Just me

She quickly grabs the sheet as her body flushes. Shes shaking as she claws pulling at the sheet. He tells her dont. His voice so commanding that her breath catches. She let's the sheet fall from her hands feeling the goose bumps rise. He tells her shes been following him and to stand. Her mouth doesnt respond to what her heads thinking. What the hell I followed you your in my room. That's when the rest of his words sink in he wants her to stand. No no way I will not do what he wants I need out have to run. Then she feels it again that desire deep inside to please him to do as he says.
She slowly let's the sheet fall gets on her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed away from him. One last chance to run. She stands with her back to him shivering barely breathing. She feels him staring and straightens herself throws her hair over her shoulder takes a deep breath and turns slowly towards him. She knows in this moment she is sealing her fate. She walks to him hands at her side trying to keep her shyness at bay she stops in front of him and the way hes looking at her breaks her fake courage and she covers herslef.
He says something but all she hears is the pounding of her heart in her ears. She drops her hands shaking to her side again. Hes standing infront of her and she takes him in. Hes taller than her. His broad shoulders. Arms strong behind the shirt. She lowers her eyes down counting the buttons on his shirt. Looking at the sleves rolled to his forearms. Her eyes keep going and she see just how turned on he is unable to hide it behind his pants. She stares a little to long and sucks in a breath.
He let's his hand brush against her skin she feels the heat from his touch. She stifles a moan. When he pinches her nipple her toes dig into the ground and she stops breathing. He body reacts to his every touch. He continues to explore her body she feels shes doing good at hiding how bad she wants him until his hand slides over her ass and close to her mound. She knows shes dripping for him and hot. She closes her eyes and prays he wont feel it. His hand is ever so close and shes begging inside but refuses to show any sign.
He spins her around and pushes her towards the bed she bends over for him hands on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs. The instinct to show him all of her, not understanding the need to please him or how she knows what he desires. His fingers explore her drifting over her ass down her until hes at that forbidden spot. His finger lingers and her body try's to push against him. No one has ever touched her there. No one has ever made her feel the desire to be touched there but by god she wants it now. She hears him tell her no and she grips the sheets and tenses. Keeping the disappointed sigh inside. He tells her it's his and she whispers yes it is. Not understanding the power he has over her.
While shes in thought about what she wants his fingers slip in and she moans unable to control it. Hes learning her from the inside and playing her like a damn violin. Her legs tense toes curl and she feels the heat rising. That deep gut feeling right before shes about to cum. Her body is moving and he pulls his fingers out after telling her she was bad for cumming with out his permission, whattttt?!?!
He puts his fingers on her lips and commands her to clean them she flicks her tongue on them then parts her lips. Slowly working down them and sucking as she goes. Moaning so he feels the vibration. Oh how she wants this to be his cock. She .makes sure to give him a good showing so he will want her.
She feels him move away as he grabs her neck. He gives her simple instructions none of which make sense to her her brain is to lost in him to pay attention. He lifts her chin and his lips. Oh soft sweet heavenly lips kiss her and then claim her mouth. Shes in a daze as she realizes hes walking out the door. She glances down to see the bulge and smirks. He nods his head and the door closes.
She stands staring for a few seconds before her knees give out and shes kneeling on the floor. She braces herself with her hands looks back at the door and waits hoping beyond all hope he will come back in and put out the fire he started. She drops her head and chest to the floor and trys to catch her breath. She feels his hands on her, still feels his lips on hers. What had this man done to her? He has ruined her for anyone else and she fears hes not done. No she prays and begs that hes not done.
She finally finds the strength to get off the floor and into bed. She looks to where he was sitting and sees an unfamiliar jacket. She crawls over to the edge of the bed reaches over and grabs it. Puts it to her nose and smells.. she whispers "its his" she crawls back over to the pillows wraps up in it and thinks about him. Wrapped up in his scent she drifts off to sleep.
She startles awake looking around the room theres no one there. She looks for the jacket but it's not there. It couldnt have been only a dream shes sure it wasnt. She did have a few drinks but she wasnt drunk. Everything from the night before.... no it has to be here it was all to real to be a dream. She keeps looking but finds nothing. Flopping back on the bed she says "well it was one hell of a dream" she lays there spread out thinking of her dream shadow man.. she thinks she will find him as she drifts back off to sleep with a smirk on her face