Sweet But Psycho episode 46

Sweet but Psycho 😽😽😽
🍹🍷 His perfect antidote 🍷🍹
💦 Story by: Bunmi B. Gabriel (BB) 💦
😋 Segment 46 😋
🍪🍘 Cookie 🍘🍪
I opened my eyes weakly, the silence felt like I was going to die or I was sick. My head was pounding terribly, my mind completely blank. I sat up, trying to remember what I was doing in such a colourful and pretty room, where I was and who the f-ck I was. I looked around the room in great confusion, finally hearing the beautiful songs of the birds outside or maybe that is something else… Are those cars?
Both… A voice whispered.
Okay, both. Now for the next question, where am I?
The door opened, like a big golden door and a man stepped out while drying his hair. Holy gods of perfection! What is this! Who is this?! Am I in Olympics? Is this one of the sons of Zeus? Is this Hercules? I heard he’s s€×y.
He stopped walking, freezing midway of pulling his hair with his yellow towel. He looked at me for a while and smiled, what’s wrong with my chest? I looked down at my chest, why was it beating so fast?
Come on girl, snap out of it!
But he’s so s€×y… I whined back to the voice. I’m in love.
Sure you are.
I watched the man walk towards his high shelf of stuffs, mostly drugs. He wore a beautiful panda slippers, white knee length shorts and a sparkly black belt with crystals engraved to it, the belt had a black holster. As for his torso, I leave the rest to the gods to dictate. I watched him pick out something and walked over to his vanity, picked up a black hairdryer after dropping the first one and connected it. He turned around and sat on the vanity, keeping his eyes locked with mine. I was completely mesmerized by his eyes, I couldn’t look away like he didn’t.
Who is he?
What is wrong with my heart?
Do I know him?
Do I love him?
What is love?
He dried his hair as he kept looking at me, a smile on his l-ips. Why is his hair silver and black? Why is his eyes so mesmerizing? His iris were like that of a cat’s, it colour green with a beautiful shade of silver. And where did he get those lashes? I touched mine and frowned, his is longer. I trailed my eyes down his body to examine his torso and again, I was left greatly impressed. His seriously muscular arms and neck was a starter, he must have gymed all his life or maybe that was natural with a little touch up. Merda! His chest pumped out, same thing goes to his abs and then there was his glowing skin. He was slightly hairy but barely noticeable.
The tattoo on his left hand and side neck was another thing that captivated me. The tattoo formed a wristwatch for him and then another acted as covering on his arm. His tattoos were colourful ones that made him look like a beautiful art work. There was another one on his chest, a bloomed like rainbow rose with green stem stretching out below and writing out the word “Cookie”. That same stem stretched from the word and trailed down to his navel in blue, like a waterfall and wrote something else in rainbow. “Ti amò, Cookie” it was beautiful. His right arm had another tattoo which I just noticed, it was written in a language I don’t get but I understood it meant… “As fairly as colours remains a part of this world, so will you remain a part of my life Cookie, I will love you until my last breath.”
What’s this cookie? He must love cookies very much.
He dropped the hairdryer and picked up another can, popped the lid open and poured the pink substance into his palms, rubbed it together and m-ssaged it into his hair as we continued our eye rom-nce. He finished carefully mixing the substance in his hair, grabbed the can he picked out from the shelf, stood up from the vanity and walked towards me. I gulped and shifted back on the bed, that didn’t stop him from coming over. ‘Relax, I won’t hurt you.’ For some reason, I relaxed.
He picked me up like his bride and headed to the door he came from, my hands slightly wrapped around his neck, eyes fixed on his face. I used my left hand to touch his beard, black and neatly shaved. The only thing stopping him from looking like a cute teddy bear. I moved my fingers to his slightly plum l-ips; glossy pale red l-ips. He carried me into the tub which already had bubbling soapy water. He dropped me on my feet and gave me a killer smile, one that had me smiling too.
I didn’t say anything or tried to protest when he stripped me, neither did I react when he carried me into the tub and bathe me. If there was something I did, it was react to his touch, squirming and making weird sounds whenever he touched me. I was curious to know why my body was reacting so much, why he kept smiling whenever I made those sounds. By the time he carried me out of the bathroom wrapped in a French rose towel, my n-pples were begging for a k-ss and core throbbing and yearning for attention. I tried my best to ignore that, ignore those feeling and focus on him.
He dropped me back on the bed daintily, removed the China blue towel he flung on his shoulder and used it to dry my hair. He made sure to squeeze out as much water as he could. When he was done, he took the towel and that can he picked up from the shelf earlier. He walked back to the shelf, dropped that can and replaced it with two and a little bottle of some kind of pills. He walked to the bathroom and then returned to me. He climbed on the bed and knelt behind me. I was really curious to know what he was going to do.
‘Don’t freak out,’ he said and held out three blue pills in his palm. ‘Chew this and no, it’s not disgusting, taste like mint.’ I let him put it in my mouth and cringed, it was cold and indeed minty but sour. I chewed the pills with discomfort while he tried to braid my hair. He successfully braided it and put the braid into a bun, then started spraying something from one of the cans in my head. I shuddered, the thing was much more colder than the pills.
I whimpered. ‘I’m cold,’ I whispered.
‘Bear it, and it’s not you but your head. The cold is to relax the hotness in your brain.’ He explained. Indeed, the hotness and emptiness I was feeling slowly started decreasing. He dropped that can and picked up the other one, I looked at him over my shoulder. He poured out a little into his fingers and jerked his head forward, telling me to look ahead. I did as instructed.
‘What’s that?’
‘To help your brain relax and work well again,’ he rubbed the creamy thingy on my temples and began m-ssaging it in. I closed my eyes and sank my teeth into my bottom lip to avoid scre-ming out at the pain.
‘It’s painful,’ I whined.
‘It ought to,’ I slowly started remembering who I was, how I got here and who he was to me. I sighed when he was done. ‘Remember anything now?’
‘Yeah, thank you.’
‘Don’t thank me,’ he said, climbing out of the bed. ‘You will lose it later. I just had to do that to stop your memory from returning in another painful way, for now, enjoy it.’
‘Where is Valería?’ I asked, staring at his back which had some faint bullet scars but was covered with another tattoo. This one was different types of butterflies trailing down his back like a one lined X. He looked at me over his shoulder and raised a brow. ‘Valería is my sister, the maid?’
‘I sent her home.’
‘I need to go home, she will be so worried about me, how long have I been asleep?’
‘Almost 48 hours and no, you are not going home.’
‘Pardon?’
‘You are already home puppy, you are not going anywhere.’ He said, heading to his wardrobe this time.
‘First of all, it’s pupkitty, not just puppy. I’m as adorable as a puppy and cute as a kitty as well, get that into your broken head. Second of all, you, can’t tell me what to do, I’m a free person.’ I said with arms folded in annoyance.
‘Yes I can, I just did. I am not going to let you out of my sight again, ever.’
‘I don’t care what relationsh¡p we had in the past but you can’t walk into my future and boss me around like I am some kind of toy whose remote you hold.’ He was in,side the walk-in wardrobe. He came out holding a black shirt, his shirt and is that female underwear?
‘Cookie, don’t let us start a good morning by fighting,. I would hate that. I have to go to the launch later and I need to remain in a collect mood so I won’t kill people.’
‘How is it my fault you are doing drugs and can’t control your emotions,’ I said scoffingly. He threw the shirt on my face. I removed it only to have the black lingerie smack my face. ‘Urgh! When you were buying this for me, what happened to colours?! I am not wearing this and ending up looking like someone who just attended a funeral.’
‘You don’t have a choice kitty.’
‘Yes I do, I can walk into your wardrobe and find something else to wear and it’s pupkitty, get it right for once.’ I threw my hands in the air. He eyed me menacingly.
‘Wear that.’ He repeated slowly.
‘It’s not fair, you get to wear colours as tattoos but I don’t, that’s being bias here.’
‘I only had little colours because of Yolanda but I added more because I missed you! Can’t you see your name everywhere?!’ He was getting upset, for some unknown reason, I loved annoying him.
‘I love the fact that you dedicated your body to me, but I am not wearing that.’
‘Merda! Merda fottuto… Urgh! Dannazione!’ He cursed angrily. (Shit! Motherf-cking… Urgh! Damn!) He inhaled and put on a platonic smile. ‘Cookie, be a nice girl and put that on.’
‘Che dire dei colori?’ (What about the colours?)
‘Fine! What colour do you want?!’
‘Now you are talking, take a note…’
‘Don’t make me change my mind.’ He warned. What a weirdo, throwing a tantrum all because I asked for colours.
‘Deve essere nero, argento, oro, rosso…’ (Must be black, silver, gold, red…)
‘I said colour, not colours.’
‘Can you delete the black? I hate black.’
‘Pick a colour already!’
‘I just told you,’ he glared at me. ‘Rosso e argento, e dovrebbe avere in loro scintillio.’ He face palmed himself and sighed. (Red and silver, and should have glitter in them)
‘When you are ready, you will wear that or walk around unclad.’
‘Can I go home after I finish wearing this?’ I asked, showing him the shirt.
‘You are already home sweetie, better start getting use to it.’ He turned around and started heading back to his wardrobe. I stood up and ran after him, I knew he intentionally let me jump on his back and wrapped my legs around his wa-ist after pulling out his silver Derat Eagle from his holster. I tightened my forehead against his neck and pressed the gun to his temple.
‘Let me go or I’ll kill you.’
‘Really?’ He chuckled.
‘Yes.’
‘My answer is no.’
‘Dire le preghiere,’ (say your prayers)
‘Wow, una pistola, sei vecchio e il coraggio di usare quella?’ What an insult! He was mocking me.(Wow, a gun, are you old and bold enough to use that?)
‘Vediamo quanto bene la bocca funziona quando ammucchio con proiettili.’ I spat venomously but he didn’t take it seriously, just laughed it off like I was some kind of kid. (Let’s see how well your mouth works when I stuff it with bullets)
‘You have gotten better at Italian, I’m impressed.’
‘Mister, I have a gun pressed against your head,’ I reminded him. Isn’t he afraid to die?
‘Okay, I will let you go but we will make a deal.’ He offered, I smiled.
‘What deal?’
‘I let you go and then take your much more s€×ier sister, what do you say?’
I frowned, Valería isn’t s€×ier than me.
‘I’m s€×ier,’ I corrected him.
‘No, she is. She has got all the junk and will never leave me, that’s the deal.’ I slipped down from his back and threw the gun on the bed.
‘I disagree, I need another reasonable deal.’ I said, folding my arms under my br-asts. He turned around and ducked his hands into his pockets.
‘Why? Don’t want your sister to lay unclad on my bed?’ He asked with a smirk. I winced.
Valería can’t have him, he’s mine.
‘And keep you to herself, never.’ I said shamelessly.
‘Why?’
‘Dude, just let me go already, I will come back later.’
‘If I’m going to be sharing your attention with anyone else, I’ll kill that person.’ He said seriously.
‘Okay, you are sick!’ I turned and ran back to the bed to get the gun. I scre-med when he suddenly pinned me to the bed, my hands pinned on my back and cheek pressed against the bed. ‘Let go you bastard!’
‘No, you are turning me on.’
‘You are breaking my shoulders you prick!’
‘No, I’m not. Stop scre-ming, you are destroying my eardrums.’
‘Why don’t I destroy your d*ck too so you would be completely useless!’
‘Why don’t I use this very same d*ck to show you how destructive it can be.’
‘What are you going to do, paint with your acidic sp**ms,’ I snorted.
‘Anche meglio, lo volontà fare tu urlo.’ (Even better, I will make you scre-m)
‘You know, you shouldn’t threaten someone that can murder you with rape,’ I scolded.
‘And you shouldn’t annoy someone who is stronger than you in every way.’
‘Aren’t you a doctor?’
‘What does that have to do with this?’
‘Don’t you use your certificate?’
‘Again, what?’
‘What use will mine be if I don’t use it? I’m a honoured graduate from The University Of Pestervile, annoying is the one unique thing about me no one can take away.’ I was expecting him to snarl but he laughed.
‘Yes, and I have truly missed your annoyance, not even Carlina could make me laugh and blow a fuss like you do.’ He said between his laugh. If I wasn’t too captivated by the sound of his laugh, I would have paid attention to the “Carlina.”
‘Can you get off me now?’
‘Will you insist on going back?’
‘Just get off me so we can talk like adults, I’m serious this time, cazzo,’ and I meant it. (d-ck) He rolled off me, grabbing the gun along with him. He parked himself at the edge of the bed and smiled at me. I sat up and folded my legs. ‘Listen to me Ame…’
‘Coco, you always call me that.’
‘Okay, Coco, I want to assure you that I will come back. I have been living for months with no memory of who I am, I grew to love the people around me, created new memories. You just coming out of the blue is hærd for me, my entire life is going to change and I need time to digest it all in, to get use to it. I need you to be considerate, I want you to think about me and not just about yourself, can you do that for me? Please?’ He looked at me unsurely, contemplating what to do. ‘Please, just for me, it will be like getting to know you again.’
‘I live in Italy, I will have to return home in two days, after the party tomorrow. I can’t leave you behind.’
‘You won’t, I will feel safer knowing I am with you but for now, let me spend my time with my family, please.’ I pleaded. He buried his face into his palms.
‘Please, don’t leave me. I’m afraid you will leave, run away.’
‘I won’t, I promise,’ he sniffed. ‘Please don’t cry, okay come here, I have a solution.’ I said, he looked at me with tears in his eyes.
‘You promise me, right?’ I nodded. He climbed into the bed and came close to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell back on the bed with him, pulling his l-ips down on mine. The k-ss started off slow but soon took a rougher and brutal turn, I knew he was upset, scared – yay to me for that – and sad, so I let him k-ss me roughly. Everything in me wanted him to be happy, he did love me enough to tattoo my name on his body after all. He k-ssed me like he wanted to devour me in that k-ss. He forced my l-ips apart with his tongue before driving straight in, invading my mouth. He ran his tongue over every single s₱0t, took control of the k-ss and my body as bonus. His strong dominance hit me from that k-ss, reminded me of something I couldn’t remember clearly.
He made me submit to him just with a k-ss, drowning me in desire and lust, swiping his hand along my inner th-gh and threatening to penetrate. I was only clad in a towel after all. By the time he pulled away, I was exhausted, really. He dipped a finger into me, causing a mo-n to blare out of my mouth. I arched my back, pushing my head back. He took advantage of that, k-ssing my windpipe and s-cking on every skin s-ckable. I placed my hand on his chest letting him work me up.
Ame added another finger, making me gasp at the sudden onslaught of s-nsation. I felt stretched and almost full, clutching on to his biceps as he continued to build my pleasure. My nerves were tingling, skin loving his lip assault, enjoying the marring, mind focused solely on the magic of his fingers and the continuous pleasure he was building for me. He was pushing me higher, higher, closer. It was a matter of time before my towel was tossed off me,
It was no stress getting the towel off me. He pulled his fingers out of me and brought it to my l-ips, I enthusiastically took them into my mouth, letting him eye me as I tasted and k-ssed his fingers, his hand taking the position of the first. He chuckled and redrew his hand, landing another k-ss on my windpipe, sniffing and biting me tenderly while I ran my fingers across his chest. His chest was rock hærd, s€×ily rock hærd and soft at the same time. I smiled as he purred into my br-asts, pushing his fingers deeper. He left my br-asts and traveled south, going closer to where was aching the most. The sight of Ame’s head between my legs made my body shiver with anticipation and the moment his mouth connected with my w-t folds, I cried out with pleasure.
Ame’s l-ips continued ravishing me as I elicit his desire by repeatedly calling the name he seems to love, “Coco”. I clutched the bedsheet as I came closer to the edge of my peak, the arch in my back giving him fuller access.
Voice one: okay Dora or Cookie, you just met the guy, you don’t know him.
Voice two: but he knows her and they are in love.
Voice one: are you going to ignore your instinct telling you to wait first?
I waved it all off and focused on the fact that he was now taking off his belt. He brought his l-ips back to mine, giving me a taste of myself again. I broke the k-ss as I remembered something. ‘Hey, you’re not wearing c-ndom, fix that.’
‘I’ll get you pills, I’m a doctor, remember?’
‘Are you sure?’
He k-ssed the side of my lip as he slowly rammed into me. ‘Promise.’ I closed my eyes and enjoyed the new feeling; hopefully, I won’t regret it.
To be continued.
Baby doll, you will.
🍂🔥 Authoress Bunmi B. Gabriel 🔥🍂