Diehard Desire

Forbidden Desire

Ivannah didn't dare leave her room the next morning. She was so ashamed in herself for the way her body reacted to his presence that she wasn't sure if she wanted to face him anymore.

He was a handsome man indeed but wanting him in that way was truly unacceptable. After all he was her guardian, if not a father figure. She was mortified of both herself and her thoughts.

Instead she stayed cocooned in her room and tried to think of anything but him. But no matter what she thought about, her thoughts always ended on him. 

She remembered how his eyes raked over her body before they zoned in on her face.

His green eyes were the colour of forest and she remembered the intensity with which they bore into hers. His lips were plum and pink but still oh so manly.

She imagined his beard pricking her skin as he placed kisses all over her body. She felt the tingling sensation in her feminine parts and closed her eyes. She envisioned his hand touching, fondling her body as he stared deep into her eyes.

Her breath escalated as his mouth slowly descended on her hard n****e and a hiss left her mouth when he flicked it with his tongue before encasing them in his warm mouth. 

His mouth sucking on her n****e as she held onto his thick hair, begging him not to stop the administrations on her body.

Ivannah opened her eyes and could clearly feel the tension in between her legs. She didn't know what she needed but all she knew was that she wanted to relieve herself and drown in the beautiful sensations she was experiencing for the very first time.

She took a shaky breath through her mouth and slowly lay down on her bed. Her breath escalated and her skin flushed due to her arousal, she looked up at the ceiling and tried to think of what to do next. 

Ivannah decided to go with her instincts as her hand slowly raised to touch her perky breasts. The lack of a bra made her hardened n****e to stand at attention through her almost see-through white shirt.

Ivannah bid her lower lips and moaned lowly as her finger encircled one of her sensitive peaks. She fondled with her other breast as she teased her n****e slowly before pinching it. 

A low hiss left her mouth at the slight sting. But she found herself liking the pain and soreness she felt afterwards making her do the same with her other n****e.

Her right hand voluntarily travelled southward as she touched herself in a teasing manner. She felt the wetness in her pants and moaned again. Ivannah closed her eyes and slowly touched the inside of her thigh. 

She could imagine herself behind her closed eyelids. Her legs spread open as she pleasured herself. Her eyes took in the form of a man sitting in a chair in between her parted legs and watching her every move like a hawk.

Ivannah could clearly see the desire in Hades's almost charcoal eyes. The thought of him watching her bring herself to a release was more arousing than she could have ever imagined. 

She kept touching her thighs with feathery light touches as her eyes looked at his pleased face.

"Remove the pants." His timbre voice echoed in her mind and as if on instincts, she hurried to remove her pants from her creamy legs.

Ivannah kept her eyes tightly shut in fear of opening them and witnessing the reality. Something told her that she needed to think of him to pleasure herself. 

As if she was incapable of doing this without him. Or atleast the thought of him.

She removed her panties from her feminine fold dreched revealing her own juices and resumed touching her thighs. She avoided touching the part that needed it the most and looked back into his hypnotic eyes filled with lust. 

Her lips parted to let out a shaky moan as her finger accidentally brushed against her warm centre.

"Spread your legs." She heard his command, loud and clear in her head and followed it like an obedient student eager to learn. 

Her legs parted wider to give him a clear view of her femininity as if they were not in her control at all.

"Wider." Her hand fisted the silk sheet in her hand as she parted them wider for his hungry eyes. 

She could envision him, drinking her in, all of her, as she lay flushed in her sheets from a mere gaze of his. Her toes curled as she imagined his nose flaring with need as he watched her.

"Touch yourself." His command sounded sweet to her ears as she finally touched her hair covered mold.

She bit her lips as a glass shattering scream bubbled up in her throat as soon as her fingers touched her swollen c**t. The pleasurable tingles she felt in her c**t from the simple touch slowly spread all across her centre and limbs. 

The pleasure she was feeling was indescribable as more juices leaked from her vaginal centre.

Her dainty finger encircled her swollen c**t as it moved as if it had a heartbeat of it's own. Ivannah moaned as she spread her juices on her folds and worked on her c**t. 

Her fingers moved slowly as her other hand parted her lower lips to expose her folds to the cold air of the room.

A moan passed Ivannah's lips as she felt something building up in her abdomen. A sweet sensation that had her toes curling. 

Her hips moved on their own accord as if they had a mind of their own to match with the motion of her hand. Ivannah could see his dark eyes zeroed on her folds and moaned loudly.

Her hands moved faster on her c**t as the pleasure slowly built like a volcano ready to erupt. The tension she felt in her abdomen felt like it was about to burst. 

Ivannah's heartbeat increased to different levels as she tried to muffle the sounds of pleasure she was feeling by biting her lip as hard as she possibly could without breaking the skin.

Her c**t throbbed with need as she rubbed it like her life depended on it. She could feel the sheet beneath her becoming wet with her juices as they leaked from her warm centre. 

Her other hand fondled with her breasts as her finger pinched and pulled each of her hardened rosy n*****s.

The squashy sound of something wet moving against each other was the only thing that could be heard apart from Ivannah's muffled moans. His face was right infront of her eyes as she moved her fingers with urgency to reach her sweet release.

Ivannah slapped her other hand over her mouth as slowly she felt the tingling sensation spread to all the cells in her body from her throbbing c**t. Ivannahsaw stars behind her closed eyelids as she approached her release. 

Just when she was about to let go she heard a loud knock on her bedroom door.

Her eyes flew wide open and she sat up in her bed instantaneously. Ivannah's breathing was laboured as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was sleek with sweat and her face was flushed as she tried to compose herself to answer the door. 

She shot out of her bed on hearing her best friend urging her to open the door.

She could feel her face heat up with humiliation as she put on her pants but that was nothing infront of the shame she felt when realisation dawned upon her about what she was doing not a minute ago. 

She felt ashamed of her scandalous imagination and the throbbing need she could still feel in between her legs.

Ivannah's eyes widened as she took in the wet spot on her bed and covered it with duvet, hoping that Iris wouldn't notice. She tried to calm her accelerated breath and noticed her still hard n*****s. 

She didn't have time to put on a bra so instead she folded her hands infront of her chest to hide her breasts. With one final deep breath she opened the door.

Iris's hand was in the air as if she was about to knock again. Ivannah licked her lip and smiled sweetly at her glaring friend. Iris pushed past Ivannah and barged into her room as if it were her own. 

Ivannah closed the door and tried to appear casual as she walked towards her friend who had made herself comfortable in Ivy's bed.

Iris's eyes studied Ivannah as if they were meeting the first time. Ivannah could feel sweat build up on her forehead, sitting there in her watchful gaze. 

Ivannah nervously smiled every few seconds for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Iris opened her mouth and fired question after question.

"What took you so long to open the door?"

"Why is your skin flushed? Are you sick?"

"Why didn't you come down for breakfast?"

"Why was your door locked? You never locked your bedroom door before."

Ivannah felt overwhelmed by the question so she just chuckled nervously and shrugged her shoulders in a poor attempt of looking normal. She knew she had only increased Iris's suspicion when she noticed her studying her face.

"What are you doing here early in the morning," Ivannah asked but cleared her throat when her voice sounded husky to her own ears, "Don't you have school?" She concluded.

"It's Saturday." Iris said before sighing and lying down to look up at her friend.

"I get how you feel." Iris continued, "With him showing up after so many years and that too on the very day you decide to be rebellious for the very first time. Mom told me how pissed he was." Iris said looking guilty for her action and putting Ivannah in trouble.

She has no idea of what is actually troubling me, Ivannah thought before patting Iris's hand reassuringly. She didn't want Iris to feel guilty on her expense. 

Infact she felt guilty for ruining a perfectly good party for her instead. Knowing Iris's father, she must have had quite a night herself.

"You should have come downstairs for breakfast. He was asking for you." Iris stated looking at her friend trying to gauge her reaction. Ivannah's face turned crimson on hearing the information.

"H-He w-was?" She stuttered out as she remembered what she had been doing when he was wondering why she didn't come down for breakfast.

"Yeah." Iris said before a devilish smile took over her face, "But tell me truthfully, isn't he hot? I would climb him anyday." Iris said while dramatically fanning her face.

Ivannah's face went thermonuclear as she blushed and wondered if she would burst into flames any minute now. Iris wasn't wrong per say. He was indeed a very attractive man. More so than she remembered. 

She couldn't blame Iris for the attraction she felt after all, she was the one wrapped up in her sheets not too long ago imagining his predatory eyes on her as she m*********d.

She gulped as she felt herself become even more wet and her c**t stood at attention, begging of any kind of contact. Ivannah bit her lip as she rubbed her thighs together. She droned out Iris's words and remembered his form as he sat in his chair yesterday.

How his majestic form demanded all the attention of everyone present in the room. How his rich baritone voice echoed in the room. How they made her feel like hiding in the corner and to beg him for something, anything at the same time.

"Earth to Ivy." Iris snapped her finger in Ivannah's face making her look wide eyed at her friend.

"I-I'm sorry. Did you say something?" Ivannah asked, passing Iris an apologetic smile making her roll her eyes.

"Unbelievable. You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Iris said with a fake glare before giggling at Ivannah's expression of pure innocence.

"You are something." Iris said before sitting up straight in bed and taking Ivannah's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I said, Maybe he has finally started to feel the fatherly affection...." Ivannah flinched at the thought and realised in utter mortification that Iris was indeed correct. He was supposed to be exactly that to her.

And she just m*********d to the thought of him.