Chapter 4 4

I spun around and collapsed, feeling the ache of my womanhood and the pain.

It's only that I didn't have my blindfold on, and when I glanced at my glasses, I noticed I was lying in my room, with the curtains drawn and the air conditioning on full blast.

I examined my body, many kiss marks on my breasts and thighs, as well as my neck and femininity.

I reddened, and there was a lot of blood on the wrinkled blanket.

When I remembered what I had done and was trained to do, and that I was obeying his directions, my cheeks and ears grew hotter.

"You are so wicked, my God!" I yelled, jumped into bed, and collapsed.

"Good morning, Aw-" I yelled, bending down and nearly rolling over on the bed.

"Shut your eyes. Don't you dare to look up?" I sat up on my bed, my hand covering my thigh. I obeyed his instruction, so I closed my eyes and he reapplied the blindfold.

"There you have it, Your Majesty," I said, remaining standing.

When something soft brushed my lips, I drew away, only to discover that his hand was still clutching my neck.

What a place. I haven't yet brushed my teeth. I expressed my displeasure. Then I took an Indian seat after being practically screamed at by someone with a hand on my femininity and seemed to be inadvertently probed.

"H-hey! What exactly is it? It's not the same as being a fucking rapist. I'm still in agony! Would you be willing to lend me a dress, please?" I yelled, and he kissed my femininity, and I yelled back.

"You know, swelling hurts, so don't do it now." I remarked as I rose from the bed. and let out a sigh into the CR.

"That's why I read your kiss straight away," he joked, and I got up and yelled angrily.

"Argh! What a jerk!" I yelled and walked into the CR. I slammed the door shut, took off my blindfold, picked up the soap, and cleaned my face.

It's a good thing I've remembered every nook and cranny of the CR.

I was pushed into the shower, and a chilly shower met my closed eyelids.

I opened a door. I swear I will not wake up. Finish my bath first, so I don't have to deal with it afterwards. I continued my bath, I added. And it's weird because I feel like he's gazing at me when I'm bathing.

As I wiped the towel and headed to the basin to clean my face, my cheeks and ears were heated.

"Blew," he whispered, kissing my neck again, and I smacked his hand. It's excessive.

"It still hurts," I muttered, turning around and going directly to my walk-in closet, which I closed.

"Don't be the first to arrive. I'll go shopping," I stated this before putting on a loose shirt and shorts. Because my shirts are so long, I don't enjoy wearing shorts.

I opened the walk-in closet door and exited, blinded.

"Hey?" I called to him and crawled away. Tsk, I'm kind, and I'm worried about you, mom. Especially since he is aware of everything Mama and Kuya do.

"H-hey," I muttered, as he smelled my neck and caressed my waist.

"You smell nice," he whispered, kissing my neck once more.

"H-hey. I've experienced a lot of goosebumps" He clutched at his shoulder as I stopped him.

His torso is becoming tougher. "We won't do anything this time," he whispered again, kissing my nose.

"Wait, what?" I inquired, then was dragged back into his lap.

"Make out," he whispered as he kissed my lips, his hands on his waist and mine on his shoulders and neck.

"Hmm. You're a fast learner student," he added, before putting his hand on my shorts.

"H-hey!" I said this, and he kissed my chin, embraced my waist, and placed his face on my chest.

"Please, only foreplay," I whispered as he kissed my neck oddly again.

"You are already wet, babe." He said with his hoarse voice. I can't deny that it also makes me turned on, damn this voice.

"It truly hurts," I grumbled, closing my eyes in agony.

"Here." I was astonished that he didn't close my eyelids, but he kept me from waking up.

"Don't open your eyes. I'm handing it over to you." He murmured before kissing me, and he still didn't take his hand off my shorts.

"Hmm. Wet," he muttered, and my cheeks and ears sweated.

"Can you recall what you did yesterday?" He repeated this, and I giggled as I tightly clenched my eyes and bit my bottom lip.

"You move wild." He didn't complete what he was about to say as I kissed him, and thank God, my lips were in the right place.

"Hmm, wild girl," he muttered, grabbing my nose.

"Aw, that hurts!" I lamented the fact that I am with both hands.

"Blushing," he remarked before kissing my nose.

He grabbed my hand in his and placed it on his cheek.

I place my palm over his brows and eyes. Down her nose and between her lips.

"Why?" I inquired, and was then turned around to feel the hard object in the lowest portion of my body.

"You're hot," he whispered as he devoured my neck once again.

"Are you a true serial killer?" I ask him, then merely grin.

"Why? Aren't you afraid?" I felt a little gust in my ear when he asked.

"No. I believe you have a heart," I remarked, then I caressed his jaw line, and he moaned because of what I did.

"Of course I have my heart," he murmured, kissing both of my cheeks.

"If you're not scared, open your eyes," he whispered at random, and I tensed in my seat and gulped.

A portion of my brain is telling me to look at him and identify him.

That's why I'm terrified. I was terrified that I might be injured much more later, and I knew he was scaring me. And if I don't obey him, my family will perish.

And what's the sense of meeting him if he's just threatening me?

"N-no. Thank you very much," I answered, then left, saying nothing.

"You're afraid," he murmured, and I stood up. He stood up when I sat on his lap because he was dragging me out of my room.

"Can you tell me where you're taking me?" I ask him, then take his hand in mine.

"I'm going to prepare some food for you. I know you're starving." When he spoke, I squeezed his arm and he came to a halt.

"You're naughty!" I screamed and crawled onto the sofa.