I'd first like to apologize for an abrupt and ridiculously long hiatus. I wrote a chapter thinking I'd be able to add more as it was close to winter break. Unfortunately I never wrote anything cohesive over the break, and by the end of it I had to return to school and stay focused. But I'm finally here! And I swear, by hook or by crook, I am finishing this story. To make up for the long hiatus, I supplied you all with a long chapter, cheers!
Wendy woke up to Pan yanking her up and out of her cage by the arm. Her knees wobbled and shook her out of balance as she tried to comply. Pan kept her up with a steady grip on her arm. She blinked a few times until her vision cleared. Outside the window, only the subtlest hint of dawn shone through the navy gray sky.
With the ghost of a push, Pan had Wendy lying on his bed. Wendy propped herself up on her elbows, a little more awake and asked a question, at least in her head she did. To Pan, it was an awkward tumbling of incohesive syllables. He chuckled lightly and pulled down his briefs.
A new level of wakefulness washed over her as Pan's shaft steadily approached her slightly open mouth. Reflexively, she opened her mouth wider and looked up to see a look of approbation from Pan. Her mouth enveloped the length of him while his hands held the back of her head. After a few swift thrusts, he pulled himself out and off her.
"Why so early?" Wendy mumbled as Pan slipped off her cotton shorts.
"We must leave early for your first day back at school." Pan sucked on three of his fingers.
"School doesn't start until..." Wendy trailed at the realization of Pan's words, and soon after, his actions.
His fingers rubbed her folds, sliding smoothly over her bundle of nerves. Each stroke elicited bolts of pleasure, traveling upward from her core. He smirked in amusement as he watched her writhe in pleasure. Her eyes, half-lidded, flaunted its long eyelashes. Her pink full lips formed an O. Her petite frame splayed out in front of him, spread open in welcome. The sight burned a flame in his loins.
Just as she was on the brink of release, he removed his fingers and smeared her juices on his shaft. He positioned himself at her base and rubbed his length at her entrance, sliding against her clit in slow, smooth motions. Within seconds she finally reached her peak. Heat clouded her eyes as the coil in her belly unraveled and released itself as waves of pleasure at the skin of her folds. Now highly sensitive to the sensations beneath her, she moved away from Pan to calm her nether nerves.
Not one to wait patiently, Pan gripped at her waist and forced her back to her former position. Despite her squirming, he entered her in one fluidly balanced thrust. Wendy cried out, she felt a sharpness in her that couldn't quite be pinned to either pain or pleasure. Pan on the other hand took an immediate liking to the sudden warmth of her. He wasted no time and began pounding in swift intense thrusts.
Given no time to adjust, Wendy was overridden with sudden sensations, which turned her initial cry into mellifluous peals. This in turn aroused Pan even further.
"What a pretty little melody, my bird." Pan teased as he sped up.
In just two more strokes, Wendy felt another coil in her body forming, about to erupt in another wave of release. A stroke later, Pan had entered a similar state, which prompted him to move his hands from Wendy's hips to her upper back. In a moment of heat, he forced her forward and captured her in a searing kiss.
Along with all her heightened senses, the kiss was the culminating sensation to send Wendy over the edge. Her moan drowned in between their lips as a whiplash of pleasure erupted within her.
Seconds later, Wendy's convulsions paired with the heat of their kiss sent Pan to the peak of his bliss. White heat ripped through him as he rode out each wave of pleasure, spilling himself into Wendy.
As Pan filled her with the last of him, Wendy gyrated her hips following his ebbing rhythm. Slowing to a finish, Pan refocused his senses to the kiss, tasting every inch of her, more vigorously than he had before. Wendy reciprocated his fervor and sat up slowly, pulling him out of her in the process. Satiated, they both separated slowly, mouths still partly open, the ghost of the kiss still siting on their lips.
Pan broke the silence by clearing this throat, "Prepare us a bath, we leave for school at six. I don't want anyone tracing our path from here."
"This is your schedule from now on. A good half of it is the same as before, you'll just have to adjust for the rest. I had one of the boys get the textbooks you left at your house as well as the ones in your old locker. Your new one's beside mine and surrounded by some of our other friends."
Wendy took the papers Pan handed out to her. Her new class schedule was admittedly more time efficient, but she was uncertain if that benefit held through to outweigh the ulterior motive behind it. As far as she was concerned, Pan was to never leave her side. Time in the Neverhouse had invaded her sense of privacy, blurring the lines between shelter and security, and made her less conscious of her captive state. Being around a greater crowd of people had refocused her perspective; the sight of her new classes and locker number suddenly had her feeling suffocated and restrained.
"Any questions?" Pan interjected her train of though
In a moment of rashness Wendy blurted out, "Can I at least go to the bathroom by myself?"
Pan chuckled, his eyes unceasingly scintillated with arrogance. Just then a much larger crowd of people poured in and began to fill the halls. Pan took such a moment to pull Wendy by the chin for a demonstrable kiss. Wendy froze, unable to decide if her fear of Pan (and maybe a growing liking) was greater than her fear of a gazing crowd. Pan pulled away, making sure to do so audibly, and gripped her waist. He then hunched to level his face with hers.
Wendy already heard numerous whispers coming from the sides of the hall and front entrance. She cringed at the thought of other people hastening to gossip about her; shouldn't they at least wait until she'd left the halls?
"If you catch me in a good mood, perhaps I'll let you while I have someone stand outside the door. Does that sound good to you, my bird?"
Wendy remained silent: agreeing only enabled Pan's attitude; negating would merit punishment. Somehow, the academic atmosphere had returned some of her wits and she was glad of it.
Only two classes had tortuously passed by the time Wendy decided she wanted to melt into the floor. Each move she made: picking a seat, reciting in class, looking around was being watched. Now in her third class, geometry, Wendy ached with desire for privacy.
So while Peter was assigned to answer on the board Wendy quickly got a lavatory pass and left the room. Pan turned instinctively once he heard the knob turn. He grunted and quickly finished the equation before running out the door.
"Now wait young man there's only two lavatory passes and both are in use. You'll have to wait your turn."
Just then, a scrawny boy walked into the room holding a lavatory pass. Pan snatched it from his hands and bolted out the door.
Wendy, by this time knew Pan would be right at her heels the minute she'd heard him leave, so she had already safely made her way to the next building and up one floor, into the girl's bathroom before she stopped running.
She barged in on two upper class men laughing to themselves then stopped to give her a mischievous look as soon as she entered. Wendy gulped and slowly made her way to the furthest sink. She wet her palms, then her face to stall time. She told herself that she wanted to come to the bathroom and so she'd take as much time as she pleased, but the caged bird in her insisted on her making up reasons once she got back to Pan. Or perhaps she shouldn't return to Pan at all. This may be her chance at escape. Of course she'd probably garner a minor offense for withholding the lavatory pass for a long time as well as for leaving school early with no proper reason, but was it not a small price to pay for her freedom? Unless once she got home, Pan would already somehow be there, if not one of his-
"Wendy, right?" The blonde walked towards her.
"Uh, yeah-"
"So you were chosen by Pan himself... How'd that happen?" The brunette approached her other side.
"I was just at the wrong places at the wrong time... I wasn't exactly trying to-"
"Wrong? So you're not happy to be chosen? Don't you live alone anyway?" The blond moved closer and crossed her arms.
"Well not exactly, I-"
"And what's with that accent? Is that even realize? Did you pretend to be from London to get Pan's attention? Just cause he has an accent too?"
"No, I'm really from London. Why are you-"
A loud knock on the door interrupted Wendy and the interrogators.
"Wendy are you in there?"
Before Wendy even had a chance to consider whether to answer or not, the brunette piped up.
"Yeah, she's here!" Pan entered immediately.
"No!" Wendy backed away, but all she did was bump into the blonde.
"There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Why are you all the way over here huh?" Pan grabbed Wendy by the forearm and then held her close by the waist. "Do I need to punish you in front of these girls?" He whispered in her ear.
Wendy gulped and shook her head slowly.
Pan latched his lips onto hers, "Good."
"Hi, Pan." The brunette winked.
"Come along, love." Pan completely ignored the girl and pulled Wendy out by the waist.
Wendy played around with the food on her tray. On her table sat many of their permanents in the Neverhouse. Pan was to her right, James sat on her left, much to Pan's dislike, then Felix, Seline, and Rain sat in front of her. She passively listened to the ongoing conversation between Felix, James, and Pan over some business deal they were to handle with over the weekend.
"I'm going to put my food away and go to the fountain," she whispered meekly to Pan.
Pleased with her initiative in seeking permission, he had Seline accompany her instead, adding that she walk some distance apart from Wendy, thinking it would please her in return.
On her way to the tray counter, she saw her friends sitting on a nearby table. Jane waved shortly while the others stared blankly at her. She threw them a rueful smile, however this didn't go unnoticed by Seline who then forced Wendy to move faster by pushing her lower back. Wendy hurried and dropped her tray off. Not that this satisfied Seline, as she then hastened over to the fountain.
The line at the drinking fountain had Seline building up a temper. By the time Wendy was second in line, the boy in front of her took a particularly long time drinking. He finished with an exaggerated sigh of relief, then proceeded to take out a large water jug. This finally blew the brunette's fuse.
"Uh excuse me, what are you doing? Saving up water for the dessert? My friend and I need to get to class."
The boy turned, ready with a response, only to forget it completely and exclaim, "Wendy?"
Wendy took a moment to process the boy's face then finally recognized her childhood friend, "Baelfire!" In a flurry of excitement, Wendy threw her arms around him in embrace.
"Wendy I don't think that Pan would-"
"Bird." At the sound of Pan's voice, Wendy gasped and immediately backed away from Baelfire. She turned to face an unimpressed Pan, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted.
Pan pulled her by the waist even further away from Baelfire. He crashed his lips onto hers with enough force to cause slight pain. Wendy returned the kiss quickly, knowing Pan would be discontent without. Satisfied he made his statement he pulled away.
"Come, my love," Wendy cast a suspicious look at the amorous name, acutely aware of his excruciating grip at her side. Looking back at Baelfire would only anger him more, so Wendy resolved to look forward and push all other thoughts aside.
Once Pan had brought her to a secluded hallway, he slammed Wendy against a locker and trapped her with the weight of his body. Wendy winced at the pain that broke out on her back.
"Do you know why I'm upset Wendy?" Pan stooped down to her level and looked at her like prey.
Afraid, Wendy closed her eyes and looked the other way. "I broke a rule." Her voice shrank in sync with her fortitude.
Pan clutched her forearm and hauled her to an empty bathroom. He made sure the other stalls were empty before he hoisted Wendy up on the counter. He then locked the door and returned to a fearful Wendy.
"I find optimism in the fact that you knew what you did wrong." Pan's voice resounded with confident nonchalance. "Still, I'm afraid I can't allow it to go unpunished."