Lost In His Arm

Tasha's POV

Watching my mom struggle to move up and ease the itching on her back broke my heart.

I struggled to keep the flood of water gathering in my eyes from rolling down.

She was in severe pain, and there was nothing I could do to help her. I smiled pretentiously to assure her that all was going to be alright and I would be by her side till the end.

I kept smiling reassuringly as she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. The doctors always induced her when the itch and ache were too much for her to bear.

I blamed myself for not being financially stable enough to help her; the doctors said it was a hopeless situation and nothing could be done to save her.

I sat by her bedside, held her hands, and prayed for a miracle. Anything to make her feel better would make me the happiest person on earth.

The doctor walked in and asked me to see him in his office. I gently dropped her hands on the bed and walked into the doctor's room.

I sat on the chair and hoped for the best. He looked at me cheerfully, and I could tell from his smile that it was both good and bad news.

"Miss Tasha," he said,

"There is hope for your mom."

My countenance changed immediately, and my cheeks glowed with joy.

"Go ahead, Doctor Mike; whatever it is, I am willing to do it."

"There is a donor that matches your mom's case, but it will cost you two million dollars." He continued. "The surgery will make her walk again, and she will be able to continue her life once more. But if we don't hurry up, the infection will spread, and she might lose her life."

My mouth suddenly turned sour; I could feel my heartbeat racing, and tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably.

"Two million dollars, Doctor?"

Where would I get such funds???? Even if I sell all we have, it will amount to nothing, and yet I have to make sure Mom is OK.

In a daze, I scrambled out of his office without saying another word.

Mom worked multiple shifts at different jobs to make sure I was OK; she did not relent at any point until she had a drastic accident that almost claimed her life. Her spine broke, and it's even a miracle that she is alive at this time.

Now we have found a donor, but where would two million come from?

I left the hospital, walked to the roadside, and hailed a cab.

"Take me to the 90ties clubhouse," I said as I got in and closed the door of the cab.

When we got there, I gave him a ten-dollar note and asked him to keep the change. I can't believe I'm being so generous today; it must be what people feel when their whole world is collapsing.

I walked into the club looking like a rejected maid. My hair was tied like a horsetail, and I wore a black long gown that was slit at the right side. It hugged me so well; my curves were showing, and multiple eyes followed me as I walked to the empty chair in the bar.

I had no makeup on and wore a low-heeled black sandal with my purse in my hand.

I ordered a glass of whisky; it was my first time, so I had to take it slow.

I sipped a little, and it hit my mouth and my chest. I took more sips, and soon I emptied the glass. I could hear the loud music playing, the disco light spinning around in different colours and the giggles of ladies as they jumped and danced around men.

I ordered another glass, and this time the first sip got to half of the glass.

I got up to join the dancing crowd but was stopped by a loud sexy voice behind me.

"May I buy you a drink?" She asked politely

I turned around and saw a tall, slender, busty lady. Her presence was distinct, and she had a lovely smile on her face.

"No, thank you," I yelled back to her over the loud music.

But she insisted, and this time she held my hands and dragged me to a seat close to her.

"My name is Bernice, and I like you," she said to me as she came up close so I could hear her.

"Whoa, whoa, hold it, lady, I'm straight. I'm no guy, ma'am. You're beautiful and all, but I don't do ladies." I leaned in and told her, then reclined as I stood up to take my leave.

She chuckled and assured me that she was also straight, but she had a business proposition for me.

She took me to a less noisy part of the club, where we sat down and listened to her go off about some crazy plan she thought I could fulfill.

"Would you be interested in spending the night in a five-star hotel with an irresistible man? I promise he won't bite," she said sarcastically.

I looked at her, irritated.

"How dare you miss?"

"Do I look homeless or desperate to you?"

She smiled again and said,

"It's not for free, Miss uh..." She raised an eyebrow, silently asking for my name

"Tasha, it's Tasha," I answered.

"Miss Tasha," she continued with a nod. "If you are interested, I would write you a cheque or if you prefer, I could transfer 500 dollars to your account instantly."

My ears became sharpened, and I tilted my head to the side to calculate what 500 dollars could do for me.

"What will I be doing for the night?" I asked her, sounding interested.

"All you have to do is make my boss happy. He has wild desires and loves role-playing in the room."

I looked at her again; this time my eyes shot daggers at her, and she got the message.

I told her that if anything happened to me, I would call the police immediately.

She assured me that I was safe and had nothing to worry about.

"OK, send the money first, then we can be on our way." She agreed, and in less than 5 minutes, my phone chimed, and I was 500 dollars richer.

I took my purse and followed behind her. As we got to the front of the club, a convertible black Chevrolet was packed outside waiting for us.

As we drove to the hotel, she said, "Don't make him beg; just do as he says, and if he is satisfied, he might offer you more bonuses."

The thought of having more money gladdened my heart. But what kind of things will he ask me to do? My heart could not help but shiver.

As we got to the hotel, my jaw dropped. I had only seen 5-star hotels on TV and sometimes when we drove past them on my way to school. The hotel was very magnificent; the top was painted like the sky after a rainy day. With little smiling clouds and a rainbow popping out from the edge of the building.

The woodwork was finely crafted with timber from the sacred forest of Beijing. The metals in the building looked like gold as they glowed. I shouldn't know stuff about buildings, but the curiosity in me is always blazing, and once in a while, a throng of topics avail themselves to me, and I can't help but flip through them.

This curiosity seemed to be worth it, as I could now put a label on the fancy things I laid my eyes on.

The reception was out of this world; they had like a thousand attendants, all smiling and welcoming us at each turn.

She said I had to clean up and look proper for her boss. I knew I was a mess, but who cared?

First, we stopped at a wax room, and she requested for the hair on my sensitive parts to be removed.

I screamed as the wax was pulled from my body, and I wondered what could hurt more than this.

Next, we went into a makeup studio, and my hair was washed and styled. My face was cleaned, and a little makeup was applied.

Who the heck was this boss?

Lastly, she had to change my clothes. The boss wants his lady to put on red lingerie with a loose gown that can be dropped with one finger. This earned an eye roll from me. This man must be a princess.

So far, I have been enjoying the treatment and attention. We shopped for the perfect lingerie, and we were on our way into the elevator to meet her boss.

Ding, the elevator stopped, and we walked to the third room on the 10th floor.

We knocked and waited for the response from her boss.

Immediately after the door opened, she walked away with a "have fun, dear," lining her back.

I walked in, and my jaw dropped as I saw the man she said was her boss.

Well, he wasn't a princess, but I'd get more waxes if needed. I subconsciously checked my legs to see if there was hair. Oh, the Sabrin, Nabin, Kabin-oh, forget her name. The wax lady did away with it.

He had green emerald eyes, and his shoulders were broad. He looked like a man who worked out. His perfectly chiselled jawline and the packs on his chest made my pussy quiver.

He was wearing a white armless vest that hugged his chest so tight, revealing his body.

He wore an Ash sweatpant that was slightly down his waist; his hip was showing, and I licked my lips at the thought of what lay below. I might not have experience, but I knew a fine, sexy man when I saw one, and heaven must have opened today.

He coughed, and I realized I had lost myself looking at the gift from the stars in front of me.

"Hi," I said, stretching my hands to introduce myself to him.

"Tasha, you are late," he said. Oops, it seems someone was not in a good mood, and there was no need to give my details as my name coming from him was all bliss.

His voice was husky, rich, and commanding. There was something about his voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"I am sorry we had to stop to get some things." I managed to tell him.

He looked at me, and I froze. His eyes ran through my body, and pools of sweat started to gather on my temple.

I sat on the sofa in the room, and he began to bring out some sex toys.

I saw a dildo, a whip, a vibrator, handcuffs, and a black veil.

I could not help but wonder what was going on.

He walked towards me, held my hands, and lifted me. I bent my face down, avoiding his gaze, but he lifted my face with his hands and placed a kiss on my lips.

I felt a hot sensation in my body. The part where I have never done this before, I intentionally left out to the lady who brought me here.

He kissed me more passionately, and I could not hold back anymore. I kissed him, and we were sucking each other's mouths fiercely. I couldn't lose to this fire, even if the only thing I'd ever kissed was my mom's cheeks.

He loosed my gown with two of his fingers, and my body was exposed before him. The bra barely covered my nipples, and the pants were a G-string. He looked at me and bit his lower lips. He pushed me to the bed and spread my legs apart.

He tilted my pants to the side and switched on the vibrator.

He placed it on my pussy and in a few seconds, I started to feel sensations on my body. My pussy throbbed, and I let out loud moans as the vibrations sent me out of this world.

He stood by and watched as I moaned and grabbed the bedsheets with both hands.

What sort of torture is this?

He moved towards me and kissed my lips again. He trailed kisses on my neck to my nipples. He removed the bra, cupped my breasts, and sucked precisely. I held his shoulders and pulled him up. I needed to taste his lips again.

He let go of my grip and cuffed my hands to both edges of the bed.

I could no longer touch him; I could only feel the vibration on my pussy and his warm mouth on my nipples.

He took the black veil and tied my eyes.

The feeling was so erotic that I moaned at the suspense of his actions.

I felt his soft hand circling on my pussy but not penetrating. I begged him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, but my pleadings only fed his ego as he inserted the dildo slowly at the tip of my pussy.

I was very wet, but because this was my first time, he could not penetrate easily.

He tickled my pussy with the vibrator, and I squirmed with each short penetration.

He stopped, and I could sense him moving closer to me. He touched my lips with his hands, and as I opened up to lick his fingers, he inserted his dick into my mouth and held my head. Moving it up and down, choking my neck, and giving himself a hard-on.

He moaned and asked me to call him Zaddy.

"Zaddy, please take me; please fuck me," I pleaded to him.

He loosed the blindfold and stirred directly into my eyes

"Say you want me, Tasha."

"Say Zaddy, please; I want only you."

I could care less about what he wants; I could no longer take the torture of anything he wants.

"Zaddy," I called out seductively, "I belong to you."

"Take me Zaddy, make me scream out your name."

He positioned himself on top of me and gradually inserted his dick into my pussy.

Slowly and gently, he gained more access, and as soon as he was fully inside of me, he let out a loud moan.

"You are a damn tight girl, and I love it."

He rammed into me faster and harder as he gained more access to my ass.

I enjoyed every bit of him and did not want him to stop. There was pain, but there was also pleasure. I could feel the pressure climbing as my climax was not far away. He suddenly stopped.

WTF???

"What are you doing, Zaddy? Please don't stop."

He loosed the cuffs on my hands and asks me to turn around for him. There was a large mirror in the room facing the king-size bed in the room. I turned around, and he asked me to kneel on the edge of the bed. I did, and I felt his dick on my ass.

"What do you want to do?" I asked innocently, still carried away in the moment

"Hush, baby girl, just trust me."

I faced the mirror and watched him lubricate the top of his dick.

He applied a generous portion to my ass and began to insert his dick in gradually.

I thought I had felt all the pleasure and pain when he fucked my pussy, but damn, this was another level of ecstasy for me.

Gradually and gently, he pushed in, and I would let out loud moans and call him zaddy.

Finally, he was inside, and it felt out of this world. He thrust in swiftly, and after a little while more, he withdrew and poured his cum on my body.

I was satisfied, and the look on his face said the same thing. I lay flat on the bed and reminisced about what just happened. It was an experience I was not going to forget in a hurry.

I dozed off after a while.

The alarm on my phone vibrated on the table close to the bed, and I jerked up. It was 5 a.m., and I had to prepare to head to the hospital.

I felt an arm on my body, and I turned around and saw him sleeping peacefully. I gently removed his hands and headed into the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and wore my black gown back. It was already 6 a.m., so I tip-toed outside the room and exited the hotel.

I arrived at the hospital feeling guilty and happy; 500 dollars was enough to keep Mom on her meds for another five days.

I walked into her room and saw her still sleeping. I smiled and sat on the chair close to her.

I held her hands and asked her to forgive me.

She opened her eyes and asked me what I was talking about, but I denied it and told her she was dreaming.

She wiped the tears from my eyes, and I peeked at her cheek.

The doctors said they had found a donor and we would soon go for the surgery. She smiled wearily and told me not to trouble myself.

I will get the money, and we will be alright, I assured her.

I knew it was an impossibility, but I was not going to give up.

Nelson'S POV

I woke up, and Tasha was gone. She was the first lady to submit herself to me easily like this. I wonder what Tamara told her to make her succumb to my every demand. The way she rolled her eyes and moaned out my name

"Zaddy" almost drove me crazy.

I want her; I want Tasha all to myself.

I brought out my cell phone and immediately placed a call to Bernice.

It rang twice before Tamara picked up

"Good morning, Mr Nelson, I hope you had a good night's rest." Her usual seductive tone rang out on the other end of the cold device.

"Thanks to you, Bernice, I had an awesome night."

"Can I have the address of the lady that you brought last night?"

"She was exceptional, and I need to see her again."

Unknown to me, my words angered her, but I couldn't care less, and she responded to me in a rather aggressive tone.

"She is not from this side of the States; she has gone back to where she came from."

"Watch your tone, Bernice; it's not hard to find the perfect replacement for you."

I scoffed and hung up the call.

Tamara had always liked me since our teenage days. Her brother was a very close friend of mine; we did shitty stuff together and made a pact never to date any family members. I noticed her desire to be submissive, but I can never allow such feelings to manifest.

Tasha, Tasha, Tasha I mentally called out to myself.

I will get you one day.

I stood up from my bed and looked at her lingerie on the floor, picked it up, sniffed it, and just like that, memories of her tight ass and pussy flashed across my mind.

I walked into the bathroom, had my bath, and wore the black stoned shirt that I just ordered from Amazon with sky-blue denim jeans. I sprayed my L'Amour perfume and headed to the office.

As soon as I got there, I saw Tamara looking frustrated, but I waved, walked past her, and immediately commanded her to see me in my office.

She followed behind me and greeted me. It was her duty to make sure I had an easy and fulfilled day, or else why would I pay you a hundred grand monthly?

I asked her to get me a cup of coffee and prepared to leave the hotel without any breakfast. She turned around to take her leave, but the hook on the doorknob held onto her tight skirt and tore it.

I hurried back into my office to avoid others seeing her ass. She used her hands to cover some small parts of her ass and turned around, facing the door.

I stared at her, and for a moment there, my dick was bulging. She was a sight to behold.

Not to get carried away with her, I stood up and covered her with my suit hanging on the chair.

Don't worry, Bernice; sit in my office. I will get something nice for you to wear. You are a size 10, right? I asked

She nodded, and I headed for the door, but she held me back and stirred directly into my eyes. She bit her lower lip and pushed her chest up.

It took all the strength I had to avoid ripping her little pink blouse and what remained of that skirt and sucking her nipples.

Thoughts of turning her around and ramming into her exposed ass ran through my mind, whipping her gently as she moaned and called out my name, but I had to hold myself back.

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat and withdrew my hand from her. I won't be long Bernice, make sure to close the door.

I walked and hid the bulge between my legs with my briefcase.

I got into my car and zoomed off. Tamara almost made me forget my pact today with her clumsiness and silly seduction. I hissed at thoughts of her, and why did my dick have to rise to every occasion of a naked ass? This fella still had a lot to learn.

As I got to the mall, where I had an appointment, I put a call through to Lavid to deliver one of the limited edition skirts I saw on their show to Tamara at the office. Lavid's overjoyed voice on the other end of the call was something I'd do anything to avoid. But the occasion calls for it. After my appointment, I couldn't go back to the office but stopped by to get a cup of coffee.

As I walked into the café, I could not believe my eyes as I saw Tasha serving coffee and smiling at guests sitting and placing their orders.

This is a very good day indeed, I thought to myself. I walked up to her and placed my order, not lifting her head; she was responding and recording my order. When she was done taking down my request, she lifted her head, and our eyes locked.

The cup of coffee in her hand dropped, and she was speechless.

"Hello Tasha, You know it's rude to leave without saying goodbye?"

She rolled her eyes at me and pretended not to remember what I was talking about.

I was not going to let her go again, I held her hands and asked her to have dinner with me

She hissed and poured the remaining little coffee in her cup on me.

"Getaway from me, you bastard."

"I don't know you and will never have anything to do with you."