His Bedwarmer’s Wife

I didn’t resist this man’s kiss, but I did not respond also. I let him do what he wants. As the kidnapper told me, I will let him do whatever he wants and I won’t get hurt.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He kissed me on the lips, on the neck and he slowly lifted my dress. His mouth also smelled of wine but it added sweetness to my taste. He unhooked my bra because the lock was just in the front.

“That’s enough please.” I want to cry but it also seems useless now and I know that crying can’t help me in this situation. I will just waste my energy and emotion but still, no one will come to help me.

He touched me gently and the way he strokes his hands on me brought me a lot of electricity. I know that this is an act of abuse, but I admit that I am carried away by his touch.

I just felt his kiss on my eyes and nose. He pressed his lips to my nose for a long time until it came down to my lips again. He also played his hands on my chest as he kissed me. His lips dropped to my neck and his tongue gently caressed my chest until it reached my crown.

He is like a baby thirsty for milk. But I can’t understand myself because my brain doesn’t want this to happen but my body is a traitor. Because it moves spontaneously and becomes numb every time his tongue pierces my crown. His kiss went down to my stomach and landed on my navel.

I gasped when he inserted his tongue into my navel and stroke. He kisses me on my stomach again and because my thigh was separated he kissed it freely. Down to the tip of the finger and back again to the top until it reached my core that was still covered by underwear.

He lowered my underwear with his teeth.

“Shit! Please stop it.” I begged but he still managed to lower it down to my knees and then tear my underwear. I feel his nose into my womanhood. Until I could feel his lips there. He kissed me down. Kiss as if he was dealing torrid with my femininity.

And fuck!

My lust awake.

No, it can’t be. This man is raping me. Why do I feel like this? My brain dislikes what he is doing but my body is still wanting for more.

I bit my lip because it looked like my mouth was about to betray me as well. I don’t want him to hear that I like what he’s doing so I restrain myself. But even though I kept my mouth shut, my body betrayed me on purpose.

Curse me! Because my body missed it. Though Hunter did this on me before in a rough and sadistic way the fact that it’s been a long time since I did not feel this, I can’t be denied that

I’m looking for it.

Hunter was my first and my last. But this idiot that I don’t even know will be my last.

Oh shit!

It’s been a year since my last sex, I guess, goddamnit!

I don’t know but Hunter is the one I am imagining right now.

He is the one I see kissing my femininity.

Because of what I am thinking I couldn’t control myself but enjoyed what was happening.

I feel my climax is near. His tongue thrust my womanhood. I imagine Hunter, his eyes, his lips, the way he looked at me, the way he closed his eyes when he reached the orgasm, and the way he moaned my name.

My hips moved a little more and spontaneously to chase this man’s head until I could just feel my impending explosion. I reached my orgasm while this idiot was still licking my core.

Maybe he felt that is why he stops.

I could feel him aligning with me and I heard him gasp. He kissed me again and I tasted my juice.

“Fuck who are you?” I whispered. “Why did you do this to me?”

“I want you.” Damn! Why can’t I recognize his voice? Why is he always whispering when speaking. He rubs his hardness to my womanhood. Honestly, my flower was slightly excited.

‘For fuck sake, Ley, this fucking stranger molested you, and yet you are excited.’

Goodness, gracious.

Well, it’s not my fault that my flower has been empty for a long time and she also needs a sprinkle to stay alive.

I bit my lip as the stranger slowly inserted his length. Oh shit! I’ve been empty for a long time so I’m not used to it or he’s just too big. I feel pain like the first time. What is this, he devirginize me? Oh holy shit, my flower is full.

He did not move. I think this idiot touched saw me hurt. He kissed me as he crawled his hands on my body and stopped on my chest, while his other finger played with my crown. He’s slowly thrust and super gentle which further awakens the whole spirit of my flirtation.

I Can not understand myself. I like what’s happening. Is it still rape? Which is I know I enjoy what he does. He moves slow but after moves a little fast. I could also feel the tightness of his grip on my thigh. He thrust deeper, slightly harder and fast. I also knew I was close to reaching orgasms.

It looks like he’s the same because he moves faster than me. I don’t know but Hunter is still on my mind.

Why?

Why he is?

And as I felt my impending eruption it was Hunter I could see until I could just feel the flow of my juices. I also heard this man growl and bury his stretch and crouched over me.

‘God Hunter, make it harder more.’

My mind screamed as we survived the lust.

Two down, Ley.

Why Hunter is the one I think?

Maybe because of the fact that I have no one else to sleep with but him. I also have no one else to like or want but him. So I can think of no one else but him anyway.

This man fell on top of me panting and due to fatigue, I fell asleep.

I woke up without a blindfold but still tied up. I feel my headaches and I don’t know if it’s because of the hangover or because of what happened. I wrapped a blanket carefully.

I peeked out the window and noticed that it was still dark. I rolled my eyes around the room and I wasn’t sure if it was a hotel or a resort. The concept of the room is Japanese style and only dim light is open. There are also no appliances around other than the aircon.

The door opened and the masked man entered then approached me.