"Okay, this is getting creepy," Isabella blurted as Charles continued to order her steps.
They had already driven miles away from the hotel when Charles stopped the car and asked her to put on a blindfold.
Because she was wishing for a means to escape the terror in her heart, Isabella complied.
But, at that moment, as she lifted her leg to blindly step on something that felt wooden, she started to regret her choice.
"We are almost there. And I've got you, you won't fall," Charles's thick voice assured, and Isabella could not help a little tug on her lips.
"We have been walking forever."
"We are here."
A creaky sound backed Charles's announcement. Then, Isabella began to wonder where exactly they were. "Here, come in." He grabbed her hand again and led her like he had been doing for the past minutes.
"Can I get rid of this fold now?"
"Hmm... Wait a second." Isabella could not wait to see what the deal was. "Okay, you can remove it now."
Sighing as though she just escaped from a cage, her eyes were soon scanning the room and she could not help but feel connected to the place.
The strange feeling she got made her face Charles who was now seated on the edge of the huge bed in the room. After briefly eyeing the whiteness of the bedsheets, she asked, "Where is this place?"
"You can't tell?" he quizzed her, his arms folding across his broad chest.
Isabella took another look.
It was a modern room that had a simple touch to it. The plain walls complemented the neatness of the heavy carpet as well.
"Hmm. I don't know," was all Isabella uttered as she advanced toward the window side which was covered by large, patterned blue blinds. But, when she pushed the curtains to a side, realisation befell her and she instantly knew where they were. "I can't believe I couldn't recognize my hotel at first sight."
"This is just a room, you can't possibly identify every room in the building," Charles replied.
"Actually..." A small smile was on Isabella's face as she walked to the bed and sat close to her husband. "This room is a unique one."
"How so?"
"It is the only room that isn't designed with something from past centuries. It is a normal-looking room that is just right for anyone. We hardly give out this room but we always make sure to take good care of it."
"That's interesting." Isabella's head shifted and their eyes met. "Are you okay?" Charles finally asked and she closed her eyes for a second. "Talk to me, Bella."
She proceeded to lean on his shoulders when she felt his fingers in her hair. Isabella recalled everything that happened earlier in the hotel, and she searched for comfort in Charles's presence.
And, when she found it, her soul felt greatly soothed.
Then she replied to his question. "I am not so fine. But I will survive."
"I am glad." His fingers were now running through the length of her arm. "I am very glad."
"Aren't you going to ask me what Uncle Ben and I discussed?"
Charles shook his head. "Asking you about it will make you remember everything and I don't want that issue to bother you anymore."
Her hands wrapped around his waist, and she could not ignore the way his words made her feel. "Do you think he will survive?"
Isabella had no idea what she was thinking back there but she knew a part of her wanted Ben Idoh dead.
But a much more prominent part made her realise Ben Idoh had to suffer before he leaves the planet Earth. The way she suffered, he had to experience the same.
Or even worse.
He had called her father a sinner when he was no different. Either way, all sinners needed to pay for their iniquities.
"I hope he does. He must pay for what he has done. Because of him..." Charles removed her hands from his sides and cupped her cheeks after, his eyes dancing slowly. "Because of him, you had to run away from me."
"Yes, I left you."
"I told you not to feel bad about it," he mumbled while his thumbs began to caress what they could on her face.
"But I can't help it. I..."
His lips shut her up and she did not argue.
Isabella had been anticipating his touch.
"You talk too much," Charles murmured against her lips before he took her lips again, this time with more fierceness.
Soon, she was lying on the bed and he was hovering over her, still kissing away as seductively as possible.
"Are we spending the night here?" Isabella asked when he began to trail kisses down the skin of her neck.
"Hmm. I plan to do things to you right here." Sneakily, his right hand went past her top. With no haste in his motion, Charles began to run his fingers over her soft skin, over every scar on her abdomen and Isabella shuddered in response.
When she craned her neck for more, Charles took her earlobe and teased it with his tongue, the sweet feeling causing Isabella to give a low cry of growing satisfaction.
Then he kissed the back of her ear, blowing some air onto her lobe before taking it in between his lips again.
"Charles!" Isabella's hands strained against his chest as his hand under her top went higher and found a way to tease her hardening nipple.
So, while he sucked on her lobe, his fingers caressed the sensitive nipple as slowly as possible.
"Bella?" Charles called and when she gave an incoherent reply, he stopped what he was doing. His eyes gleaming, he stood straight and said, "I want to watch you strip."
Isabella smiled widely and she reached for the jacket over her shoulder.
When that one was tossed to a side, her top was almost joining the league. And by the time that cloth was past her head, she saw that even Charles had bared his chest.
"What?" He smirked. "Don't you want to see me strip?"
"Don't... Stop." Her haggard breath ordered.
Isabella swiftly reached for the zipper of her jeans just at the same time he did. After a few seconds, they were both stark naked and they could not stop feasting on each other's bodies.
Her hands now running through her skin from her lower abdomen all the way to her jugs, Isabella asked the sturdy man, "What now?"
Charles smirked again and slowly approached Isabella, his eyes showing how much he enjoyed watching her tease herself. When he was finally in front of her, he reached for her hands and used one of his hands to cage them behind her.
Without a word, Charles traced his other hand to her needy centre, their bodies bumping occasionally as Isabella tried to see if she could reach for his hardening manhood.
A thumb pressed against her sensitivity and she jolted a bit. A small moan came from her when he went on to take her clit in between his fingers.
"Do something," Isabella almost pleaded with Charles who stilled his hold on her bud. It was just torture for her. "Please."
Leaning in, his lips found the side of her neck again and while he took a deep inhale, he ran his fingers along her clit and a loud moan followed. He wouldn't let go of her hands so Isabella had to bear the fact that she could not grip him for support.
His finger soon began to work on her, creating floods of pleasure as time went on. He made her moan easily while he patiently pleased her. But with the way Isabella was feeling at that moment, she could not afford to go along with his patience.
"Charles, please. I want to feel you now."
"Are you sure?"
She knew he was ready for it. His veined member failed to hide its excitement.
Isabella nodded in response and she could already feel her back gently hitting the bed again, Charles holding her hands above her head.
Her lower body spread properly to accommodate the man whose growing thickness was poking her, and Isabella could not help but smile.
"Hmm..." Charles took a small lick of the skin of her right breast and Isabella begged him again to do exactly what she wanted.
She had had enough of his amazing foreplay.
Smiling still, Charles leaned in further and used his other hand to lift her back off the bed.
Isabella did as he requested and he slowly found his way into her sleek insides. He penetrated her, and her legs wrapped around him while she refused to let out a yelp.
Charles felt better than before. And that moment was more... erotic.
Especially with the way he held her hands and went in and out of her rhythmically.
The firm squeeze her walls gave his length whenever he took a long stroke into her seemed to insanely please Charles as he also moaned and hastily reached for her nipple with his mouth.
Isabella could think of nothing else. All she noticed was Charles and the way he made her feel. Her tingling body wanted more and more of Charles as he rode her into pleasure's land.
And that was what she got when he increased his speed and entered her with more impact, slapping sounds periodically filling the air, their breaths raging crazily.
Isabella cried for more, and Charles groaned about how good she felt and it didn't seem like anyone wanted to release yet.
But it was inevitable, the release had to come at some point.
A few minutes after, when Isabella screamed the entry of her climax, Charles took her earlobe like before and sucked sensually before he shook slightly, coming the same way she did.
Isabella felt so explosive. And she decided she wanted him and only him to continuously make her feel that way.
As their chests heaved together, Charles looked into her eyes and huskily asked, "Should we take this to the shower?"