“Kidnap Me” by Ify Asia Chiemeziem
Ify Asia Chiemeziem
Read what she said about herself: “…I am, a mother of three lovely children, a wife and doing what I have always loved to do as a child, writing. Taking motherhood as a profession, I introduce myself as a primary care giver. It gets people knotted up most times. Mothering children has not diminished my sense of adventure, rather heightened it tremendously. Though, I am doing all the adventuring in my writing career. I am basically a story teller; I enjoy constructing or weaving these fantasies using realties as frames. My greatest joy in life is having people reading and enjoying these stories. The most challenging part of writing, to me, is Facebooking while breastfeeding. I never mastered that art. My number one fan and critique is my husband Tchidi. He is in the category of people who should have been writers but got caught up in something else. He is a good story teller like his late father. Whenever I run short of stories he supplies me some from his family’s archive. My favourite author is the late Cyprain Ekwensi, his writing style intrigues me. He is a master story-teller. I like Chinua Achebe, James Hardley Chase and some others too. Wole Soyinka scares me (I like his hair style more). My favourite actors are Rita Dominic, the late Afolabi Afolayan, Patience Ozokwor and Ramsey Noah (because he is handsome and dresses well). Our New Priest is my first published novel and Ibito is already in the pipeline (Nigerian English), so is Forgotten Sins, all fantastic stories. Let me stop talking here. There is so much about myself to talk about that you have to keep visiting this blog to learn more, anytime in the future.”
Excerpts from KIDNAP ME, Chapter 1:
Julius stared at the sleeping form of his wife for a long time, wondering how life would have been without her.
From head to toe, she was unimaginably beautiful. Her skin glowed in the semi-darkness, her hips curved to perfection. And if she wasn’t backing him, he would be looking at well-endowed chests and finely sculpted face. He loved her lips the most.
But with all these, Julius still wished his wife dead, or better still, lost. He wanted and needed a life devoid of her. He had never known peace and happiness since he married her. And he always wondered how he missed these deadly qualities he was just finding out after foolishly getting himself hitched to her.
He had run from pillar to post to solve the problems which were his wife. He was still searching; looking for solutions and dying slowly each day he spent with her. He wasn’t actually dying physically, for she would not let him, but his spirit had withered, shrivelled out.
Maybe he should just reach over now and try strangling her again. The last time he tried it, he regretted it for weeks. She punished him thoroughly and he thought God would finally grant him his wish and take away his miserable life, but that didn’t happen. He lived on, to suffer more in her cruel clutches.
She stirred, sighing in her sleep. Julius quickly dived back on the bed, closing his eyes tight.
‘I know you are awake,’ Venus said softly, her eyes still closed. ‘I could hear you thinking in my sleep, thinking one of your evil thoughts.’
Julius remained still. She must not know he was awake or he would be in for a gruelling night.
Venus sat up, opening her beautiful eyes and smiling down at him. She reached over and smacked his cheek. ‘Get up,’ she ordered him gently. ‘Since you are awake, we can have some fun.’
Julius was already quaking. He was hungry and tired. If she handled him again, he wouldn’t be able to go to work the next day. His fashion business was already suffering as it was. The top of the shelf boutique he opened eight years ago, that steadily drew classy crowd for five years until he married Venus, then the success of his businesses suddenly depended on her moods. He wished to God he never opened that boutique, the reason and where he met her.
Venus removed her flimsy red nightie. ‘Come, I need it. You made me horny just by using your brain too much this middle of the night.’
He lay prone.
She got up and straddled him. He opened his eyes and sighed. ‘Venus, I am tired and hungry.’
She opened her eyes wide in shock. ‘Why didn’t you eat?’
‘There was no food in the house and I had no money.’
She shrugged. ‘’Kay, I will get you something to eat later. You shouldn’t have returned late today. I have warned you several times to always come back early.’
‘The last of my workers left today. I had to run the shop alone.’
She shrugged again. ‘Well, if you had been a good husband, I would have come to the boutique to help you out.’
‘Venus, I am a good husband. I do everything you tell me. Why don’t you have mercy on me and…’
Her eyes suddenly changed colours, from light brown to stormy black orbs. ‘What? You want me to leave you again? To divorce you?’
Julius held his breath.
‘Well, you know I will never leave you. I love you too much. I want us to have children. Plenty children. I have always wanted them. Maybe seven girls and a boy.’ She smiled. Then screamed, ‘but you don’t want to give me children! You are deliberately impotent!’
Julius covered her mouth with his palm. ‘Shhh! The neighbours. You don’t want police case again?’
She scuffed. ‘Let them go and pick police again that we are disturbing their peace and they will regret it the way they did the last time.’
‘Julius shifted a little under her weight. ‘I was the one that suffered it. The police men let you go and threw me behind counter all night.’
‘Well, I poisoned the neighbours four Alsatians to revenge your incarceration. They couldn’t prove it.’
‘That was cruel. Whatever the poor dogs did to you.’
‘They disturbed my peace by barking.’
‘When there is an intruder.’
She hissed. ‘I don’t need mere dogs to protect me. They weren’t mine so why should they be barking for me?’
Julius shut up. He didn’t want to rile her. He hoped she had forgotten about sex.
She disappointed him. ‘Darling,’ she purred, ‘I am all wet and dripping. Can you feel it?’ she caught hold of his hand and shoved it under her, in between her legs. ‘Feel it.’
He sighed, resigning to fate.
She grabbed his penis and began to work on them, massaging and sucking it. Against his wish, his thing sprang to life. She grinned happily, that was the only part of him she really liked a lot.
She lifted herself up, positioned his member at the tip of her opening, eased it in smoothly and began to ride him, moaning as she did so.
She was on top of him for thirty minutes flat. He remained hard while she rocked, climaxing several times in a row. She climbed off him when she was done, his manhood still stiff.
She padded to the kitchen, still naked, returning a minute later with a plate of rice and salad and a bottle of chilled Star beer. He didn’t wonder where she got it from. He was used to that. She could produce whatever dish she wished anytime and could make the house empty of food too.
She placed the food on a bedside stool and returned to bed. Julius jumped up immediately to eat but she held him. ‘We are not through yet. I had just few orgasms. I need more.’
Julius shook his head. ‘I am starving.’ He stubbornly carried the food and spooned in rice to his mouth and chewed it fast. His throat constricted when he tried to swallow. He tried several times to swallow the food but couldn’t. Then his chest began to burn. He looked at his wife. She was glaring at him with squally eyes. He returned the food to the table and lay back on the bed, his penis pointing upwards like a long metal water pump.
Wordlessly, Venus climbed on top of him and began to ride him again. She climaxed thirty minutes later and that was when he could swallow his food. He ate hungrily, polishing off the plate in a flash and chasing it down with gulps of his beer, breathing like he ran a mountain race. She brought more food to him, rubbing his back as he ate.
Culled from: NEWS AT 247
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