CHAPTER FIVE

For the longest minutes, I remain immobile. The only visible movement is the rise and fall of my chest. I know what I'm getting into, and I know it's definitely not a good adventure.

'Mate!' My wolf burst with excitement.

'Jeez! Comport, please...' I try to keep my slutty wolf in check, but I guess it has a mind of its own.

Slowly and steadily, he brings the cup to my face and lets the content of it pour down on my bosom, soaking my shirt, with my hard nipple begging to be set free.

"Uh..." I shudder, getting cold from my alertness rather than the coldness of the fluid.

Tilting downwards, I inhale deeply, the colorless liquid is also odorless. It has to be water...but I have no time to conclude when he lets the cup drop on the floor and he pulls me to himself.

His head lays on my soaked dress as he nuzzles and sucks in my racks one at a time.

Like I've always wanted, I rake my hand through his thick dark hair and press him harder to my flushed skin.

With both hands, he cups my bosom, dangles and squeezes them at intervals, and smooching them recklessly.

I pull him upward and lock my lips on his, kissing him hungrily and sweeping the terrains of his mouth with my tongue.

He groans. Deep and low.

I feel powerful, strong, and good.

My hands wander to the waistline of his pants and begin to set free his monster.

He places his hands on mine and stops me.

"Hendrix." I whisper, more like a plea.

"You should be informed of what you seek." He warns. He jams himself on me, trapping me back to the wall.

"I'm not the good girl you paint me to be..."

"Hmm..." He hisses with clenched teeth. "Bad? Yeah, but maybe not wild enough."

Adamantly, I struggle with the fly of his pants.

"Hendrix... Please." I'm sounding frustrated.

"We need to go slow." His breath is labored, yet he summons such an amount of self-restraint. "I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Please." I sulk. "Let that be my poison."

"Aright. This is the length and width of my finger. Now..." He passes and raises the middle finger of his right hand to my face. "imagine how long and thick the length of my body is."

He fucks with my mind. Still lost in thought and the fantasy of seeing it for real, I feel a hand part my wet thighs, wide enough to make me stagger.

"Hendrix..."

"Sheesh." He whispers and shuts me up with a hungry kiss.

I stop to moan when his lengthy coarse finger finds its way into my slimy bud.

"You're so tight." He grins.

Letting go of my frame, he squats down and lifts up my dress.

"Uh." I clasp my legs together, too shy to keep eye contact. With more momentum, I attempt to save face.

"Don't." He orders.

Just one word that has me obeying and sulking like his puppy, held captive by its master.

He kisses the lips of my bud, making me pulsate and go rigid. Slowly, he covers the area with his mouth, as he continuously flickers every depth with his tongue.

The sound of his tongue sweeping through slimy juices makes me wetter, as I arch forward and settle on his face.

My both hands hold his hair, pressing him harder to my frame and rocking his face roughly, giving him zero time to breathe.

He pulls out to catch his breath and looks up at me.

When I shove his face back in, he holds my hand and gently against my will, place it on my boobs.

"Touch yourself." He orders.

I go still.

"Now." His voice is cold and demanding.

For the first time in my life, I take orders from someone who's not my papa, my subject.

Reluctantly, I begin to rub my boobs and pinch my nipples, doing the exact same thing he did to them, only that his touch is more firm and powerful.

And damn, I rather his hands on them.

I arch forward when I feel his finger make its way deep inside of me.

I moan, the fine mix of pain and pleasure drowning me.

He thrusts in and out in slow fashion, allowing me the time to moan and enjoy his gentle thrusts. With his palm, he strokes my clit, and then he applies pressure, making me groan.

He pulls his hands from my body and stands up, examining the now red-stained finger from my hymen.

"You're mine, Lady Natalie."

I want to be his, I love the sound of that. But my rigid side battles a protest. No one owns me.

Sensing the chaos within me, he plasters his lips on mine and kisses me passionately, not too rough or hard, putting on halt words that struggle to be set free.

He pulls me in his arms, leads me to his small-sized bed, and lays me on it. I attempt to sit up, and when his firm hands rest on my stomach, I remain still.

The want of his touch makes me forget the pain searing through my skin, or maybe he's gentle enough to not hurt me further.

With his hands parting the lips of my bud, he plunges in the tip of his rod, gently pushing his way through.

I gasp, clutching him closer to myself, my hands digging deep into his flesh.

He pulls out and plunges in again, this time more intense than the first. He goes in, slower and deeper.

A moan escapes my throat as I sigh in pain and need of him.

Gently, he rides me in a slow and steady rhythm, and as I feel an explosion brewing inside of me, he goes harder and deeper and stronger.

I cry. Subdued and powerless and regardless, I feel great.

He pulls out, but not totally, and then rams more than half of his monstrous rod inside of me, filling my holes to the core.

I adjust on my bum cheeks, trying to take him completely but unable, and desperately fighting a scream.

He rides me further, jolts of electricity coarse through my body, bringing me to my point of climax as the ticking bomb explodes, soaking us with my slimy juice.

He groans, his breath heightens, and rides harder and then stiffens. And then he rams into me with all his might, shooting and filling me with his fluid.

The tiny room smells of our innocent sin.

I moan, blending with his deep groan.

He heaves a sigh of relief and lays flat on me for a while before rolling on his sides.

I curl up into him, our sweaty body in sync. Being subdued doesn't feel good, my papa has taught me, but with Hendrix, I know it does feel great. It's about who rides you, literally, I mean.

He strokes my hair gently, soothing my nerves.

I drift into sleep and I don't know how long I did, but the sound of someone outside wakes me up... Elder Cain.

Shit.

P.S.: Hello dearies, I'm in love with Natalie's character, a few of my friends say it's Hendrix for them. What's for you? I would love to know 💞 spill 💦☕