Well, I finally updated again. Sorry it's been so long but I've been so busy as of late. I will try and update again soon.
When I woke up next, I was in a different bed. This one had silky sheets, comfy pillows and a warm blanket on it. I stretched and heard something tear. I looked down and saw that I wore a short strapless dress that covered what decency demanded and not a stitch more. There was now a small rip at the bottom. I shivered when I realised that my bra was missing. I got up off the bed and made my way over to the door. I was pretty sure it was locked but when I twisted the knob, it opened. I blinked and wandered through it.
The room next to mine was different. It was a lot nicer and more stylish. I shook my head when I saw my bra hanging on one of the bed posts. Well, that was just a tad bit perverted. I noticed a pile of clothes next to the bed and realised they looked suspiciously similar to the ones the Prophet had been wearing when they kidnapped me. Just as I had that thought, a door opened behind me.
"Can't stay away from me, can you, sweetheart?" a deep voice asked.
I gulped and turned around.
Dear God.
The Prophet was standing in front of me, in nothing but a towel, and had water dripping down his body. His black hair was wet and hanging down around his face. He had no war-paint on and he looked even more handsome with none on. I didn't realise I was staring at his chest until he laughed. I looked up at him and blushed.
"Oh, no, it's okay, honey. Stare if you want," he smirked.
The Prophet snickered as my blush deepened.
"But if you keep staring at me with that innocent look on your pretty face, it may make me do something like this."
And then, to my utter horror, he dropped the towel from around his hips. I gasped and covered my eyes, ignoring his chuckles.
"Oh, come on, darling. You saw me naked two days ago."
My eyes widened behind my fingers.
"I've been out for two days?" I asked incredulously.
The Prophet chuckled.
"Yep. The cops are going insane. It's hilarious," he laughed.
Then I felt hands grab my hips and pull me towards a wet body.
"Now, why don't you uncover your eyes and we can have a little fun?" he asked huskily.
I swallowed. He pulled my hands away from my face and his blue eyes stared down into mine. I strained away from him and he laughed. He pulled me back and crushed his lips to mine. I gasped and struggled but he was too strong. His hands dropped down to my butt and he squeezed it, groaning into my mouth. I gasped when I felt his *ahem* erection press up against me and he started to lightly grind against me.
As the Prophet dry humped me, he moved backwards to his bed and pulled me down on top of him. He separated his lips from mine and started to attack my neck with vicious hungry kisses. I moaned and tilted my head back, allowing him to reach more of my neck. He chuckled and started nipping here and there with his teeth. I gasped and he rolled us over, trapping me underneath him. The Prophet pressed his hips against mine and started to grind them in a circle. As he did that, I let out a couple of breathy moans, turning him on even more.
He pulled back and stared down at me with lustful blue eyes.
"Oh, sweetheart, you feel so good," he panted.
I gasped when his hands pushed the dress up to above my stomach. Then he slipped his fingers inside my underwear and I looked at him with wide eyes, knowing what he was going to do. He smirked and slid one inside. I moaned as he started to push it in and out.
"Oh, God, Prophet!"
The Prophet grinned and added another finger. I groaned and started to thrust my hips in time with his fingers.
"That's right, baby. You enjoy my fingers fucking you, don't you?" he purred.
I gasped and nodded as he added another. I was getting close. So close. My legs were starting to feel like jelly and the pool of heat in my stomach was ready to overflow. Just as I was about to climax, he pulled his fingers out. I groaned from the loss and he chuckled wickedly as he stood up.
"Sorry, darling. We'll have to finish this another time."
I glared at him angrily, all traces of desire gone. He smirked and leant down as I sat up. He tangled his hand in my hair and crushed his lips to mine. I growled in protest but he persisted and I eventually moaned needily. The Prophet laughed and pulled away slightly. He nibbled my bottom lip then kissed my jaw.
"But that time will be very soon, my dear."
Then he stood and walked over to another door, presenting me with a nice view of his backside. He opened it and I saw a lot of black leather and silver studs before he disappeared inside it. I growled and crossed my arms over my chest.
Bastard.
I would've punched him if he left me like that Dx. Chapter Five shall be along soon, my lovelies. xx