CHAPTER 8: JUST THE BEGINNING

I didn’t know why my body was betraying me. What this stranger was doing was making my body writhe in surrender on the bed. Indecent moans kept escaping from between my lips as his hot lips swept over and sucked on the tips of my nipples.

My eyes widened, my head tilted back as I braced for a wave of sensations I’d never felt before. A tingling, a heat, and a pleasure merged into one intense shock that set my consciousness ablaze. Yet, the remnants of my sanity were still trying to resist. Between the moans escaping my lips, I was still begging for mercy.

“Ah… uh… Sir… please, don’t…” I whispered hoarsely.

The man didn’t budge. He was still absorbed in squeezing my breast with a dominant pressure, while his mouth continued to suck on my nipple—just like a baby nursing from its mother. Once he’d had his fill of my right breast, he moved on to take control of my left. As if it weren’t enough to suck just one side until it turned red.

His kisses began to trail downward. With his hand still squeezing my breast, his hot lips traced the curves of my stomach. That touch sent a strange sensation through me, making my stomach feel as though it were filled with the fluttering of thousands of butterfly wings.

There was a surge of passion that felt ready to explode from within my body.

I fought desperately to stay sane, trying to resist this pleasure. But unfortunately, I was completely helpless. Every touch and every stroke of his lips only served to further ignite the wild passion throughout my body.

His warm kisses stopped right in front of my sensitive area, still blocked by a single pair of panties.

The man was silent for a moment. His two large hands gripped both my thighs tightly, then slowly caressed the inner skin of my thighs. That gentle yet demanding touch further stirred the wild passion from the depths of my soul.

“I won’t leave a single inch of your body untouched tonight. You’ll find out who I really am,” he whispered in a deep, thick voice, which instantly filled my chest with overwhelming fear.

I tried to muster what little strength I had left, attempting to kick him with my uninjured left leg. But his grip was too firm. Instead, he forced my thighs even wider apart.

I couldn’t put up any meaningful resistance, especially since both my hands were still tightly bound to the headboard.

His hot fingers began to stroke the area around my vagina, which was still covered by a thin piece of fabric. Without warning, he yanked my panties off in one sharp tug until they came off completely. In that very instant, I was completely naked before him. Not a single thread remained to cover my body.

“Sir, please don’t do this… I beg you…” I whispered, holding back the last of my tears, hoping there was still a shred of humanity left in his heart.

But unfortunately, the man paid no heed to my plea. He spread my thighs wide apart once more, then lowered his face right between my legs.

I was startled. My mouth opened as if to scream for help. But alas, instead of a scream, a shrill, resigned gasp escaped me as his warm lips began to touch the outer lips of my vagina.

“Ah...!”

“Auhh... aagghh...”

My moans escaped me uncontrollably. I got intense goosebumps as I felt his tongue sweep across the outer folds of my vagina. My eyes were tightly shut, my body convulsing with pleasure as he parted the folds of my vagina and thrust his tongue inside, sweeping across the warm, wet interior.

This was a first for my body. Unfortunately, I found myself swept up in a whirlwind of intense passion, surging and threatening to explode.

The strokes of his tongue were so intense and skilled, repeatedly brushing against my clitoris. It made me moan in surrender and writhe on the soft sheets. Without realizing it, my hips lifted up, as if demanding and begging him to touch my sensitive area even deeper.

“Auh... aa... Sir... aah...!”

His sucking grew deeper. His tongue moved more nimbly, probing the depths of my vagina. My cries broke out, mixed with moans, as I felt one of his fingers thrust inside, breaking through the tightness of my womanhood.

“Aakh! It hurts...!” I cried out, my voice caught in my throat, as a sharp, tearing sensation spread through my groin.

The man paused his movements for a moment. His gaze, brimming with passion, looked up at me. “Are you still a virgin?”

“Y-yes… I… I’m still a virgin, Sir,” I stammered, my breath coming in gasps and my chest heaving violently.

He flashed a mischievous, commanding smile. Slowly, he began moving his finger back and forth inside my vagina.

I let out a soft scream. But unfortunately, that scream of pain slowly turned into a moan of pure pleasure as his finger skillfully traced the inner walls of my vagina.

“Ah… uh… faster, Sir…” I pleaded without realizing it. My body, swept up in passion, seemed to demand the release that was already on the verge of happening.

The man complied with my request. His finger movements grew faster and deeper, combined with the strokes of his tongue that once again teased my clitoris. That combination made me moan even louder and writhe wildly on the bed.

Until, at one point, I felt an intense surge of pleasure peak in my lower abdomen. His increasingly deep touch finally triggered a massive release. Warm fluid gushed out, accompanied by a scream of release from my throat.

“Aaaaaah...!”

My breathing was heavy and ragged. Every joint in my body felt limp, but an incredible sense of satisfaction and relief washed over me after that peak of pleasure had passed.

The man chuckled contentedly. He leaned forward, bringing his face close to my shoulder. But instead of stopping, he licked the remnants of my release clinging to his lips.

“This is so good… I love it—it tastes sweet,” he whispered hoarsely, a smile of obsession playing on his lips. “But this is just the beginning… because the real game is about to begin!”