Chapter 33 New Feeling
Lying on the bed trying to sleep, I hear a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked
"It’s me, open up!" Carlos’s voice echoes through the hallway, urgent yet oddly strained with emotion.
I climbed off the bed and opened the door. Carlos was standing there, holding a pillow. "What are you doing here?"
"Who gave you the right to lock the door?" He asked ignoring my question
"I was going to bed, I had to lock it."
He scoffed "You should never lock the door of my room, you hear me!"
"Umm…. Okay." I said awkwardly. He walked past me and flopped down onto the bed.
"I don’t understand," I said.
He looked at me waiting for me to continue and I did "What are you doing here?"
He scoffed "You’re not a blonde so stop asking dumb questions. Isn’t it obvious that I’m here to sleep?"
"Why?" I asked
"Because I have free will and because it’s my room too." He replied casually
"I know but you’re usually in the guest room."
He turned to face me, clearly irritated "Well I now choose to be here."
I rolled my eyes "Okay fine. I guess we can share the bed." I laid down on my side and switched off the lights.
It was silent for a moment almost as if Carlos wasn’t even in the room. I started shifting to sleep only to feel someone touch my body.
I flinch "What are you doing?" I asked, my heart beating out of my rib cage.
Carlos turned to me, a weird smirk on his face "What does it look like?"
"I don’t know."
He smirked, "I’m touching my wife." He said. My face fell immediately. The smirk on his face grew "What? Don’t I have the right to touch my wife?"
I opened my mouth to speak but he shut me up placing his finger on my lips. "Don’t say a word." His eyes quickly captivated mine. For some reason, I didn’t say anything, I just kept staring at him like he was staring at me.
In a split second, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against mine, catching me completely off guard. I froze in the position as he worked his mouth on mine while his hands found their way around my waist holding me tightly as if holding me back from moving away.
Carlos gently pulled out of the kiss, his eyes still on mine, he whispered "raise your hand up."
"Why?" I asked breathlessly
"Just do it." He said. I did as he said and he held both my hands together pressing them against the bed.
He positioned himself above me, his body pressing gently against mine. His eyes moved between my lips and my eyes, and then, slowly, he leaned in and captured my mouth with his.
His lips moved against mine, firm and possessive, as his tongue explored every corner of my mouth with deliberate intensity. I responded, kissing him back, tasting him, losing myself in the moment.
As our bodies melted into each other, Carlos’s hand began to trail along my arm, moving down to my lower stomach. Inch by inch, he slid closer to the edge of my pants. His mouth never left mine as his fingers gently slipped inside.
I rasped heartily, he mouthed against my mouth "It’s okay." He said. He broke the kiss to look at me, his eyes were filled with lust and desire. I could tell he saw fear in my eyes because he repeated his words "It’s okay."
For some reason, I nodded giving him permission to push his hand deeper making my core drip with wetness.
He hasn’t even touched me and I’m already wet.
Carlos’s hand crawled and positioned themselves between my dripping core. Without warning, Carlos deepened the kiss, completely knocking the air between us as he put his finger inside of me.
I rasped, my heart racing but my body ignited with a sense of pleasure I’ve never felt before, yet it feels so good.
Carlos started a gentle thrust, began to thrust in and out of me. I wanted to stop him, it felt wrong but at the same time felt so right.
Why does it feel so right?
I clearly don’t like him but someone in my body loves his touch, almost as if I can’t get enough.
Carlos then gently pulled out of the kiss and stared at me; his eyes filled with lust. His fingers are still inside of me. "You must be enjoying this."
"What makes you say that?" I whispered
"Because you’re not telling me to stop." He said as the smirk on his face broadened.
Before I could say anything else, he increased his pace digging harder into me. Pleasure began to flow through my body as he worked me. I closed my eyes as Carlos’s fingers caress my clit. Unconsciously, I part my legs wider so he can have better access. His fingers began to hit that spot deep inside of me.
I sucked in air as my toes curl. He continued to thrust in and out of me, making sure to hit my G-spot. My release begins to build, and my legs shake as I come undone.
Carlos removed his fingers from inside me and a smirk appeared on his face. He rolled over to his side of the bed and said, "Goodnight Nala."
I stayed frozen in place for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, my heart still tangled in the aftermath of what just happened. I couldn’t understand why I let him touch me like that, why I didn’t stop him. Every brush of his fingers had ignited something in me, something I didn’t want to admit felt good. But beneath that pleasure was a heaviness I couldn’t shake.
I hated that I enjoyed it. I shouldn’t.
Carlos is not my lover, he’s my captor. Yet somehow, my body is starting to crave what my heart knows it should fear.
That scares me more than anything.