Mr. Dragneel (BEING REWRITTEN)

Part 3

WARNING: this chapter has slight NSFW moments. Including masturbation, so skip around if you don't like that kind of thing ;))

My body wakes me up at exactly 5:30 out of habit--Sting and Rouge always forced us to get up early. Laying on the end of the bed is a maid's uniform with a sticky note on it.

          Slip this on and come downstairs

I pick up the outfit and look at it, it's a little skimpy, but I do as I was told.

I put my hair in loose pigtails and head downstairs. I end up in the entry way of the house where Mr. Dragneel easing pacing back and forth holding his phone to his ear.
"Goddamn it, Gray. I don't know when. I'll figure it out!" He ends the call and shoves his phone in his suit pocket.

I clear my throat and take a few steps closer to him. "Everything okay, sir?" He turns to me and rubs his temples.

"It will be. Can you make me some breakfast, please?" I'm a little shocked at how polite he was, as I'm used to being bossed around completely.

"What would you like?" I ask. He tells me he'll take whatever before taking his phone back out and dialing a number. I turn and head towards the kitchen and get to work. I decide to make him banana pancakes since he had a bundle on them on his counter. After a few minutes, he comes in the kitchen.

"I'm damn proud of myself for picking that outfit for you, princess. You look amazing." I duck my head down toward the pan to hide my slight blushing. Placing the last pancake on the plate, I mumble, "Thank you,". I don't understand why my body is betraying me the way it has been since I've come into contact with him. It's like all I can think about is him. His hands, his face, his arms...he's like a walking pile of female desire, I swear! I squeeze my legs together and try to ignore the burning feeling between them. I shouldn't have an attraction to a man like him.

Grabbing his plate and cutting one of the pancakes he says, "I have to leave for a couple of meetings soon. I'll be back by noon. The house is your free for all, as long as you behave. Got it, princess?" I bite my lip and squeeze my legs tighter.

"Yes, sir," I say. He turns and heads out of the kitchen, but I find myself running back towards him. I grab his arm and pull him closer to me. "Wait! I...uh...do you think I'll ever see my friends again?" I look down at his polished dress shoes and regret my question. He slides one of his hands down my back and the other runs across my cheek and through my hair.

"If it'll make you happy, I'll make it happen, princess," he pulls me impossibly closer to him. "Now be good while daddy's gone, okay?" he breathes out, making my legs go weak.

I take a big gulp and advert my eyes away from him. "O-okay," he lets me go and leaves.

Holy shit. I'm panting furiously trying to bring myself down from the clouds, but it's not working very well. All I can seem to think about is what might've happened if Mr. Dragneel didn't have to leave. What he might've done to me...

I begin to taste iron when I realize I've been biting my lip so hard that it's begun to bleed. It clear that this feeling isn't going away on its own. I race back up to my room and lay on my bed. I've never felt this way before, so clearly I've never done anything like this. Everything that has been done to me has been by force, so I have no idea what I'm doing. I slide my hand down my skirt and slip it under, running my nails along the hem of my white lace underwear. Carefully I take them off and toss them to the floor. I'm already dripping, I can feel it. I let out a quiet moan as I begin to rub myself, slowly picking up my pace. My back arches like it never has before as I use my other hand to massage my breasts.

"N-Natsu!" I moan out his name as tears of pure pleasure slide down my face. My finger slips inside me, at this point I can no longer control my volume. "Mhm! Yes! Oh, g-god!" I continue to fall deeper and deeper into myself, not even noticing someone had found me.

"Do I bother you that much, princess?" an all too familiar deep voice comes from my doorway. I snap out of my trance and attempt to hide my shame.

"M-Mr. Dragneel! I can explain! I..." my sentence fades as he slowly walks towards me. He reaches the edge of my bed and grabs my legs, pulling me towards him. He's now standing between my thighs, and I'm feeling a slight breeze.

"No need, Miss Lucy. You were only...pleasuring yourself, yes?" he uses two fingers to lift my chin up towards him, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Would you like some assentence?" he whispers as he begins kissing and sucking on my neck. I can't muster the strength to use words, all I can do is moan. Natsu slowly pulls down the dress' zipper as he moves down to my collar bone and my chest. The top of my dress falls down, exposing my breasts to him. He licks and nibbles on each one until they're hard, then moves his hands up to rub them. His head makes its way between my thighs, leaving hickeys all along them. I feel him blow lightly between my legs, making me shiver. Natsu runs his tongue up my lips, slowly moving faster and faster. Within minutes he's eating me like I'm his last meal, rocking me back and forth on the bed as he does so. I can't hold myself together any longer, I wrap my hands in his hair and push him deeper into me, moaning loudly as his tongue dives in and out, in and out.

"Mhm, fuck yes!" I moan, feeling myself getting close. Natsu continuously pleasures me without a single thought or word, but I'm nowhere near complaining. Before I can warn him, I cum all over myself and him. He slips his fingers into me just enough to cover them in my cum.c

"You're so messy, princess," he says, licking it off his fingers. Natsu then stands up and runs his somewhat clean hand through his hair, looking down at the sweating, panting, mess before him. He reaches into his back pocket and tosses and phone on the bed. "I came back to give this to you, just in case you need me. Your friends' numbers are in there as well. I'll see you later, Miss Lucy."

With that, he's gone.