Loving A Lost Boy

Fierceness

    I wake up in a puddle of sweat breathing heavily. What the hell was that. I'm used to having a ton of dreams but that one was more foreboding than peaceful and fluffy.

    It was as if my dreams were telling me something but I'm too tired and confused to sort through it right now.

   I stand up and tip toe out of my hut to go pee noticing that peters light is on in his tree.

    Shit. I had forgotten we were supposed to talk. I needed some answers. After completing my business I try to walk as quietly as I can to peters tree not wanting to wake the younger boys.

   Right as I go to knock on the little door I hear faint noises and decide to be nosey.

   I lean over to peak my head into one of the tiny holes in the tree trunk when I see what I was most definitely not prepared for.

   Mags with her ass up on peters bed with Peter well... railing her. He let out quiet grunts as mags let out whimpers and moans.

  I felt my face heat but I also felt my heart dip a little bit. I didn't know them I shouldn't be hurt over seeing this. Flustered? yeah. hurt? No.

  Peter suddenly stops pounding into mags and looks around the room trying to find something with his calculating gaze.

  I take a step back trying to escape without alerting him when I accidentally step on a twig.
 
  I feel his gaze burning into me then and without a second thought I take off running into the direction of my cliff hoping to save myself the embarrassment of getting caught spying on their intimate moment.

  As I make my way up the cliff it just now occurred to me that I'm wearing a large tunic and underwear. I just couldn't find it in me to care at the moment though so I let it go.

  The stars are shiny bright tonight; I lift my hands trying to touch them when I hear his steps come closer.

"You should no better than to spy on me." Peter grumbles angrily.

I don't bother looking back at him, "I suppose you're right but here we are."

Two steps closer, "what were you doing there"

"I came to talk to you when I saw your light was on"

One step closer, "then you decide instead of knocking I'll peak through and see for myself."

I sigh as I feel his front touch my back, " i apologize. I didn't mean to intrude Peter. By all means go back and finish." I mumble.

    He grabs my arm and spins me around while his other hand grabs a handful of my hair so I have no choice but to look into his unforgiving eyes.

"We have rules for a reason. No sneaking off by yourself. This is the second time you've disobeys my rules. I think a punishment is deserved." He gritted out

"Punishment?" I ask incredulously, "you lay your hands on me Peter Pan and you'll be castrated." I glare at him to get my point across.

  This bastard just smirks and leans in closer, "I had something else in mind."

  The next thing I know my hands are tied above my head to a branch of a tree that's a few feet away from my cliff.

"What the fuck" I struggle trying to loosen the bind. No such luck.

"Shh be a good girl for me." He says in a dangerously low voice. One filled with lust and I think I know what kind of punishment he intends for me to have. Only problem? I don't think I can tell him no.

He runs his hand down the large tunic and tears it with one swift motion making me gasp.

"One word or sound and you'll be spanked."

I balked at what he just said. Spank me? I think the fuck not. But I was still intrigued by how far he planned to take this. I can be quiet. I think.

He fingers punch and pull at my hardened nipples while the pleasure makes me breath a little heavier.

It's as if his touch is a lighter and fire follows wherever he touches. His fingers reach my underwear and like the tunic it as well is ripped in half. The sad material lays in pools at my feet as I heat up with desire.

He suddenly drops to his knees and pulls my legs over his shoulders. He is face to face with my core but his eyes are biting into mine as if to gauge my reaction. To say I am soaked is an understatement. His breath fans against my core and send little tingles of excitement through my being.

"Remember Sophie. Be quiet like a good girl"

His deep voice makes me gulp. Staying quiet isn't going to be as easy as I originally thought. Damn this man.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and then subtly runs up and down my folds making me squirm.

He sucks, kisses, licks, and repeats.

I am panting now wanting to beg him to finish me off. As if sensing this he bring his fingers to my core.

One finger plays with my soft bud for a minute before he slams both of them into me making me burst.

"God Peter don't stop" I had forgotten what he said in my lust filled state so when he stopped and stood up to say I was pissed was an understatement.

"Still can't follow my rules I see." His eyes take in my quivering form as he circles me.

I don't even get time to respond when I'm suddenly spanked.

My face tints red and anger but before I can say a thing again, he untied my hands and throws his tunic over top of me.

I look up at him questionably.

"You should learn to follow my rules Sophie. Maybe then we can both get what we want." He Smirks.

I'm so fed up with him and his freaking mood changes that I don't even realize I've slapped the bloke across the face.

He stands there shocked before he narrows his angry eyes at me.

I don't give him time to say anything as I stomp my way back to my hut. My ego hurt but my heart hurt a little more.