"What on earth is going on here?" Yolanda Nyoni, the impatient 21-year-old, asked as she stood with one hand on her hip and the other clutching a stack of money.

She impatiently tapped her foot, clad in stilettos, as she brandished the stack of money towards the man who was sitting on the edge of the bed and adjusting his tie.

"This is the money you requested," replied 34-year-old Gershom Chomba, looking sheepish and muttering curses under his breath.

He had hoped she would not bring up the topic of the money until their sexual rendezvous was over. It would have been easier to appease her with sweet nothings during a steamy session.

"Mxxxtch," Yolanda sneered followed by a long, teeth-kissing sound, a stark contrast to her usually gentle and sophisticated demeanor. "What do you think I am? I don't put up with nonsense," she stated firmly and threw the stack of cash at Gershom's face in frustration.

The force of Yolanda's throw was so strong that the crisp hundred dollar notes broke free from the paper clip that held them together. The notes fluttered in the air before slowly drifting down to the floor of the tiled motel room. 'This is a thousand dollars short.'

He stole a quick glance at his furious girlfriend and inwardly groaned. He realized that he should have known better than to mess with her volcanic temper.

Gathering his courage, he looked up at the curvy girl in the sexy, midnight blue baby doll, crotchless lingerie.

The moment she had taken off her sexy, black trench coat to reveal the sheer see-through baby doll lingerie, desire had flared up in his body. He itched to touch her curvy and moonlight-yellow body and bury himself deep inside her tight channel.

'I know.' He had expected this reaction except he had not thought she would demand the money as soon he walked into the room.

Throughout the day, she had been on his mind. Earlier in the day, while the whole world slept, he had woken up to an erotic video of her 'playing' with herself while calling out his name with passion-filled eyes.

The lewd video had left the thirty-four-year-old father of three sexually frustrated.

Unfortunately for his wife, who just happened to have stirred in her sleep at that very moment, she became the receiver of his lust evoked by another woman.

Moreover, during the day, his phone had pinged nonstop with more of her lascivious pictures. By the time he was clocking off for the day and heading towards their usual place of rendezvous, his lust for her was already evident in his slacks.

'Well?'

'I am strapped for cash at the moment.'

He was a family man. He had a wife and three hungry mouths to feed. There were mounting bills at work and employees who wanted their salaries. As it already was, this year-long affair had already taken its toll on him and his relationship with his wife and family.

What had been merely fun and games had slowly begun turning into a headache. On one hand, he had his nagging wife while on the other hand was his girlfriend who thought him to be a walking-talking ATM. Her demands were getting ridiculous by the day.

'Mxxxtchw." she let out a long kissing teeth sound. Contrast with her gentle and elegant demeanor. "What do you take me for? I do not tolerate nonsense,' she said and threw the wad of money to his face.

The force of Yolanda's throw was so strong that the crisp notes broke free from the paper clip that held them together. The notes fluttered in the air before slowly drifting down to the floor of the tiled motel room.

He stole a glance at his furious girlfriend and inwardly groaned. He realized that he should have known better than to mess with her volcanic temper.

Gershom heaved a frustrated sigh and looked up at the curvy girl in the sexy, midnight blue baby doll, crotchless lingerie.

Another frustrated sigh escaped from his mouth as he thought about the money he had spent on Yolanda.

Despite his comfortable lifestyle, he was far from being wealthy, and the idea of spending large sums of money on a woman, especially one who wasn't his wife, was foreign to him. But all of that changed when he met Yolanda.

He was drawn to her youthful glow and her confident, curvy figure. He had always been a practical person, but the urge to impress Yolanda was too strong to ignore. Throughout their relationship, he had spent close to a hundred thousand dollars on her, and it had come back to haunt him.

Now, as he stood in the motel room surrounded by scattered money and an angry girlfriend, he couldn't help but regret his impulsive spending.

He was now in a difficult situation, trying to calm down an angry girlfriend as well as reason with her. From the start, he had given the girl a wrong impression of him.

That of one who would spend his money careless with no care about the future cause he had an endless supply of it.

He wished he could turn back the clock and undo his foolish actions.

Nevertheless, as ridiculous and preposterous as Yolanda's demands were, she was worth it.

In her prime, she had a youthful glow to her smooth skin and had the perfect curves.

Most importantly, she had been a virgin.

He was her first.

Their first time together was better than his first time with his wife, who also had been a virgin.

Just thinking of their first time together made his shaft twitch in anticipation.

"I know."

"Well?"

"I'm just strapped for cash at the moment..."

'And how the hell is that any of my business?' Yolanda snapped, cutting him off and his never-ending excuses.

'Come on baby,' Gershom said standing up.

Gershom bent down and picked up the scattered notes from the floor. He walked over to Yolanda and placed the money neatly in her purse. He then gently pulled her closer to him, trying to ease the tension between them.

"Just bear with me for a little while," he said, trying to reassure her. "I promise I'll get you the rest of the money by the end of this week. I know I messed up, but I'm going to make it right."

He could see the frustration and anger in her eyes start to fade, and he hoped that his words would be enough to calm her down. Gershom knew that he had a lot of work to do to regain her trust, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

He drew her closer to him. At this moment, all he wanted was to have her naked body pinned under him and hear her moan out in pleasure as their sweaty bodies rubbed together. Gliding his hands over her smooth, soft, taut, and firm skin, the heat from her body excited him more.

' I promise I will give you double what you asked for.'

Meshing his lips to her, he left her with no room to argue. When she finally managed to shove him away, she breathlessly asked if he meant to keep his promise.

Nodding, he whispered a bunch of nonsensical words into her ears, while backing away to the bed. As his mouth sorted hers, Yolanda's tiny hands reached for his shirt. Caught in the wave of passion, she ripped the shirt apart and pushed him to the bed.

Inwardly, Gershom was ecstatic that he finally managed to appease her. As he fell back on the bed, he was pleased to note that her eyes were glazed with arousal.

Taking the lead, Yolanda straddled him and trailed kisses on his chest. Her hot breath on his skin had him closing his eyes and groaning out in pleasure.

Gershom slid his hands up her hips and tugged at her pants to pull them down. He wanted the barrier between them off, once and for all, he was at the end of his patience. He thought if he waited any longer, he would explode. Sensing his impatience Yolanda halted his actions shaking her head.

'Not yet,' she whispered in his ears, her breath hot against his skin, exciting him more.

'I can't hold on any longer,' he growled through his teeth.

She smiled against his mouth and captured his lips into a sensual kiss as she glided herself against his arousal.

Gershom closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations coursing through his body. With her hands firmly pressed against his chest, she didn't stop dry-humping him until her intimate juices coated the length of his bulge in his pants and she was breathless.

Yolanda grabbed his hands and held them above his head. Reaching in her bag, she took out a pair of blue padded cuffs and strapped him to the metal headboard.

His aching shaft twitched and dripped with pre-cum in anticipation of what she had planned.

One of the reasons why he loved her this much was because she was a freak in bed. He loved her unrestrained wild bedroom antics, unlike his wife who only conformed to 'godly' ways.

Yolanda brought her lips to his and devoured them until his breath came in pants.

Her dainty hands slid south past his firm abs. She moved her lips from his mouth, down his hairy chest. With his breath held, his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched her, anticipating her next move.

She first took off his shoes, and then reached for the buckle of his pants. For each inch of skin exposed, she rewarded him with a kiss. By the time he was done and he was already in his birthday suit and his phallus was standing proud and free, Gershom thought she was the best thing that had ever happened to this world. Each time he was with her, it was better than the first time.

Using his tie, she bound his feet to the bed. As he lay eagle spread on the bed, watching her twerk her body for him, he did not doubt that she was indeed the eighth-world wonder. His eighth world wonder.

"Oh, baby, you know what I like," Gershom said in a husky voice, his anticipation growing with each passing moment. He was fully caught up in the moment, but just as he was getting excited, Yolanda suddenly turned and grabbed her coat from the sofa.

She began to button up her coat, and Gershom's heart sank. "What's going on?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I'm leaving," she said simply, without looking back at him.

Gershom struggled against the cuffs that held him to the headboard. "Wait, what about us?" he asked, nodding to his twitching member that desperately needed some attention.

Yolanda looked up at him, a small smile on her face.

Gershom let out a desperate sigh, his heart racing. "Yolanda, come on, this is not a joke," he said, trying to sound calm despite his growing anxiety.

"I'm not joking, Gershom. From now on, it's going to cost you a lot to have me," she said firmly.

"We can talk about this. I will get you the money," he said, his voice laced with desperation.

"Really? Do you have my money now?" she asked, her tone cold and distant. "I told you I needed five thousand dollars for my hair and upkeep, and you said you'd take care of it. But it's been two days, and I still don't have it."

'...'

Gershom sighed, feeling helpless. He knew that Yolanda was high maintenance and he was aware that keeping her happy and satisfied wasn't cheap. He had made a promise to take care of her, but now he was falling short.

"I'm sorry, Yolie. I've been working on getting the money, but it's taking longer than I thought," he said, trying to appease her.

"Working on getting the money?" Yolanda repeated, her tone becoming more and more frustrated. "You know I don't tolerate excuses. If you can't keep up with my needs, then maybe it's best if we go our separate ways."

Gershom's heart sank at the thought of losing Yolanda. He knew that he had to come up with the money, and fast, or he would lose her for good.

'Yolie babez come on,' he pleaded pitifully, nodding towards his swollen member. 'I did promise that I will get you something by the end of the week...'

"You sure are good at spewing empty promises."

Gershom sighed, feeling the weight of her accusations. He knew he had let her down in the past, but he didn't think it was intentional. Money had been tight and he couldn't keep up with her demanding lifestyle.

Since they had started dating, she had changed her phone three times already. Just two months back, he bought her the Samsung Galaxy Note 8, yet she was already demanding for an iPhone.

It was absurd really. The phones he got her were the best and latest on the market.

Even his wife had not changed her phone in three years. She was still using the Samsung Note 4 mini.

'I promise, I will make it up to you this time. Just give me one more chance.' he pleaded.

Yolanda looked at him, a mixture of anger and frustration were written all over her face. 'I'm tired of your empty promises, Gershom. It's time you walk the talk. You should know I have plenty of pursuers."

Gershom knew he had to come up with the money fast, or he could lose the one thing that he treasured more than anything else in the world - Yolanda.

He shook his head. He couldn't imagine his Yolie in the arms of another man. He was her first. The fact that she had given him her purity made him possessive of her. She was his for keeps.

'You are right. A week is too far. How about tomorrow huh? Before noon tomorrow, I will get you that phone you want as well as the 5K.'

'Promise?'

'I promise. Now stop being insensible and untie me. I want you so bad babez.'

'Ok.' She replied, dropped her purse and the coat, walked over to him, and meshed their lips together. What followed for the next few minutes were moans and groans as the two devoured each other's lips as if it was the end of the world.

Yolanda used her hands to work her magic on his member but just as he was about to reach his pinnacle, Yolanda abruptly pulled away from him, a smirk on her face.

'Yolie?' he looked up at her, dazed. He couldn't trust the smirk on her face.

'Go home Gershom. Call me only when you are man enough to cater to my needs...'

'Yolie...Yolie...Yolanda, this is not funny... Yo…Yolie come on, you can't leave me like this!'

'My body is not for free.' She replied, grabbed the sexy knee-length coat, and slipped into it.

Reaching for her purse, she flipped her waist-length Peruvian weave over her shoulder and when she reached the door, she threw the keys over her shoulder uncaring for where the tiny metallic object landed.

Gershom called out to her to come back but she never did. She closed the door behind her and put the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on the door.

Gershom was left alone in the motel room, restrained to the bed, and frustrated at himself for getting into this situation. He had let his desires get the better of him and now he was paying the price. He knew he had to do something to fix the situation and get Yolanda back, but he wasn't sure what that something was.

Meanwhile…

Yolanda stepped out of the elevator and strutted down the lobby, her high heels clicking on the tiles with each step. As she walked, she made a mental note to get her hair and nails done, and maybe treat herself to a spa day too. All these expenses would be covered once Gershom coughed up the rest of the money she was owed.

She smirked to herself, knowing that she had Gershom exactly where she wanted him. He was a man who couldn't resist her, and she was happy to exploit that weakness to get what she wanted.

It was a simple game, really. Give the man what he wanted and make him pay for it. Yolanda had perfected it and she was more than happy to continue playing.

'Room 423,' she called over her shoulders as she walked past the receptionist's desk. 'Your guest needs your help.'

~•~•~•~•~

As Yolanda walked out past the revolving doors, the landline on the table rang.

The receptionist, who had just started her shift, sighed and picked up the phone. It was going to be a long night, she thought to herself.

On the other side of the line was one of their guests complaining of noise disturbance from the room next door on the fifth floor.

The receptionist apologized and sent a maintenance worker to check on the room and resolve the issue.

As the worker approached the room, he could hear muffled sounds and moans coming from inside. He hesitated before knocking, but ultimately decided to see if everything was okay.

'Housekeeping,' he called out. When there was no answer, he opened the door with his master key and peered into the room.

To his surprise, he found Gershom, still restrained to the bed and looking frazzled. The worker covered him with a towel and quickly called for security.

Two security personnel came. They found their colleague on all fours looking for something.

The two security officers could hardly hide their surprise when they saw the sweating restrained man.

Mortification washed over Gershom Chomba as the audience increased. 'Don't just stand there. Find the damn keys!"

It took them a little over five minutes to find the keys.

'What happened here?' the first security man asked, trying to hide his shock and curiosity as he incurred him.

'It's a long story,' Gershom replied, rubbing his wrists.

'Well, sir. I think it's time you checked out,' the maintenance worker said, his professional demeanor back in place.

Gershom sighed, collected his things, and checked out of the motel. As he made his way to his car, he couldn't help but think about what had just happened. He was left with a feeling of regret and disappointment in himself.

To say he was mortified would be an understatement. He had never been in such a compromising situation and he couldn't help but think of what Yolanda had done to him. He knew he needed to fix the mess that he had created.

As he drove away from the hotel, and headed back to his normal life, the events of that night stayed with him and he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him and Yolanda.

It was clear that he had some decisions to make and some changes to implement in his life. He couldn't continue to live a double life and keep making excuses for his actions. He had to find a way to balance his desires and his responsibilities.

Gershom made a promise to himself that he would make things right and he would find a way to get Yolanda back without sacrificing the life he had built for himself. This would require time, effort, and a great deal of maturity. He was ready to take on the challenge and he was determined to make it work.