CHAPTER 4

KATELYN's POV

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I placed my cell phone on top of the vanity table, looked at myself in the mirror, and applied toner, followed by serum and cream. I lightly tapped my cheeks and removed the towel wrapped around my hair.

While blow-drying my hair, I couldn't help but think about what happened to me earlier. I didn't know if it was a coincidence or something strange was happening to me.

I was also nervous that I might be getting paranoid about everything, or maybe I inherited my mother's illness.

"No, Katelyn, you've already had yourself checked, remember? You're perfectly fine, and stay positive," I said to my reflection in the mirror.

I couldn't help but fear the events that happened to my mom before. Ever since her behavior changed, she became even more strict with me, forbidding me from getting close to any man. She kept a close watch on me at night and frequently warned me never to be involved with any man.

Her paranoia worsened when I reached adolescence. Sometimes, she would suddenly scream at night and rush into my room, tightly hugging me.

I still remember how she used to scream inside the room as if she were hitting someone invisible. She would whisper as if talking to someone else.

It reached a point where she wouldn't let me leave her side, affecting my education and even my own thoughts.

That's when Aunt Kaylie decided to admit my mother to a mental facility to address her condition and for my own well-being.

"And my excellent father left for someone else," I muttered sarcastically, sitting up straight on the chair and checking my social media and emails. I tried to erase the thoughts from my mind, especially what the old man told me. Until I realized I was in another dream.

Once again, I found myself wearing a silk dress. This time it was red, and I had nothing else on underneath. I wondered why I was always inside my old room in our previous house.

"It's another dream," I sighed, knowing where I was.

"Good evening, Katelyn." My heart almost jumped when I saw the man again in my dream. Just like last night, he was wearing black pants, revealing a line going down his... well...

"Seems like you're curious about what I'm hiding here," he asked, glancing down, and I instinctively looked away.

"Who are you? What is your purpose with me?" I asked, trying to change the subject because I couldn't help but look at his attractive body. I had never seen such a beautiful body in person before. Besides, this was exactly my type.

"Hmm... just think of me as being here to teach you," he said, furrowing my brow as he took a step closer, and I felt my back hit the wall.

"To teach me what?" I asked irritably, turning my head as I felt his proximity.

"To become familiar with a man's body. Don't you want to be normal and be in a relationship?" he asked, and I wondered how he knew about that.

"Just think of me as your teacher, and you're my student," he added, which I swallowed.

As he approached me, I couldn't help but be drawn to his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and the six-pack on his abdomen.

Adding to my attraction was the long snake tattoo on his arm, with a design featuring three heads.

"So, Katelyn, won't you agree? You have nothing to lose because this is just a dream," he asked, grabbing my chin and facing me towards him.

Why was that? I couldn't refuse or avoid looking at him. I also didn't feel any fear, even though I couldn't make out his face in front of me.

What dominated my senses now was the heat in my body and my thirst for his lips.

"Just give me permission to touch your body, and I'll make you feel what you've been longing for," he added, and I didn't know why I nodded and agreed with him.

I knew this was madness happening to me, but if it was just a dream, would I lose anything?

"Alright, I agree to let you teach me," I replied, and suddenly I saw a sweet smile forming on his lips.

He had thin, red lips that kissed me. Even though I couldn't see the upper part of his face, I was content with this because once I tasted the first kiss I had ever had in my entire life, I felt like I no longer cared about the world.

He passionately kissed my lips, which I hesitated to respond to immediately. I knew nothing about this, so I felt frozen in place, unable to move.

But he didn't speak, and I felt his hand on the back of my head, pressing his lips against mine, teaching me to relax with his soft lips.

"Relax, let yourself go with my kiss," he instructed me, and he smiled again in front of me.

Because he was taller than me, he stooped down while I gazed up to reach his lips.

I tried to follow his every move as if I were fighting against it, unaware that our tongues were already playing together.

The sweetness of that kiss, I felt like nothing could surpass it.

We released the kiss at the same time, and I tried to catch my breath. I hadn't fully caught up with what was happening but immediately felt his hand wandering to my backside.

"Wait, aren't you rushing a bit too much?" I asked because I really couldn't keep up with the pace of what he wanted to do.

"Don't worry; you don't need to think about anything. Just let me lead," he said, and I swallowed, nodding in response.

He smiled again and lifted me onto the bed, my heart almost bursting with nervousness as he held me in his arms.

But what really puzzled me was that I didn't feel any hesitation towards him, as if I didn't carry any past traumas.

We both sat on the bed, and he positioned me on his lap, and once again, we indulged in deep, passionate kisses while I felt his hand sliding under my clothes.

I gasped as his large palm caressed my rounded breasts. I was almost squirming, and I couldn't help but let out a moan from my mouth, eagerly reciprocated by his lips, which were eager for my kiss.

I felt like drowning in ecstasy, engulfed in a simultaneous wave of sensations that I had never experienced before.

I could feel my thighs restless, wanting to open up and let him in.

"Ahmmm... wait a moment," I interrupted him because I felt like I was going crazy from the way he sucked on my tongue and kissed his way down.

But he didn't stop and laid me down on the bed. He positioned himself over me, and I saw him undoing the string of his pants.

"Tell me if I should stop or if we should continue," he said, and I swallowed.

I wanted to take control, but I was scared. I didn't know what to do because I knew that if we did this, there would be no going back.

"Katelyn, it's just a dream. You can do whatever you want," he said, and when he said those words, it felt like I was breaking free from all my limitations.

I swallowed and grabbed his arm, placing his hand on top of my chest.

I looked at him, and I heard him laugh. He grinned at me, his tongue licking his lips, and I quickly seized the opportunity.

"Aaaahhh..." I let myself moan as I felt his tongue on my crown, passionately swirling around it, and I could feel it hardening. I writhed in pleasure as he held my back and played with my twin mounds, alternating between the left and right sides.

He pulled down my lingerie to my waist and threw it to the floor, but I didn't feel any hint of shame if he were to see what I was hiding between my thighs.

I felt like an animal set free from its cage. Was this really me? Was this really what I had been waiting for?

His kisses descended from my breasts to my stomach. He marked me with his lips until he reached that area.

He held my thighs and spread them apart.

"I promise you, you'll crave this tongue," he said, and he lowered his head to my core.

"Ughhh—" All I could respond with was a moan as I couldn't turn my head in any direction.

I was almost going insane from the sensation of his tongue on my folds. He circled and played with my pearl. Even though I couldn't see, I could feel his sucking and gentle biting.

I was completely soaked in that area until I felt one of his fingers slowly enter my passage.

"Ahhh... wait— ahhh!" I felt like I was going crazy! I didn't know what to say when I felt his tongue and two fingers simultaneously playing with my pleasure spot.

Every finger in my body clenched, and I held onto the pillow tightly, writhing in pleasure.

Then I felt my release once again. He kneeled in front of me, and I saw him lowering his pants.

He sucked on each of his fingers, drenched in my essence. "You have no idea how many years I've been waiting for this opportunity," he whispered, his words not fully registering as I struggled to catch my breath and my vision blurred.

He leaned down, and I saw a long, pulsating weapon in his grip. It was red and seemed to throb with anger.

I swallowed hard, questioning if that thing would fit inside me.

"Don't worry, baby. I know you can handle this," he said, gripping my thigh.

I felt the kiss of his crimson head against my opening. He slowly penetrated me, and I bit down on my lower lip.

Why is this happening? Why do I feel every sensation so vividly if it's just a dream?

I experience every pleasure and pain as if I'm truly engaging in intimacy with this man.

"W-Wait—!"

I couldn't protest anymore when I felt his length deep inside me. I couldn't make out his face, but I saw him biting his lower lip and looking up while holding onto his black hair.

He seemed to be enjoying it immensely, and I couldn't deny that despite the pain, it was overwhelmingly pleasurable, especially as my body gradually adjusted.

"I'm going to move," he informed me, bending down to kiss my forehead.

I nodded, and we shared another passionate kiss.

TO BE CONTINUED