Chapter Fifteen- Still Can't Get Him Out Of My Mind

*UNEDITED*

I could not believe how gorgeous he was; I lost any sense of integrity, dignity and pride by just looking into his eyes. I wanted to be used by him and only have the value he gives me.

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Those magnetic, electrifying, entrancing silver eyes pulled me in, propelling me closer to the pedestal of unbridled, abound pleasure, of enrapturing gratification. His lips burned me from within as his fervid kisses rained on my skin, exploring every inch of me without haste. His soft lips covered my skin while he gazed into my eyes, his eyes sternly ordering me to surrender and beg him to grant me more stimulation. I refused to cave in, I was not going to beg him to help me sin and condemn myself to perdition, but I was not going to stop him either. I had already sinned, my purity was no more, but I could not forget that I was indulging in pleasure so forbidden, that if the world ever found out how much my body yearns for his, how many nights I have spent here, writhing beneath him while he takes me roughly, like the dominant brute he is- then I would be doomed. This is the kind pleasure that was going to cost me everything, but I couldn't resist, I craved for it each time.

"Surrender yourself to me, Marosa, stop fighting with yourself." That inferno setting his eyes ablaze deflagrated all my enforced restraints, but I still had that look defiance in my eyes, defiance he identified very well. His sleek tongue slid down my thigh in a meandering manner and I heaved, expelling an impassioned moan which contracted my prior rebellion. Just before he could even graze my pulsing warmth with the tip of his tongue and his head rose from my thighs. I could not believe how gorgeous he was, I lost any sense of integrity, dignity and pride by just looking into his eyes. I wanted to be used by him and only have the value he gives me. That smug smirk dressing his immaculate face assured me that he was going to tantalize me until I beg him to take me and surrender myself to him. "You have not changed a single bit, you still like to resist and prolong the inevitable, but there is no escape- I am going to own you forever, accept your fate."

"No!" My voice came out weakly at my attempt at an objection and that insignificant moment of defiance earned me a very thunderous growl from him. Before I could even react, he asserted his dominance and snatched me by the neck, immense power emanating from his large hand as he kept a firm grip. My lips fell ajar and I released tiny moans as his beastly actions ignited flames within me which engulfed every stretch of my being. I couldn't take this anymore, I wanted him to impale me with his beast and break me in half.

"I do not care who you are to me, you have always been mine. I will inhabit your mind until you remember what has been, what will be, I will not leave your mind until you accept your fate, until you beg me to own you." I came undone at the caress of his overbearing voice. My body writhed, silently pleading with him to extinguish the fire ravaging me within with his tongue. I surrendered myself to him as his lips lingered close to my femininity, taunting his refusal to pamper my sensual parts.

I could not take his tantalizing strokes anymore, I had to beg.

"Please…" I breathed, fighting the urge to give his head a slight push as he kissed below my naval.

"Please?" He taunted with a quirked brow.

"Please daddy, I cannot take anymore, I surrender myself to you, I will never deny you again, please, I need you-" My entreating pleas were silenced by the force of his unvocalised deliverance. So abruptly my leg my thrown over his shoulder and his length entered me with one, hard thrust-

"Ahhhhh…." I jerked up with a loud moan, my back arching as my muscles contracted and my body absorbed the intangible shock. I curled my hands into tight fists until that numbing sensation left me entirely. My eyes blinked over and over again in rapid succession until my swimmy vision cleared, my airway opened and it felt like I was drawing my very first breath after almost drowning.

It was too vivid, the daydream was like a harrowing reality, so real…. I could almost hear his enthralling voice, I could still feel his intense silver eyes drinking me in, branding his name on my skin so everyone knows that I am his, that I belong to The Devil, I could almost feel the rapid strokes he delivered, my walls were pulsating, clenching like I was being impaled by a monstrous dick. I felt everything as though I was present in physical form, not just consciously.

My eyes flew open and I found every single pair of eyes in the classroom staring at me like I had grown a second head. I was immediately washed away by humiliation, I was mortified at the realisation that I had moaned out loud in front of the people who revel in satisfaction at any falter or mishap I suffer. There was no mistaking that sound for another, it was the sound of someone getting off- which I wasn't. Look at these jackals, they are probably thinking that I came to class with a vibrator lodged deep inside me like that nympho Orjean Sorembo.

My irksome classmates were the least of my worries, I was sweating bullets and shrinking into my seat as the Black Forest witch approached me, her thin lips pressed together, her baleful eyes searing into me. She looked like the evil next door witch who lives in a haunted looking, derelict double storey who makes stews out of children, as she stood in front of me. I braced myself for the worst as her lips began moving.

"Miss Monalèz here wants me to give you arsiela baui lien (good for nothing brats) something to moan about." Her threatening statement was followed by whining groans and grumbles from very displeased students who knew very well that Mrs Jenmuk never makes jokes and is never bark and no bite. "In five minutes an open quiz will begin and you will only be allowed to walk out of that door if you answer five questions correctly- that applies for every single student in this class," her narrowed eyes returned to me with a glint of contempt, "including the li enguervo (little princess)." An orchestra of murmured curses erupted around me and enraged the Black Forest witch. "Silence! I was not done yet." Her thin lips curved up to a smile, and trust me, you prefer her stoic and not smiling, she only smiles when she is planning something wicked. "Until your exams, we shall have classes on Saturdays, from eight o'clock in the morning, not a second after, to two o'clock in the afternoon, depending on my mood."

Well that was not so bad, in fact its a win for me. I get to spend six hours away from the Devil's influence and I have six hours to destroy these feelings I have for him. The vultures I call classmates however, were far from pleased by the announcement of a shortened weekend. I was now immune to their glares and dark scowls and I could attribute my straight face mostly to my experiences with bullies as a child.

"Why must we suffer because of this horny bitch!" One of them at my back cussed and clucked her tongue and subsequently after I was hit with a big paper ball that had minimal impact on the side of my head.

"I would be careful what I say about the princess if I were you." That dim- witted hyena Thyme Sorasis laid the warning in his most rankling voice.

"If you don't want to get your ass killed and never be found." One of his pals concluded and I had to refrain from rolling my eyes.

"Quiet!" Mrs Jenmuk raised a slim finger threateningly, ready to point it at the unfortunate soul who will be her first victim. "Close your books, tablets and laptops and put your hands where I can see them. Now, now, who will be going first… let me see…."

While Mrs Jenmuk grilled an unfortunate soul who was clearly not to go home anytime soon, I mused over the vision or daydream I had and my mother's words. My vagina was pulsating and I had to clamp my thighs together to ease that throbbing. I could not believe how piqued I was, that that small vision had left me so wet. And I know that arousal is only in the mind, because my mind knows, because I know that I secretly desire my step-father to do all those things he does in the daydreams to me in reality. Just this morning I could not eat my breakfast in peace because all I could think of was how his lips would feel on mine, I kept on envisioning him grabbing me by the neck and pinning his lips on mine and kissing me like I have never been kissed before- and I was scared that he would walk in and know of the prurient thoughts running a marathon in my mind, but thankfully I did not see him at all this morning.

I am not going to function properly if these extremely erotic, unavoidably triggering visions are going to keep sneaking up on me at the most inappropriate times, I do not want to find myself getting consumed by a vision and moaning out "ohh, please take me daddy, I want to be yours." while I eat dinner with my mother.

I am beginning to conjure up some frightening theories and I need a second opinion before I lose my mind, but most importantly, I need to know what this "fate or destiny" he keeps talking about is. I can't just assume that I am crazy and reading too much into everything, for all I know, my entire life and all I have ever known to be the truth could be a lie.