Page 37 of Possessing the Prince

I lay her head on my chest and settle her deeper into my lap. “Rest, Precious, we are almost at the airstrip. We will fly the helicopter back to Kumasi and then I will restore you to our world, bit by delicious bit.”

Abena falls asleep quickly, and when we reach the airstrip, I take her in my arms and carry her from the truck to the helicopter. Once I buckle her in and rest her head on my shoulder, I give the signal and Zayd flies us home. Maya and Adom decided to take the drive back, and I’m grateful for the privacy. I am thankful I added an airstrip to y property because it simplifies travel. Once we land, I gently shake Abena awake.

“We’re home, Precious.”

Abena yawns and stretches. “ Good, but I’m so tired Senya. I don’t think I can walk a step.”

“No worries, I’ve got you.”

I carry Abena to the front door where my face disarms the alarm. The entire security system has been upgraded and new guards flown in from Dubai. Cameras are on every inch of the compound, and I am able to see what’s happening from every corner of the property at once from my phone. Abena will hate the lack of privacy, but prayerfully her ordeal will make her more amenable to it. I don’t want it to feel like a prison. This is our home. But I do want it to feel impermeable and safe. I could not trust any of my old staff except Christian. He is the only man I retained.

Once we get inside, Abena asks to be let down. She looks around our home and the tears flow. Abena is not usually a crier. There have been many times I thought she might over the years, but ultimately, she rarely does. Her bottom lip may tremble, and her voice may waver, but the dam seldom breaks. But lately, her vulnerability has been on full display. This ordeal has clearly broken her, and my heart is equally shattered. My precious girl. My wife and the absolute love of my life is in pieces and I must restore her.

I take Abena in my arms and hug her until there is not a tear left. We stand in my massive foyer for what seems like an eternity before Christian appears.

“Sir, is there anything you need from me?”

“Yes. I need you to dismiss the entire house staff for the week. Mrs. T’ogbe and I would like to be alone. Security detail should ramp up their efforts. I will debrief you later.”

Christian nods. “We’re happy to have you back, Mrs. T’ogbe.” Abena looks at him and flashes a beautiful smile.

“Thank you, Christian.” Her voice is hoarse and barely audible. Christian quickly makes himself scarce and I turn to my love.

“Abena, go to the bedroom and wait for me there. I want to prepare some things for you. I will be there in a moment.”

She nods and heads down the hallway. I go to the fridge and find sparkling pomegranate juice. The pomegranates come from the grove of trees I planted on my property. This is a moment I miss a good glass of wine or a stiff drink. But I know Abena does not need a vice right now. She needs me.

I grab all the berries in my fridge and get two of my best cigars from my office. Abena loves them, and I want to relax her. When I return to the bedroom, she has already undressed and started to run some bath water. I quickly discard my clothes as well and carry her into the hot water with me.

I bathe her and hold her tight. I lather her up with sandalwood oils and black soap. Seeing the white soapy water run down her beautiful cocoa-colored thighs makes my dick ache, but I will delay the gratification of sex for another time. I want tonight to be about her. Everything will move at her pace. Not overtaking her body in pleasure requires every ounce of restraint I have.I want her.

When we exit the tub, I dry her off, and she reciprocates the gesture. I wrap her in a soft and fluffy bathrobe before placing a matching one on. We walk to the small sitting area I had newly installed in my room for Abena and she gasps. I know sh likes to sit in her room in London and read, and I knew there was no space like that here. There is a white Natuzzi leather couch, glass coffee table, and soft side chairs. She takes a seat on the couch and takes in the luxury of the sitting area and the spread I prepared for her.

“Prince T’ogbe. What is all of this?” she asks softly.

“It is the start of a new chapter for us. Just relax.” I pour a glass of the sparkling juice and hand it to her. She leans back and rests her leg on the table as she sips her juice. Her robe falls open and I can see her sweet cunt, but I focus on lighting her cigar. She claps gleefully when I give it to her.

“Oh, you definitely know what I like, Prince.”

I chuckle. “More than you know, Precious. Lay back and relax; I will give you a foot massage.”

She groans. “That sounds like heaven.” Abena leans back and closes her eyes. I pull out a small bottle of coconut oil I placed in the pocket of my robe and put a good amount of it into my hands. Then I get to work.

I rub Abena’s feet and then move to her calves, knees, and legs. Watching my large hands caress and handle her delicate limbs turns my dick hard as stone. At first, she just rests with her eyes closed, sipping her drink and smoking her cigar. Then I hear her voice.

“Higher, Senya. Touch me higher.”

She will never have to ask me twice.

I massage higher up on her thighs until I skim her sweet pussy. When I hear her moan with pleasure, I know the mood has shifted.

Abena sits up and downs the rest of her drink before offering me the rest of her cigar. I take a few puffs while she stares at me, her eyes begging me to fuck her. She leans over and places both hands on my thighs and rubs up and down my stiff muscles. “Kiss me,” she whispers.

I put the cigar down and take her mouth for a ride I kiss her with the ferocity of a lion, and she responds by taking off her robe. I lean her back and place each of her legs on my shoulder as I dive in to eat her pussy until she forgets her own fucking name. It doesn’t take long for the first tidal wave of pleasure to drown me in satisfaction.

I want Abena to forget the Apeagyeis. I want her to forget that she ever was an Owusu with a coward father. I want her to forget that she was ever locked in a fetish shrine. I want her to come again until all she can see is the perfect life I've built for her. I lick her clit until her pussy flows once again like a faucet.

Tonight my mission is to stay right here and ensure the tap runs all night long.

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