Bound

Chapter 6

H. Alex. S. S.

His words made me feel excited for some reason. Maybe because I could tell that he was being serious in saying that I would be his. A nervous anticipation spread throughout my body at the thoughts of what he would do to make me his. "You smell divine." He said with a strained voice as if he were trying to control himself. He came around to the right side of my body and licked the crook of my neck before slightly grazing my neck with his teeth causing my body to tremble with desire. I wanted him to bite me. While I'll admit it is one of my kinks, this was different. My entire being burned with an innate desire for him and his lips on every inch of my supple skin, leaving kisses and bites all over laying his claim and marking me as his. My thoughts surprised me, but my thoughts were also muddled, and I didn't want to think anyways. Not unless it was about him and all the disgusting things I wanted to do to him. My cheeks began to heat up and I bowed my head down a little in submission, silently telling him that I would do whatever he pleased. A low growl emanated deep from within his chest, strong and powerful, which only caused me to rub my legs together desperate for any type of friction or contact with my core.

Before things could go further, the attendant came from the back room and faltered in her step a bit before rushing forward. I walked forward trying to look as normal as I possibly could in my current predicament. I would bet any amount of money that my face was flustered and I looked horny. Nothing could be done about it now, but my actions didn't have to reflect my looks and I was going to act as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Even if my body was still screaming for his touch. Even if it were a light caress. My skin burned wherever he would touch and that feeling is completely foreign to me. Even more so because my feelings were deeply involved whenever I previously felt anything close to this. Even that experience didn't come close to what he was making me feel and I didn't have any romantic feelings for him. Hell I don't even know his name! I wanted to hide under a rock. What would he think of me? Acting like a slut for him and I just met him. The thought of him thinking that of me caused a pit of dread to fill my stomach. I know that my opinion of me is the only one that matters, and that hasn't changed, but I don't want him to think that of me too. 

The word isn't new to me. I've heard that and much worse since I was young. I wonder sometimes if that's why I'm so sexually in tune and have this need to be pleased and deeply satisfied because sex was a topic in my life very early on. Master Aaron was the first man to make me cum. The first person aside from myself to make me cum, and maybe that's why I couldn't get him out of my head. Oddly enough though, I haven't thought about him since this morning, and certainly not since I met this mystery man. I doubt he'll find out about my little rendezvous with this man, although it was nothing planned I know he wouldn't like it. Why am I even thinking about what he'll like and what he won't? We aren't together. He only claimed me as his. At least this man made it clear that he would pursue me and give me a choice in the matter. Not that he really needed to. It's something about him. I won't let myself give in that easily though. I'm done leading with my body like I was taught. I want something more. Something deeper, and more powerful on a level not usually obtained. A soul connection. It may seem far fetched, especially given the way todays society is set up, and yes I am apart of it, but I'm different, and I want something that it seems humans aren't capable of. I'm still holding out hope though.

He walked up to the counter next to me and the woman completely ignored me to my dismay and focused her attention solely on the man. For some reason I felt irritated at the way she was looking at him. With fear and desire in her eyes. Those ugly, dull eyes. I rolled my eyes, and I didn't care because he was looking at her smirking and couldn't see me anyways. Him even entertaining her only made me more upset. Why? I cannot say because I myself am not sure, and that thought had me straightening up quickly and fixing my posture. He doesn't need to think for one second that I'm affected by his antics because in reality, I shouldn't be.