Bound

Chapter 8

Dedicated to TheStoryHunter for his brilliant and encouraging reviews on this work. keep it up luv. 

It's been four days since I had that dream of being someone I wasn't and today is Saturday, therefore, there is no force on this earth that will move me from this bed before four in the afternoon. I've made sure of it. I locked my door the night before and lined the bottom if it with garlic and salt I stole from the kitchen. I read somewhere that it keeps anything spiritual out. A small grin plays on the corner of my mouth as I wake and don't sense any creepy stare on my person or feels and hands touching me inappropriately. With a loud happy sigh I flop back on the bed and burrow into my comfy pillow.

Since the Monday he appeared my class, he has appeared in one of classes during the day and stayed with me till it was time to go home then he would ride in the car with us sat on my lap and sipping at his blasted tea. The first time, he was so fascinated by the carriage that didn't need a horse to draw it. He was asking so many questions, none of which I could answer without coming across as a fucking mental case to my sister and brother in the car. I had to sit very tight; practically chewing on my tongue to keep from shouting and telling him to remove himself from sister's vagina trying to see what her foot was doing. Every day since then, he noticed something new. Yesterday, he noticed my mobile phone and since then, whenever he's not sexually harassing me, he's messing with it with his freaky not ghostly powers. He's now discovered that he can pretty much access any function on it with his powers and has instructed me to teach what each and every one of them does. Coupled with my homework, I feel like I'm about to die.

"Memphis, what is this?" I gag at the intense smell of garlic in my face before I feel the weight of his invisible body being dropped on mine. Figures the fucking thing wouldn't work. Fucking internet. "Why was it outside your door? Come to think of it, is around all you windows as well. It is a very peculiar practice" he mumbled as he his arms came around my waist and pulled me flush against him while studying the garlic cloves. After a few minutes of trying to suffocate myself, I give up and grab the garlic clove out of the air and throw it into a corner of my room. My eye catch the clock my bed side table and it reads 10 in the morning. Someone kill me now.

"It was meant to keep you out for fucking sake!!" I practically screech at him flinging my arms in the air before trying to smoulder myself again. A small tingle runs down my spine making me shiver as I feel his breath on the nape of my neck. It isn't the same very sexual tingle so I know now that he was just making himself visible. I don't struggle as he turns my body around so I'm now looking at him.

The look in his eyes is the same mischievous look that he always has before he sexually harasses me, but this time there is something in the back of his eyes. I vaguely hear him mutter something about keeping him away from me as my mind wanders away. That day he told me he remembered something, he never told me what it was that he remembered but the look in his eyes said that he himself didn't really know what it was himself. Just that it was painful and he didn't like it. We didn't talk about it again and I didn't go down that path in school again. in fact, I've pretty much stayed away from it. If I say that it doesn't fascinate me I would be lying, and I  generally try not to lie to myself. This Hanna person is a totally different character. I haven't had another dream like that again, and it doesn't really bother me that he might have dated Dimitri in the past. I just don't him.

I get yanked out of my thought as a strangled moan flies out of my mouth involuntarily. I quickly zero in on the mouth that was firmly sucking on my nipple through the thin wife beater I was wearing. A dizzy feeling sweeps through my head and my hand flies into his dark hair as he bites at the now hard and super sensitive bud before releasing it and going back to sucking.

"What the actual fuck are you doing!!" I meant to scream at him but it come out as a moan as his hand that wasn't busy holding me in place reached into my track suit bottoms and squeezed at my erecttion. It was like I had no control over my body as my legs fall apart so that he could reach better. I pull viciously at his hair as he took a tight hold of me and proceeded to play with me.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he whispered against my nipple, his cool breath ghosting over the wet bud making me arch my back with a moan. My dick was leaking so much it was acting as lube between his fingers and my prick. I bite my lip as I feel him let go of my waist and settle in between legs, said legs falling further apart as he settles himself snugly. "Look at me"

My eyes snap open. When did I close them? I couldn't help clenching his hair tighter between my fingers, my back arching clear off the bed as he takes his own prick in his hand against mine and start to stroke us together. Even though I was looking at him, the only thing I could see was the sparkling blue of his eyes. Everything else was fuzzy and something was pounding in my ears. My whole body was thrumming with the fee of his hand on me and his cock pressing against my own, but leaking as much as the other. I'm pretty sure I'm saying something but I can't make it out as my whole existence feel like it's about to splinter into nothing.

Another vicious bite to my nipple and I'm throwing my head back, by whole drawn tight as I spill myself into his hands. I didn't even know when he came as my orgasm held me in its tight grip, little while and black dots dancing in my vision before everything goes black.