Her Seven Stalkers || Enhypen || Reverse Harem 18+

6. Good Girl 🔞

"Spoken like a true wolf." I smirked, tilting my head to rest it on my arm that was still over my head. "Do it."

"You have a boyfriend."

"I most certainly do not. Who are you thinking..." My mind clicked to Jake and Monday night. "You mean my friend. He isn't my boyfriend. We just use each other when needed."

Was I really that sex deprived that I was trying to get a stranger in a wolf mask that has snuck into my room to fuck me? Though he did come here to make sure I was okay and it was someone I knew, even if I couldn't think of one person that fits his mold.

"Bad girl." He smirked, running a finger down my cheek. "Tell me what you want then."

"I want you."

"I don't think I completely understand what you are asking" He said, playing dumb. Asshole.

"I want you to fuck me. Here and now, just like this."

"Such a filthy mouth." He said, his face now inches from mine. I leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled back.

"No no no," he teased. "You are not in control this time."

"Please."

"In time, my dear." He spun me around, pressing my back against him. He brings my hands behind me, holding them there. With his free hand he undid his tie like a pro and used it to tie my hands together. "Can't have you trying any funny business."

He brought me to stand in front of the mirror and then walked over and turned out the light to the room and then flicked on the lamp by my desk. He pulled my arm until I was in front of the mirror and came to stand behind me.

He ran both hands up my arms, sending shivers all over my body, letting his lips rest near my ear.

"Just look at how gorgeous you are." He whispered, placing a kiss just behind my ear, a place I hadn't known was as sensitive as it was. The moan that escapes my lips, just from that small touch of his lips surprises me. He laughed again. "I have barely touched you and you are already moaning. Are you not well taken care of, little lamb?"

"More." I requested, leaning my body against him. I was unsure if he is asking if Jake takes care of me sexually or if I do it myself. I don't want to talk about Jake right now. He is great in bed, but I haven't known foreplay like this.

"So impatient." He placed kisses down my neck until he reaches my collar bone, where he bites lightly. "As beautiful as this nightgown is, can I remove it?"

I nodded eagerly, but realized a problem. My hands are tied, how was he going to get the nightgown off?

As if not seeing my dilemma, he takes the fabric in front of my nightgown and tears it from end to end. Then takes the arms and tears them. My nightgown now lays in a shredded pile on the floor.

"Don't worry, I will buy you another one." He said as if I was worried about the nightgown.

I now stand naked in front of him, save for the pair of black underwear.

His mouth returned to my neck as his hands began to roam my body slowly. He acted like we had all the time in the world. I arched my back against him when his hands came up and massaged my breasts, taking my sensitive nubs between his fingers and twisting lightly.

My tied hands pressed against the hard outline of his cock straining against his jeans. The thrill of knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him was intoxicating.

"Please." I said again.

He shook his head and pushed my hands away from his pants.

"This isn't about me tonight."

"You aren't going to fuck me?" I asked, not even bothering to hide the desperation in my voice.

"No, little lamb, not tonight." He looked at me through the mirror and smirked. I was unable to see his eyes now due to the dark room. Had he done that on purpose.

"Then what are you doing tonight?"

"Giving you a reward for a job well done." One of his hands laid flat against my stomach, fingers spread as it slowly started to lower. When it reached my panties he slipped the pinky finger inside. "Give me permission."

"What?" I asked, breathing shallow as I wiggled beneath his grip, my mind unable to think about anything else but getting his hand to where the throbbing need was.

"Tell me I can go further." He whispered in my ear. "Give me your consent to touch you."

"You can touch me."

With those words his hands slipped into my panties, stroking me gently. I gasped, leaning my head back onto his shoulder.

His middle finger dripped into me slowly.

"Already so wet for me." He took my earlobe between his teeth again. "You are so fucking beautiful, Mina."

The top of the nose of his mask hit my neck as he sunk his teeth into a sensitive spot there. I keep thinking the more he does this it might move the voice changer and I could get a piece of his real voice, but I can't.

"Such a good girl." He said, keeping his mouth at my neck as he drags his finger out again and then back in.

It is only a matter of seconds before I am squirming in his grasp, desperate to find a release. He had added another finger and he made sure he hit the spot that sent me crazy everytime he thrust them back in.

"Fucking God."

"Shh," he laughed. "We can't be too loud."

"Then please..." I whined, turning my face to bury it in his neck.

"Please what?" He asked again. "I want to hear those dirty words come from those pretty lips."

"Please make me come."

"Good, but not enough." He shook his head and slowed his fingers, almost taking them out completely.

No! I wiggled, trying to get them back, tears springing to my eyes at my missed release. What else could he be asking?

"Please make me come all over your fingers, Mr. Wolf." I tried, still against his neck.

"That's a good girl." He kissed the top of my forehead as he sped his fingers up again, his thumb joining to rub the sensitive ball of nerves, pushing me over the edge.

"Oh fuck. I am coming. God I am coming." I said over and over again as I was pushed over the edge just by his fingers, pleasure erupting all throughout my body. I couldn't think straight, my head spinning.

I fell against him, his arm coming up to catch me. I looked up at him through the mirror in time to see him place the fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth, sucking on them.

He then picked me up in a fireman's carry again and walked me over to the bed, placing me face down. Oh, were we not done? Was he going to fuck me like this? God I hoped so.

Instead, though, he untied my hands. I quickly rolled over to see him throw the tie back around his neck, but not tying it.

"You are leaving?"

"Yes."

"Will I see you again?" I asked and then quickly added, "I mean like this."

"Maybe. Maybe not. This is a big risk." He nodded before leaning down to kiss my lips. The first time he had kissed me since he had been here. I could taste myself on his lips and it took everything in me not to pull him down to me and climb on top of him.

He stood up quickly, straightening out his clothing, before heading over to the window. I watched him leave the same way he had come.

I laid in my bed for a while, thinking about what had just happened. How had I not heard his real voice once? It made no sense. He was so close, I should have heard him.

But wait. Why am I trying to figure out who he is? This man just gave me the best orgasm I have had in my life with just his fingers and I was trying to repay him by taking him out of this game? He had shown a great deal of kindness to me tonight, not just with the orgasm, but with my wounds and even back at the farm. I should stop trying to figure out who he is.

Plus, it made what we just did way hotter.