him again. She couldn't resist the pull that he had on her, the way he made her feel alive and desired.
"I'll call you," he said, as he pulled on his cloak and adjusted it around his shoulders.
"I'll hold you to that," she replied, with a small smile.
He walked over to her, and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.
"I always keep my promises," he said, his voice low and husky.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
Felicity couldn't help but respond to him, her lips parting as she deepened the kiss.
She could feel his hands on her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin as he pulled her closer.
She moaned softly, her body melting against his as she gave herself over to the pleasure of the moment.
"Let this all be a reminder, my darling bitch," he whispered against her lips. "That no matter which man you choose, or how much you may claim to love a guy like Liam, you will always be mine."
Felicity shivered at his words, her body responding to the dominant tone of his voice.
She knew that he was right - she could never truly belong to anyone else but him.
Not after what they had shared.
Not after the way he had claimed her as his own.
They got carried away making out as Obi wrapped his arms around her tighter. His cloak began to wrap around his new sex toy as he deepened the kiss.
Everything went black for Felicity.
Next thing she knew, she woke up in the hotel lobby.
Felicity blinked, trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. She looks around, disoriented, trying to make sense of where she is and what just happened.
How did Obi do that? Was it all a dream?
She looks down at her body, noticing that she is now wearing a completely different dress, but her body is still sore and aching in all the right places. She could still feel Obi's touch on her skin, his lips on hers, his hands exploring her body. What confirms to her that it was all real is her noticing that she's still wearing the necklace and it slightly glowing.
She takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions wash over her. She's confused, but also relieved that it wasn't just a dream. She reached up to the necklace, feeling the cool metal against her skin. She could still feel the weight of it, the warmth of it, the power of it.
She stood up slowly, feeling the fabric of her new dress against her skin.
It was a simple black dress that Obi must have worn on her, but it fit her perfectly and made her feel sexier than she had ever felt before.
Felicity took a moment to compose herself, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn't believe that she had just woken up in the hotel lobby, still wearing the necklace and a new dress that Obi had for her. It was like something out of a dream, but she knew that it was all too real.
She glanced around the lobby, looking for any sign of Obi.
But the only people in sight were the hotel staff busy attending to guests.
Felicity slowly walked towards the exit, feeling a strange sense of longing and anticipation building within her. She couldn't wait for the next time she ever had a run-in with Obi. She knew that he had claimed her, and that he would always come for her, no matter how much she tried to resist.
As she stepped out into the bright sunlight, she heard a voice call her name. She turned around, expecting to see Obi, but it wasn't him. It was Liam.
"Felicity!" he called, hurrying towards her. "I've been looking all over for you! I've missed you."
Felicity hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. She knew that Liam was her boyfriend, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Obi was the one who truly belonged to her.
She managed to brush off her confusion and play along, smiling as Liam apologized for disappearing on her and asked where she had been since midnight.
"I was just out, enjoying the city," she said, trying to keep her voice light and carefree. "I lost track of time."
Liam looked relieved, but there was still a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Felicity knew that she would have to be careful - she couldn't let him find out about Obi, or about the deep, primal connection that they shared.
Liam suggested they should go have some breakfast together while it was still open.
"Sure, that sounds great," she said, smiling brightly at him. "I'm starving."
She followed Liam to the hotel restaurant, her mind still reeling from her encounter with Obi. She couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on her body, his lips on hers, his deep, commanding voice as he claimed her as his own.
As they sat down at a table by the window, Liam began chattering about his plans for the day. Felicity nodded along, pretending to listen as she stared out at the bustling streets below. She couldn't wait to get back to her hotel room, to touch herself and relive the memories of her night with Obi.