7: First Wet Dream

Sofia

I hunched over my desk as I tried to do an assignment I barely understood when I felt someone standing beside me, I tilted my head to see Clara and I arched my brows at her.

“I will be leaving the hostel tonight, I won’t be back until tomorrow.” She said and I nodded.

"Okay," I mumbled, barely looking up. "I'll just lock up."

She squeezed my shoulder before stepping out of the room. I stared at the blinking cursor when my phone suddenly bleeped, I took it and it was a message from Louis. “I’m sure you are busy with schoolwork, I won’t disturb you but remember to pray before bed, Sofia.” A ghost of a smile touched my lips as I read the message.

I set my phone aside and decided to retire for the night after locking the door, this wasn’t the first time or the last time Clara would sleep out.

   

As I lay on the bed, sleep came quickly and I fell into complete darkness.

Suddenly I opened my eyes and noticed I was in an unfamiliar room, I looked around my heart was pounding very fast, and I looked down and noticed that I was naked. Panic seized me immediately, i tried to move but my wrists were bound, I tugged desperately but the cuffs held firm.

A figure suddenly emerged, his face was blurred yet I knew him. It was the same man I had met in the club  "Hello, Sofia," he murmured, "It's good to see you again." He moved closer, and my breath hitched in my throat.

He moved closer like a predator, sleek and dangerous, and I was trapped, a helpless prey in his lair. His eyes, though still shadowed, seemed to burn into me, stripping away my defenses, laying bare my secret desires.

   

His hand reached out, tracing a slow, deliberate path down my arm. Goosebumps erupted on my skin, a shiver of fear and anticipation coursing through me. "You're beautiful, Sofia," he whispered, his voice like velvet against my ear. "So pure. So untouched."

"Please," I managed, my voice a strangled plea. "Don't..."

He ignored me, his fingers now dancing across my collarbone, dipping lower to caress the swell of my breast. My nipple hardened instantly, a betraying response that sent a wave of shame washing over me.

    

"Don't you like that, Sofia?" he taunted, his lips brushing against my skin. "Don't you want this?"

    

"No," I gasped, but even as I said the word, my body screamed a different answer.

    

His fingers tightened, kneading my flesh, sending jolts of pleasure through me. He leaned back, his gaze intense, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes, there was this hunger, a possessiveness that both terrified and thrilled me.

    

"Tell me what you want, Sofia," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you need."

    

I closed my eyes, fighting the rising sensation, I was barely keeping my sanity but I knew one thing, I shouldn't want this. It was wrong and sinful. But the truth was undeniable no matter how hard I tried, I craved his touch, his attention, the raw, untamed energy that emanated from him.

    

He chuckled, a low, knowing sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You can't hide from me, Sofia," he murmured. "I know what you're thinking. I know what you're feeling. I know how badly you want me, how you have hung your shame and walk over to meet me, how you have moaned, whither under my touches, how badly you craved me, I am your salvation and you know it.”

    

His voice was so smooth, deep, and alluring while his hand trailed down my stomach, his fingers teasing the edge of my underwear. I gasped, my hips arching involuntarily towards him.

   

"Please," I whimpered, the word a plea and an invitation all in one.

“Please what Sofia? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I promise to worship your body.” He growled softly in my ear and my body was covered with goosebumps, I tilted my head to look at him, I wanted to talk but everything I wanted to say got stuck in my throat while he had a faint smirk lingering on his lips.

    

He lowered his head, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring, dominating, and I surrendered, my body melting against his. I moaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and his grip tightened on my breast as I kissed him back fervently, everything in me aching for his sumptuous touch.

After a while he broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with desire. "Tell me, Sofia," he repeated, his voice husky. "Tell me what you want."

    

"I... I want..." The words caught in my throat. I couldn't say it. I couldn't admit the shameful truth of my true desires and all I could do was move my eyes away from his.

    

He slowly pulled my chin to look at his face and he smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "You want me to touch you," he finished for me. "You want me to make you feel good, to make you forget all you have known and teach you something new.”

    

“Tell me when you want me to stop, I will…” He slid his fingers beneath the elastic of my underwear, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped, my body trembling uncontrollably.

    

"Yes," I whispered, the word barely audible. "Yes, please."

    

He chuckled again, a sound of triumph. "Good girl," he murmured.

    

His fingers found my clit, teasing, circling, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow.

    

"Tell me what you like, Sofia," he urged. "Tell me what feels good, I need you to use your mouth, honey.”

    

"Harder," I gasped, the word tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Please, harder. I love the way your fingers move around my clit, I love what you are doing.” I cried throwing my head on the pillow, the sensation is overwhelming.

    

His fingers obeyed, pressing down with increasing pressure, sending me spiraling towards the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure, the feeling was different, it was overwhelming quite different from whatever I had ever known.

    

"That's it, Sofia," he murmured. "Let go. Let yourself feel."

    

I arched my back, my muscles clenching, and the world exploded in a blinding flash of white-hot sensation. “Oh my Goddddddd!!” I screamed, a long, drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy, and then I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

The ceiling fan whirred above me, I sat up, my heart pounding, my breath coming in ragged gasps. It had been a dream. A vivid, terrifyingly real dream.

    

I reached down, my fingers trembling, and touched my underwear. They were damp and I felt ashamed. I couldn’t believe I was dreaming about a man I barely knew. I stumbled out of bed, my legs shaky, and made my way to the refrigerator. I needed something cold, something to shock me back to reality.

But the refrigerator was empty, save for a few wilted vegetables and a half-empty bottle of water. I groaned. I had meant to go to the store, but I'd been too caught up in my studies and too consumed by my guilt.

    

I checked the time and it was past ten, I hadn’t slept for long but it felt like I slept throughout the night, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door, I needed to get something cold to drink and calm down my nerves.

   

As I walked towards the nearest store, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced over my shoulder, but saw nothing. Just the empty street, the dark buildings, the flickering streetlights.

    

"It's just your imagination," I muttered to myself. "You're just being paranoid." But the feeling persisted, growing stronger as I made my way towards the hostel and I became scared, I could feel the eyes on me, burning into my back, and the hair on the back of my neck prickled with unease.

    

“This is scary, oh Jesus! Forgive me for my sins and guide me back to my hostel,” I prayed and I broke into a run, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps and my legs burning with exertion.

    

Finally, I reached the hostel, and I fumbled with the key, my hands shaking so badly I could barely get it into the lock. The door swung open, and I stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind me. I leaned against the door, panting, my body trembling with fear.

   

I took my phone with the thought of calling Louis but knowing the kind of person he is, I stopped just before I dialed his contact, my breath shook and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please protect me, lord.”