Chapter 34 - Bed on Fire

Chapter 34 - Bed on Fire
~ Erik ~

Dark was the room Mr. Hyde had placed me in one day. I had huddled myself in a corner for probably half an hour confused and feeling lost. I don’t know why he placed me here, but I believe the reason wouldn’t be any better. He and his men had been my companion for a year since they spirited me away from the Dominican convent. I knew of their criminal ways. I knew of his psychotic tendencies. Not one instance had I seen good in them... good in him.

Probably half an hour of staying, the door swung open to let in light.

Finally my suffering in this deserted room ends, I thought to myself, but when a person stepped in, and not just any person, a woman in fact, I realized Mr. Hyde’s twisted game had just begun.

The woman, most likely in her early twenties, sobbed as she cuddled herself in a makeshift bed. I don’t even know there was a bed until she sought protection in it.

But I doubt a thin foam would protect her from what was to come.

I knew that Mr. Hyde and his men capture women in a nearby town to rape them. I knew that this was going to be her fate. Unfortunately.

I wished I had the ability to save her from it, but I was helpless myself.

From the little light that passed from the open door, I saw her flushed face and wet, swollen eyes. She noticed me and her eyes flickered with mutual understanding. She must have thought me a victim too, which I think I was initially until Mr. Hyde came in and ordered me to rape her on the spot.

Her face quickly changed to dread and she shouted a high-pitched no.

When I refused, that’s when he snapped and did the appalling thing himself in front of me.

I saw the woman writhe in pain. I saw her kick, fight and flung her hands in despair. I tried to close my eyes shut to block out the images but her screams tear through my ears. It was deafening me.

I heard her beg a million times but he was deaf to it, too engrossed with the carnal lust in his twisted mind.

That was my first exposure of such a horrid act. I thought it was my last but Mr. Hyde kept me exposed every single day since then. It had poisoned my mind and eventually, it dulled my desire to touch a woman.

Until Daniella came into my life.

I poured a lot of strength in my upper body and arms as I lifted her towards the mattress. Our lips were still locked in a heavy French kissing and it seemed neither of us planned on breaking it when we left the balcony. My hands groped her shapely bottom and needless to say, it awarded me with its softness.

Shit, she was already naked under the robe.

She, with her constricting legs around my waist, made my erection grew harder. It flinched forward touching what I had no doubt were pinkish pads between her legs. What was left was for me to pull my junior out and drive deep into her, but I restrained, wanting to savor our time together. I am no clone of that man. I don’t rape, I make love.

From raking my hair, Daniella’s hands then wormed their way on my shirt, slipping eagerly under to touch my hard abdomen and chest. I shuddered with the contact.

We broke our kiss when I stopped at the foot of the bed. Carefully, I climbed up with my knees and I arranged her as modest as I could but she spread her legs apart and looked at me with eyes glazed with desire.

“Erik...” she breathed, pulling me closer between her legs. This position rendered me unable to escape but as if I wanted to escape with this fiery muse begging to be touched.

From her waist down, she was completely exposed. From her waist up, there was only one full breast that peeked. The only thing that ultimately covered her from my lustful examination was the black robe and its bind. I stared at it hoping that it would incinerate but it didn’t.

Fuck, such a nuisance.

“You’re making me go crazy, Daniella,” I whispered and thereafter I leaned forward to maul her mouth again. She welcomed me freely with a tongue thrust.

Shit, for a virgin woman, she sure knows how to light me up.

I fumbled to untie the bind with my right hand while my other palmed on her peeking breast. When it loosened, I quickly tore the bathrobe open.

I withdrew to take in the splendid sight before me and I tell you, it was enlightening. The past memories that poisoned my mind was quickly thrashed away and replaced with Daniella lying flushed, panting and desiring me with half-lidded eyes and hair in beautiful spread.

“Erik, don’t stare please,” was her sweet request. I couldn’t help but grin.

“I want to stare at you for as long as possible Daniella. Let’s make our first slow... wonderfully slow.”

I traced my fingers from her swollen lips to her cleavage; outlined the two smooth breasts in a figure-of-eight; proceeded thereafter along her tattooed scar to her navel, and then went down south just right at the top of her slit where I lingered there making an invisible doodle.

From under the yellow dim light, I registered each and every response I elicited from her starting from the faint clench of her jaw, to shutting her eyes, to deepening what was already her red cheeks, to her languid moans and to biting her lips. The last one undid me so I leaned back, placed my hands on either side of her face and bit the said lips myself, slowly, agonizingly that she bucked her hips up towards my waist.

With that, my shaft’s head which was still in the confines of my pants touched her groin and I groaned darkly at the torture.

I stopped our kiss and grounded, “Stay still Daniella or this will be over too soon,” whilst giving her a pointed but teasing glare. In swift motion, I pulled my shirt out.

Disregarding my order, she sat up and drew my pants down for me. I shook my head and tsk’d. “Let me Sweet.”

She retracted her hands and bit her lips again as she watched as I got myself out totally from the burdensome garment.

My stone-hard c0ck saluted her as it broke free. She lifted a hand to touch it, but I stopped her midway with another shake of my head.

“I’ll embarrass myself if you do that Daniella,” I stated. “With how erect this is, just a simple touch of your fingers could spurt out its collection.”

She burst out a soft giggle and with that I launched myself at her.

I did another rousing graze of my fingers all over her chest, belly and hips as I tasted her lips. I intentionally avoided her sweet spots as it was mine to fondle for later but then she groaned and grabbed my hands, stopping me from my caressing.

“Erik,” she whispered, “my breasts.”

“Hmmm, what of it?” I dipped my sights on the pink globes with another grin growing on my lips. I was of course aware what she wanted to happen.

“My nipples, Erik. They are too hard.”

She looked at me with begging eyes. I cupped both of my hands at her breasts, but didn’t squeeze it.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Suck it,” was her sure demand.

I raised a teasing brow at her.

“Suck it Erik, please.”

With a delighted face, I bit her lower lip again and answered, “I will, but after this.”

“Hmmhh!” she let out a half-squeak, half-gasp when I wrapped two fingers around her hardened nubs. I could see that she was very sensitive in these regions because she wildly threw her head up from side to side and arch her back.

I wanted to pour attention on it more. I wanted to knead on it, playing my fingers with it, but I decided to end her agony.

I covered my mouth on one erect nipple.

In response, she grabbed my hair and pressed my face more against her globes.

Eager and willing, I massaged them with my hands, lapped on the pinks with my wet mouth and sucked on them until Daniella gasp a series of louder ahs.

Without warning, she bucked and grabbed my hard, throbbing erection with her right hand and tugged at the head.

“Behave...” I grounded, fanning my breath in her cleavage, “Behave my Sweet Rose,” and I then pushed her back to lie down.

“I’m burning up...” she whimpered with breathing a lot heavier than before. “I’m burning up!”

“And I am too.”

I left one breast to seek dominion over her wet folds. With one slide of my finger at the slit, she looped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for another tongue-dueling kiss.

I felt myself the submissive that instant. I wouldn’t mind it though, but I still like it being the dominant, so to counteract her actions, I started slewing my finger in a rough motion.

“Shit, Erik!” she broke out next to my ear. I lapped on her neck, made a few kissmarks here and there whilst doing damage on her folds.

“You are ready,” I proclaimed, feeling the slippery wetness of my middle finger.

She raised her chin up to caress my jaw. “Then claim me,” she stated with an uneven breath.

With nothing on my mind but to make love to her flesh to flesh, I kissed her, darted my tongue inside her mouth just as I pierced my hard-on inside her untouched cave. Damn, she was so tight. So, so tight that it made me lose my head for a moment.

But then, I heard her pained gasp and that’s when I realized that I just made a mistake.

“Shit, I hurt you.”

She shook her head violently and replied, “No, you didn’t Erik.”

“I did.”

I moved to cup her face and held her gaze with fear and guilt. I was ready to end our tryst that moment, ready to unsheathe my c0ck, but she stared at me sternly and said, “Move.”

I would have thought it the other way if she hadn’t grabbed my waist and pushed my bottom towards her center. Yes, we both responded to it with a simultaneous gasp.

“Please move Erik. You would hurt me if you won’t.”

She looked at me again with pleading eyes and with that, I surrendered.

“Daniella,” my voice strained when I withdrew halfway up and then pushed back down. I knew I caused her pain again, but her hands on my back urged me to move further, harder, deeper.

I did again and again until I found my master rhythm.

“Ughh, shit.”

Wanting more skin contact, I pulled her up to sit in my lap. She gasped with the new-found deeper feeling of the position and so did I. We kissed again, tongue sparring against tongue, and rocked faster.

She gave me thrusts of her own that stole a heavy groan from me from time to time.

Her moans, fuck, her moans coupled with breathless shouts of my name were the best sounds that I have ever heard in my entire life.

She was heavy with ecstasy and I was too.

For the first time, it surprised me that I wasn’t that early to come. I was able to hold it in until we became frenzied in our rhythm.

It was exhilarating and dizzying as we climbed up to our climax.

I wanted to heighten it so I placed her back in bed and devoured her breasts whilst thrusting to the hilt inside her.

“Erik... I’m going to... I’m going to,” she whimpered, looking at me flushed and panting.

I stared at her with lust-filled eyes.

“Yes, show me Daniella. Show me how you come.”

I stepped up the pace, pistoning inside her, and she, without delay, came first, spilling too much of her orgasm all over my c0ck and in the printed sheet. I followed her thereafter, clenching my teeth while spilling my own sperm-filled semen inside her.

And yes, safety be damned, I guess it was already too late to actually think of condoms now.

~ Daniella ~

As a newly-fucked maiden, instead of a man’s eager touch, a loud thunder woke me from a lovely slumber. The sun didn’t shine but I knew it was already morning when I groggily sat up with my hand securing to cover my breasts with the bed sheet. Well, early morning that is as the digi clock in my side of the table showed an exact five twenty-eight time. The room had a gloomy atmosphere considering no lights were turned on. I couldn’t make out much of the details but I was aware I am all alone.

I found Erik absent in bed when my eyes immediately scanned for him. Although that would have disappointed me, I was relieved actually. Finally, I am able to take care of my biological needs.

Last night, Erik was tender to me after we did it. He kept me in bed the whole time with his arms wrapped around me. I never expected him to be a cuddles-kind of guy, but he did that, tightly even as if he was afraid that I would vanish on the spot.

I didn’t mind it though. In fact, I relished being cared and treated like a treasure. Even though we were butt naked together.

He was still sporting a semi minutes after we climaxed. It was clearly poking at my side but Erik was sensitive enough to ignore it and cuddle me to sleep instead.

My black bathrobe was already conveniently folded near the clock (most likely by Erik) and so I took it and covered myself when I stood up.

But that’s when everything went clearer to me. I shot a look at the clock and gaped in surprise.

No, my bedroom doesn’t have a digi clock at all. It had a grand clock opposite my bed.

Scanning the whole area, I realized finally that I was in another bedroom, in Erik’s to be exact.

“When?” I uttered whilst trying to remember the moment he transferred me here. I couldn’t recollect anything though other than a faint memory that I was floating in my dream.

Just how did he do it? I have no idea, but it was definitely a surprise for me.

The glass door from the balcony of his bedroom suddenly opened making me turn with a start. I had thought of it initially as just an effect of the strong wind but then my eyes immediately caught sight of a dark shadow stepping inside the room.

“Erik?!” I gasped when it was his face that I recognized.

From his head down to his feet, he was wet, very wet, and it looked as if he took his time with the pouring rain outside. He was wearing the same drawstring pants last night, but this time it had clung in his long legs. I diverted my eyes away as the clear bulge of his pants beckoned me to stare.

“You’re awake,” Erik’s voice reverberated throughout the room amidst the sound of the rain overlapping it.

“Yeah,” I answered shyly and drew my gaze on the ground.

Memories of last night replayed in my mind right then and there and it heated up my cheeks once more.

“Did I wake you?” he questioned worriedly.

I shook my head, looked back at him and smiled. “No, Erik. You didn’t. It was the thunder.”

He smiled too, but only a little and then strode towards me. My heart quickened its pace.

I know we had just made love only last night and it should have lessened a few of my virginal responses towards him, but still it was there ready to wreak havoc with my feelings.

Even with the overall coldness and wetness of his body, without hesitation, he embraced and kissed me, hard and hungry. He slipped on his tongue to which I had no trouble welcoming. I reciprocated with the same intensity, sparring with it and molding my mouth with his as if it was our first time kissing.

He looped an arm around my back and lifted me slightly up to press my breasts to his chest. I felt myself hot and wet all over again.

“Erik...” I breathed, shutting my eyes and feeling for his warm breath fanning my face when I withdrew.

“I’m sorry,” he sounded apologetic, “Now we are both wet.”

I chuckled, “It seems so,” and then raised my head to meet his gaze. “Why did you bathe in the rain anyway?”

He looked at me with intense eyes that I almost felt like I was his prey. “The cold helps me keep myself in check. I certainly don’t want to bother you while you sleep just to make love a dozen times with you over the course of the night.”

Although his words were crude, I found it heart-warming and a turn-on.

“Oh,” I heaved a breath. “I’m the one who should apologize then for letting you suffer.”

His sexy chuckle immediately muted the sound of the rain. The whole time, I relished listening to it.

He pushed a lock of hair from my shoulder to my back and stated, “Don’t worry. You don’t need to.”

“Why not?” I arched my brow.

“Because you will come with me to shower, Daniella.”

I paused and stared at him dumbstruck.