Hurt Me Not | Reply Me Not S2

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He kept looking at me, and I couldn't read his expressions. He was like that, a mist that takes you over and you're unable to see anything, as you are completely engulfed by something you can't even begin to understand.

He was the voice of pied piper's flute, unknown, mythical, magical... sweet and enticing. But I didn't know where it was taking me.

I wasn't the type of person who took risks, but he overwhelmed my heart so that I didn't even realise and I was... his.

He sat down close to me and his fingertips touched my face, then with a painfully slow pace they went down... giving me goosebumps. A strange tingling sensation running up and down my spine.

"Can I undress you?" he had asked.

I nodded.

He started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand, with the other he cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was so gentle, it felt like a breeze touching my lips.

He broke the kiss to lift his head up and I realised that I was there just as I was, raw and vulnerable... exposed to his searching gaze.

He looked at me as if studying some art, his fingers grazing my skin ever so gently.

"Can I make love to you?" He asked again and my heart did this weird thing again... all air left my chest as I stared into those beautiful eyes that held me captive.

It's too late to turn back.

Too late to slow down.

The time it took me to nod wasn't because I had second thoughts, it was because I was amazed at my own desire and how it pounded inside my heart... and well, other places. Hashtag if you know what I mean.

But he was patient with me. Patient and oh so gentle.

He leaned in, kissing me more passionately this time while his hand found it's way down.

I felt this strange sensation down my spine... I don't even know how to explain that. A completely new and beautiful feeling. As if... this was exactly what I was made for.

It was too much, despite all the nasty stuff I had read... I couldn't help but squirm, overwhelmed by his touch.

"This won't do..." he said as he pulled back and considered me with a frown.

First day fucking and I get told I suck at it. Great.

"I'm sorry... I never done this before so I... I'm kinda bad at it..."

"No. No you're not bad..." he said, reaching for the drawer and pulling out something in baby pink colour "You're just very sensitive"

And then I saw them. Baby pink handcuffs, with white lace and lined on the inside with white fur.  And, it kind of made me feel even more hot.

"Is it okay if I cuff you to my bed?"

Okay I wanna drown now. I mean consent is hot I get it but boiii stop murdering me!!

I nodded and he held my hands above my head, cuffing them to the headrest. He gave them an experimental tug.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"N-no..."

And then, his hand went right back where it had been before. I closed my eyes, drowning in the pleasure as bit by bit, he touched me like no one had, discovering parts of me no one knew.

And... I felt so grateful that the first man touching me so was him. The man I loved with every fibre of my existence, the man I trusted, the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my existence.

He left a trail of kisses on his way down... making me feel so vulnerable... so ready for him.

And he whispered praises with every touch, so good and yet so dirty.

He didn't call me his whore.

He called me his little princess.

And he touched me like I was one.

I saw his face disappear between my legs and could only see his dark head as my vision blurred. In that moment I didn't even belong to this world, I was high above it.

Away from every hurting thing, surrounded by love only. His love that made my body shiver in pleasure and my heart dance in anticipation.

I thought I had read it all. Plain vanilla sex, Angry sex, kinky sex, fetishes, make up, birthday, anniversary... every type but this thing happening to me was different.

A man touching you as if he's literally worshiping you, so gently ... so beautifully, yet with all the passion in the world...

I could only see him.

I could only smell his natural seductive scent.

I could only feel his lips doing magic. 

I could only taste the sweetness he had left on my lips.

I could only hear his sweet praise as he touched and tasted me.

He overtook all my senses.

There was nothing in this world for me other than him in that moment.

He lifted his head up and I only realised it after his touch was gone.

I looked at him with tear filled eyes and I wondered... I wondered what possible thing about me pleased God so much that he created a love so tender and beautiful just for me.

"Hun..." he looked at me, still lightly caressing my skin, his eyes asking me to let him in.

"Will it hurt?" I asked him.

"A little..."

A/N:
 
I'm actually a virgin so I'm bullshiting you all here I have no idea how sex actually works lmao. Thank you and have a great day 😊