Deleterious

Chapter 7

I'm woken up by soft touches along the length of my neck. The touches are light, barely there caresses, I'm surprised something so gentle could've woken me up from my sleep. The touches are similar to what I felt earlier, there's no doubt in my mind who's hovering near me now. Instead of opening my eyes I feign sleep. Whether it's from fear or anticipation I don't know, but I keep my eyes closed anyway and brace myself for what he has planned. Surprisingly, the hand doesn't choke me like it did hours prior, instead it continues its trek further down. Slowly outlining the expanse of my collarbone before rubbing light circles around my chest area. I unconsciously buy into the gentle touches, my body growing lax the further he moves. I'd be squirming now if I wasn't so hellbent on 'sleeping'. I was too curious to stop him, it was exhilarating being kept in the dark and not knowing what would happen next yet terrifying because Han seok was so unpredictable.

The hand wandered  further, moving down over my stomach before stopping at my lower abdomen. A familiar tingling sensation causes me to squirm a little under the pressure. It's then that I start questioning myself, finally coming to terms with what's happening around me. Maybe this has gone too far, shouldn't I try to stop him now? No matter how many times I repeat that statement I still don't open my eyes. Instead I stay frozen in place as the hand moves further down, missing my slightly harden length by an inch and instead grabbing at my thigh. My face starts to burn when my leg is forced to the side. It takes everything I have not to move, it's so embarrassing being spread out like this especially while completely bare. The feeling worsens when I feel Han seok settle in between.

'Stop him'

My traitorous body won't listen to a word I say. No matter how hard I try to convince myself to open my eyes and stop this madness I don't. Instead, my eyes further clench themselves shut in preparation for whatever else may happen. I feel Han seok hovering over me, his hand still drawing circles along my thigh. What is he thinking? What is he planning? Those questions constantly plague my mind. As he hovers above me, breath tickling the side of my neck, I'm terrified of what he will do. More terrified that I'm laying here and letting him do it.

A gush of breath escapes me when I feel the familiar caresses move away from my thigh to brush along my hardening length. It's so frustrating, the touches are no different from what I felt along my neck minutes prior but it's not enough here. I squirm further at the teasing touches, it's hard to keep still as he does what he pleases. His fingers continue to feel along, softly rubbing at the base before smearing drops of precum along the top. He continues this pattern, leaving me a panting shivering mess below him. I would beg for more but I can't break myself from this sleeping role. I've gone so far too willingly, if I open my eyes it'll feel like I really lost it, I'll be admitting to something and I don't want to yet.

It all happens so fast, the soft teasing caresses turn harsh and earnest. The grip on my erection is almost painful, I shift over trying to escape it but a sharp pain in the side of my neck stops me. I have no choice but to open my eyes then as I feel Han seok's teeth dig into my skin. It hurts, I feel blood trickle down my shoulder as I try and shake free but it's impossible, he's always been too strong. I barely budge under his weight, I can only squirm as his hand begins to move, stroking me slowly as I struggle beneath him.

'I hate this'

I hate it, I'm so damn frustrated at it all, at myself. It's ridiculous really. Even as I lay here struggling I can't deny that I'm still hard. Although his actions are unrelenting the pain only adds to the pleasurable feeling. Even as his jaw clenches harder drawing more blood from the wound I'm still left pulsating in his torturous hands. No amount of struggling can hide the pleasure I'm feeling from his ministrations, each pump of his hand drags out a new needy sound from my lips. What makes it all worse is the fact he's so amused with it all, he enjoys how much I'm struggling. I can feel his lips smirking around the chunk of flesh he's chewing on. I hate it.