While I was beating myself up and thinking about how stupid I was, a blunt voice in my head shunned me out of the blue.
Oh, please, stop pretending you didn’t have the greatest time of your life!
That statement struck me like an arrow to the heart. As harsh as the voice was, it wasn’t wrong—I just wasn’t ready to dwell on the good part of this whole situation.
Your anger about what happened won’t change the fact that Demyon handled you like a real man,said the voice.He touched you the way you wanted to be touched. That man made a woman out of you, and you enjoyed every bit of it—oh, have you forgotten how you moaned his name?
I tried to push the voice to the back of my mind, but that pesky little thing wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Thanks to its constant yapping, I found myself reminiscing on the sex and how good it had felt.
I spent the whole night replaying the scene over and over again in my head. Even though he was long gone, the aroma of his cologne still lingered like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. His scent clung to my sheets, a constant reminder of his touches and kisses.
Unable to sleep, I tossed and turned on the bed, my mind reeling with the possibilities of what might mean for both of us. We’d crossed a line, and there was no going back now.
I recalled the taste of his lips on mine, the feeling of his tongue on my cunt, and the way his hands owned every inch of my body. Demyon was an experienced lover who knew exactly how to please a woman.
He ignited a fire in me that had refused to go out, no matter how hard I tried to quench it. The man was good with his tongue and even better with his hard, veiny cock.
Fuck, it was huge!
I was inexperienced with these things, but to me, that size was big—and long too. In fact, it was so long that I felt it deep inmy stomach after my pussy was stretched out to accommodate him.
It was as if a veil had been lifted from my face, and now my eyes were wide open. I hadn’t realized this was what I’d been missing until he showed me.
I pressed a soft pillow to my chest when I remembered the electric sensation of my dam shattering.
Damn!
I bit my lower lip, recalling how my legs trembled beneath me and the way liquid squirted from my cunt like water from a fountain. I remembered feeling as though I was losing my mind. The sweetness was sensational and overwhelming—yet I didn’t want it to end.
Demyon had taken his time with me—he explored my body, testing what worked for me and what didn’t. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical about letting him hit at first because I thought he’d destroy my pussy without mercy. It was my first time, and considering how violent he was, I was afraid he wouldn’t go easy on me.
I was wrong!
If I were to be sincere with myself, I’d say that Demyon didn’t fuck me. He made love to me. And that was the main issue. If he hadn’t been gentle, if he hadn’t taken his time to get me ready both physically and psychologically, it would’ve been a lot easier to hate him.
But he hadn’t fallen into that trap.
He’d handled me with care and caution, like I was a delicate thing that would break if he moved too hard. Demyon practically worshipped my body, his touch slow and reverent. If his plan was to leave a lasting impression on me, then fortunately for him, it was working.
Demyon had branded me as his own, and maybe that’s why, no matter how hard, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I was ashamed of myself because after claiming for a long time that I hated him, I still let him hit it. And…I enjoyed every bit of it. But that wasn’t even the worst part; the worst part was that now, my body craved more of him.
However, before going to bed that night, I convinced myself that what happened was a mistake. I told myself that he tricked me—he manipulated me with his words and exploited my vulnerability.
I managed to convince myself that it was a mistake, one I wasn’t going to repeat again.
***
The next day, I refused to leave my room, thinking it was business as usual. The plan was to remain behind these four walls and have all my meals that day without setting foot outside my door.
I wanted to go back to avoiding him like the plague.
However, to my surprise, breakfast wasn’t served at the usual time, and I woke up this morning so hungry. I thought maybe there was some sort of delay, or maybe a maid would soon come knocking on my door.
I was wrong. No one came. And the longer I waited, the more the hours ticked by.
By noon, after I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to go check on the chef myself. The hallway outside my room was deserted: no guards, no routine movements whatsoever.
