Shadow Seeker

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

I instinctively wanted to take a step back but I was on the edge of a cliff, I had nowhere to safely go. The mysterious man had his eyes on me and I watched as he hungrily undressed me with them, trying not to cringe when he noticed my n*****s cutting glass. “A body like a f*****g goddess. And look how responsive you already are to me, my little plaything.” He purred, the silk oozed from his voice and tantalized my brain. My breath hitched in my chest when the man reached his hand out and touched a piece of my hair, tucking it gently behind my ear.

The way his brief touch completely turned me on more than I had ever been turned on in my life was terrifying. For this man, who I had never seen before in my life, to have that much of an impact on me… I was f*****g terrified, but so intrigued. “Who are you?” I asked him, when I finally had gotten the nerve up to speak. His eyes snapped up to mine instantly and a wicked smile stretched across his plump lips. “Oh there will be plenty of time for introductions, Ivy. We are going to be very good friends.” He purred, but it was borderline a growl, almost possessive in nature.

The sound made the butterflies swarming my stomach turn into angry bees and I instantly went into flight mode. Knowing I couldn't step backwards I looked past the godly man to see if there was any possible way I could escape. Before I could come up with any actual solid plan he had scooped his arm around me, pulling me to him by my lower back and stopped when our lips were millimeters apart. “Don’t fight it, let me in, my little plaything.” He whispered against my lips, his fingers trailing gently along the side of my thigh. His physical touch seemed to erase any flight response I previously had planned.

I tried to keep my composure at our proximity but as terrified as I was, I was also intrigued. My breath hitched again, as it seemed to do around him, causing him to take the opportunity to slam his lips into mine hungrily. He was vicious and feral, the need dripping from him like poison. I found myself completely forgetting anything I was previously feeling or thinking and opening up to him. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue entrance as he shoved his thigh between my legs, forcing them apart.

I was embarrassed because of the amount of wetness between my legs caused by a simple kiss, but I couldn’t control what turned me on. He never stopped kissing me, keeping his hand tangled in my blonde locks to steady us on the cliffs edge. He then used his fingers and made his way between my parted legs. I cried out in pleasure as he softly brushed between my glistening folds. “Look how f*****g wet you are for me, my little plaything.” The man growled against my lips.

I shuddered under his touch. As strange as this whole thing was I found myself not wanting it to stop. My moans of pleasure against his lips fueled him and he started in with 1 finger, gently pushing it into my core. I sucked in a breath as pleasure exploded with his touch. “You’re so f*****g tight, my little virgin plaything… Mmm.” He purred into my ear, before kissing my neck and increasing his speed in and out of me. I should have been embarrassed at the way he was talking to me, it was so dirty. I had always been taught to be proper, to speak proper, and no one had ever dared to speak an improper word to me, the governor's daughter. But this man… This man had broken every rule and I f*****g loved it.

I had all but forgotten that we were literally on the edge of a cliff, threatening to fall at any moment while this unknown god of a man brought me to a mind blowing f*****g o****m. My whimpers got a little louder and turned into moans as he brought me to my c****x. “You’re going to come allover my fingers, and then I’m going to lick your f*****g deliciousness right off them, plaything.” He growled. It was like his words were the que, instantly I came f*****g hard. I dug my nails into the man's shoulder as my string of moans echoed from the clifftop.

“God you’re so f*****g sexy when you come.” The man said in a low whisper, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean right in front of me. He moaned out in ecstasy as he licked off the last drop. I was still riding the high of my o****m, this being the first time I had ever come with someone else’s help. I kept my grip on the man to steady my shaking legs as he caught my eyes again. “Next time we meet, I’m going to take that pretty little virginity of yours… And you’re going to absolutely f*****g love every single minute of it.” He purred, and then he winked at me, and pushed me off the f*****g cliff.

I shot up from bed covered in sweat. I swear the scream I wanted to scream as I fell was still just at the base of my throat but refused to actually come out. My legs were shaking and I squeezed my thighs together as I recalled the events of my f****d up dream, only to find that I was absolutely soaking wet down there and sensitive as f**k. I had actually came in my sleep, jesus f*****g christ. I got off the bed and walked into my bathroom, completely embarrassed that I had dreamt that, and even more embarrassed that I had actually gotten off through a f*****g dream.

I went pee and tried to clean myself up the best I could. I couldn’t shower right now, it was too early in the night and I still needed more sleep or my mother was going to kill me. I looked at myself in the mirror, noting how my hair was f****d up in the same exact spot that the man had his hand wrapped through it. But that wasn't the weirdest part, I swear I could see redness on my neck where he had been kissing me. I stepped closer to the mirror to get a better look but it didn’t change. It was definitely red… I instantly reached up and grabbed the area as if touching it would somehow tell me if I was going crazy or not.

I started to lowkey panic, but after a moment I took a few calming breaths and decided to let it go. It was just a f*****g dream. Hell, maybe I need to get dicked the f**k down to relieve this f*****g stress of being the f*****g governors daughter. Then I gasped at my own thoughts. Jesus Christ Ivy, calm, the hell down! I thought to myself. I had never done anything reckless like that though. I was the perfect role model and daughter. Besides the fact that I secretly rode a hot pink Yamaha R1 bullet bike, snuck out at night on full moons and esbats to practice Witchcraft, and got caught ALMOST drinking one time at a canyon party, I hadn't ever done a bad thing in my life.

I looked back up at myself in the mirror and wanted to scream, but the sound wouldn’t come out of my mouth as the man I had just dreamt about kissed the side of my face, before disappearing completely. I could feel his plush lips on my cheek, and though I knew I was seeing things, I was afraid to turn and look in case he was actually real. I sat there, frozen in time for a moment longer before I finally decided to just go back to bed. I was seeing things, tired, delusional, sleep deprived, the works.

I climbed into bed and slept on the opposite side of my wet sheets. They change them every morning anyways, the maids do, so it didn’t matter, no less embarrassing though. I slid my arm under my pillow and hit something hard. Then I remembered my book. I pulled it out and decided this time to put it in my backpack so I could read after school tomorrow. Then hopped back into bed, and tried to calm my nerves as images of that sexy nameless man flooded my mind, lulling me into a luckily dreamless rest of the night.