-Sexual content in this chapter.

Chapter Three

Let Me Rule You

" Peter, why am I tied up?" I say to him, motioning hesitantly towards the vines, with no

recollection of how I ended up in this position.

One of his devilish smiles flash across his face and he trails his hand lightly brushing against

my jaw line. " Experimenting." He replies and my heart can't help but start to beat faster. His

hand then follows down my neck, slowly and with an air of seduction as his eyes don't break

contact with mine. " You're mine Kira." His whisper is enticing yet possessive and the words

hit me like fire, as does the contact of his hand against my skin.

Peter Pan then grips hold of the neckline of my dark leaf green dress, his left hand taking hold

of my hip as he pulls himself closer to me, his face only inches a part from mine. " Peter…" I

whisper back in anticipation and his eyes then drop towards my breasts that lay beneath the

neckline of the dress.

" Let me rule you." His voice comes out as a mere whisper. As Peter starts going down to his

knees, my dress goes down with him and I gasp. My nakedness us revealed, enraptured in the

coldness of the air and the heat of the situation. My arms are still raised and imprisoned in the

vines that are wrapped around on them and I tug at them, to see whether I can rip myself out

of them. I'm aching, burning to run my hands over Peter Pan, to savour and touch every part

of him as he does to me. Damn him, this isn't love this is torture, sweet and unexpected

torture.

Peter runs his hands over my curves, feeling the smoothness of my skin and he leans forward,

planting soft kisses onto my stomach, then surprising me with small bites and nibbles on my

skin. I bite my lip, comprehending which direction he will go next. He goes up. Peter raises

himself slightly, his mouth not leaving my skin and then I feel his tongue flick against the

nipple of my breast, his lips kissing down and teasing it lightly with his teeth. " Peter…untie

me…now." I plead with him, hating being bound and needing, wanting to grab him, to be as

possessive of him as he is of me.

He's letting me get all the satisfaction and it's burning me. Then again, Peter Pan always likes

to be in charge, my King of Neverland. My nipples harden under his touch and I see a smile

rise on his pleasurable lips. His eyes glance up at me," when I'm finished with you." He

harshly responds back, an unnoticeable demand in his words, and his smile fading. He's

taking charge.

He drops back down to his knees and slowly caresses the inside of my thighs, I notice a flare

of anger in his eyes and that immediately makes me hesitant. You don't want this, stop now.

Something, whether it be my conscience or some type of memory, whispers to me in my

mind, warning me. But it's so hard to hear when I'm in the position I'm in. Peter Pan's skin

touching mine sends tendrils of fire through my body, it's hard to resist and definitely hard to

say no to. " Peter…stop, untie me." I say to him, a small shake in my voice and I attempt to

pull on the vines that withhold my hands again.

Next thing I know, Peter springs up and grabs me forcefully by the chin, pressing his lips

against mine in an urgent yet infuriating manner and he bites down on my lip. I let out a gasp

and he moves his head back, watching me from where he is standing, I suddenly feel

vulnerable. " After what you did, you deserve this." He bitterly replies, his eyes narrowing

when I don't even know what the hell I'd done to anger him. Don't let him do this to you, not

again. I hate when Peter is angry, he becomes unpredictable and most times he takes his

anger out on me.

His eyes meet mine and he looks at me with wander, as if contemplating what to do next. He

then removes his perfectly carved knife from it's sheath and walks towards me, each step

seeming to last a lifetime. He puts the blade of the knife against my neck, pressing just hard

enough to draw blood. " Peter, whatever I did I'm sorry just tell me what it was and it won't

happen again. I swear of it." I say back to him, a tone of urgency to my voice yet it's nearly a

whisper. I squirm in my position and swiftly glance up at my hands bound by the vines again,

then back at Peter's irate eyes.

" No it won't." Peter replies, his voice distant and I start to feel the blood from the cut on my

neck to drip itself down my body and towards my stomach. He then trails the knife up along

my arm lightly and reaches the vines. With just one motion, he cuts the vine holding my right

hand and I almost let out a sigh of relief, almost. He slices the opposing vine and my left hand

drops from it, both arms fatigued from being withheld so long.

Then in just a matter of seconds Peter Pan presses my body against the wall, lifting my legs

up to clutch around his groin. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he crushes his

lips onto mine again, his tongue dancing with mine something I can't help doing. One part of

me is telling me to stop, but the whisper from my conscience is barely audible as if something

or someone is blocking it, therefore instead making me want to do whatever Peter Pan wishes

of me. I feel the hardness and length of his member pressing against me and Peter proceeds to

pull down his trousers. STOP. "Peter!" I let out a gasp, or a cry either from pleasure or protest

and my nails dig into his back and he lets out a pleasurable gasp of his own.

" Pan." A voice comes from the doorway, Felix. His eyes are averted to the ground which he

seems to be having a hard time doing and I blush instantly, hiding my face behind Peter as if

thinking that Felix won't recognise I'm there if he can't see me.

Peter lets out a frustrated sigh, his arms still holding me up and not at all perturbed by the fact

that Felix had interrupted us. "What is it now?" Peter's words are blunt and cutting, clearly

showing Felix that now isn't the time for whatever the hell he is about to address him with.

" It's sunset, you wished to be informed so we could plan our next move regarding the

pirates." Felix replies, his eyes still averted to the ground and his voice low.

" I'm busy Felix." Pan responds aggravatingly, his head turned towards Felix and then he lets

out what may almost be a cross between a sigh and a growl. " Fine, meet me there and get me

something to eat I've worked up an appetite." Peter looks at me again with his intense eyes

and I don't know whether to delve into the intensity or continue to hide in embarrassment

from Felix.

Felix responds with a nod and then heads off. Peter Pan then clenches his fists that have now

let my legs drop back to the ground. He backs away from me, leaving me breathless against

the wall as he pulls his trousers back up. " I'll finish with you later." Peter promises me with a

troublesome smirk on his face, I don't know whether to be afraid or excited. Peter then heads

towards he archway of the bedroom. " And Kira, don't go running off." He warns me and

then heads off to go and correspond with the Lost Boys.

I'm left in the room, my wrists rimmed red from the constraint of the vines, my face flushed

from the intensity and embarrassment and my body naked in the cold bitter air of the

bedroom. I kneel down and pick up my dress, pulling it back on my body and adjusting my

wild and flustered dark hair. Pan told me not to go running off, he warned me. I must admit I

do get irate when Pan gives me an order that sounds like he's trying to keep me on his leash.

After all he only told me to not go running off, he didn't specifically say I can't leave the

camp, yes I'll go for a leisurely walk no running involved at all, maybe some flying if I have

the strength for it. Other than that Peter will be too busy in the war chamber planning to

undergo whatever conflict that has arisen with the pirates. It's always the pirates.

I let out a sigh yet a mischievous smile spreads across my lips as I leave the bedroom and go

out into the open air of the camp, my eyes and thoughts set on exploring the excessive forest

of Neverland. I know for a fact planning doesn't take long with Pan, mostly around a quarter

of an hour. At least a ten-minute walk will help replenish my mood and sanity from being

stuck in the camp, after all being cooped up in the camp can be so constricting, despite it's

numerous benefits.

I bite my lip slightly in wonderance, maybe I do have enough energy…can only try. I swing

my arms slightly by my side, testing the wind and then take a deep breath as I bend my knees

and jump off from the ground. I set off in flight and absorb the thrill of being free in the air of

Neverland. Flying is the only way I can have a few moments of freedom, of thoughtlessness

to be by myself and I've been out enough times without getting caught out by Pan, I'm

discreet most times, for now at least.