4 I'm Not Done With You Yet
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Chapter 4 I'm not done with you yet
"You feel so tight Rylee. Have you ever....?"
I shake my head slightly no, not sure what he plans on doing. >>
I don't like being without clothing. Albeit thin, the clothing they provided to me is something of a cushion against their... Interrogations.
He licks his lips again and his jaw hardens as he stares at my body. He uses a hand to push his glasses up and then removes his white coat.
"I do not know why the goddess has chosen you for me, but it is. I intend to claim you. Today I think."
Claim me. Like a lost bag at the airport. That's a normal thing to say.
I feel exposed under his glare but I feel as though I have no choice.
I'm 18 apparently, and smaller due to malnourishment. My once healthy and athletic body has shriveled for survival, and yet, here is this man staring at me with complete and utter desire. I have never experienced this. Secured down and in prison, I have nowhere to run.
I take the moment to dare examine him back. His muscles are evident through his clothing, with his pectorals pushing through his shirt. He looked to be in his early 20's - a college boy. While I have been locked in here, he has been working out and studying. I feel jealous of this. It was obvious he worked with his hands as they were calloused. His face was scruffy, with his tan skin, black hair, and rich brown eyes.
I nearly forget everything staring into his eyes. They are deep and earthy and make me feel …like the soil after a spring rain.
His gaze meets mine and I blush at getting caught.
I blush.
I feel the heat of embarrassment on my cheeks.
He moves his hands over my body. I shiver. I feel my body stirring in ways I have never before.
How has this shifted from what I have experienced in the past years to this… who is this man?
"You smell... So good." A growl enters his voice "You do not even know who you are. Or what you are. It does not matter Rylee. The only thing you need to know is that you are mine." My stomach tightens at that.
My mind clouds with his scent and I want to be his, whatever that entails. His scent is like an aphrodisiac that lowers my inhibitions alarmingly so.
His hands stop at my breast and he starts to circle my n*****s with his thumbs. He gets both of my n*****s hard with his attention. I start to feel heated in new areas.
What is this man doing to me?
His touch gets more urgent as he starts to knead my breasts. He lowers his head and hungrily swallows them in his mouth, using his teeth to lightly tug at my n****e.
I gasp lightly. I have never felt this before. My gasp seems to encourage him and moves his body closer to mine and I relax into my restraints. His affections cause my body to ripple with desire.
His mouth starts trailing up my chest,
my neck,
and he lands on my lips.
His hand moves behind my head and he pulls me closer and deeper into his kissing.
I have never kissed a boy before. I let him dominate me and I submit to his lead.
His other hand has slid into my p***y. A thumb is pressing on my clit while a finger is pushed inside me. A squeak escapes my mouth breaking our kiss. No one has ever touched me there, I haven't even touched myself there.
"Oh, you like that? My little mouse you feel so warm." He noticed that I had widened my thighs a bit as his hand continues its assault.
I squeak so he calls me a little mouse, a pet name.
I start to pant.
His eyes flick up to mine, "You feel so tight, Rylee. Have you ever....?"
I shake my head slightly no, not sure what he plans on doing.
He grins and pulls away. He steps away to a table. My body wants to pull towards him, the sudden lack of stimulation tugging me into his gravity. I can't move, but damn I want to. I watch as he starts to undress, first by removing his glasses and his shirt. And then his pants...
I have never seen a man. I start to feel more curious than anything.
He opens his pants button and unzips, but leaves the pants resting on his hips. I notice a growing hard impression inside his boxers.
Is that.... a c**k? The whole thing?! Oh f**k.
Wordlessly he steps between my legs and squats down and gently bites my clit.
Oh, f**k what is that doing to me?
He starts to use his tongue to circle my clit, alternating circles, and nips.
One hand of his grips my lower back and the other snakes up between my thighs. He starts with one inside my folds, using it to start opening me. He adds in a second finger and a third.
He moves his fingers in and out while nipping my clit.
I start to jerk on the table. I want more. I want all of him. Goddess this is so f****d up but it feels so... Feelsssssssss ...
A stifled scream squeaks free as I shake with what I believe to be an orgasm.
.
I feel redness in my cheeks spread to my chest, as it heaves with my breathing.
"I'm not done with you yet."
---His POV---
The goddess has gifted me a mate in the form of an 18-year-old girl bound down to my table. At the age of 23, I had thought that mates were a fairy tale, and it was not a fairy tale I was meant to live.
Every sound and movement she makes stirs something in me.
I have taken no clinical notes since I laid eyes on her. Now that I have my hands on her I do not plan on stopping.
Seeing the redness on her cheeks as she comes down from her orgasm makes her look doubly alluring.
I did that. I made her feel.
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