Chapter 3 (SPG)

Yngrid hurriedly left the bar after she bid her goodbyes to the two insane friends.

God forbid! The scene earlier is almost like a disaster for her. She still can't seem to imagine that only a withered eggplant which obviously is beaten badly will be her first. She fanned himself.

Yngrid still can't forget what happened even though they spent two hours talking and drinking alcohol inside the bar. From time to time, the almost tragedy that would have probably happened to her makes her cringe. She tried hard to entertain herself by watching the dancers, particularly to her friend who didn't care even though obviously most of the men dancing there were just watching its every move. If anyone loves to dance as much as the three of them, it's Reese.

Hay! What if things went different before? She couldn't even imagine having sex with someone as old as her grandfather. If it wasn't for the man who saved her earlier, that old man's expired agua bendita might have been sprinkled on her femininity by now.

"God forbid! Be merciful, please don't!" She keeps on uttering these for God knows how many times.

On the way to the place where she had parked her car earlier, a text message caught her attention which made her dig into the clutch bag she was carrying. To her recollection, she put the phone next to the key earlier so that's where her hand automatically went. She took out the key first before picking up the phone to read the message she received.

"Fuck!"

Shocked as she is, Yngrid almost drop the key she's holding when it dawned on her who the message was from. Last time she got a message from the sender is when she came back from her tour in Paris. Suddenly her hand shook. The message is a red rose with a K.S initials on it. A bunch of sweat condensed on her forehead when she suddenly felt hot. It's like a sudden rise in temperature unexpectedly sorrounds her. There is no warning and it just happens. She's close to having cold.

"Oh c'mon Yngrid, pull yourself together," she secretly rebuked herself but fuck of all fuck, she can't help but squeeze her legs closer and utter a mental curse when she felt that her cutie pet is throbbing down there.

She quickly got into the car. Unaware of how fast she drove back home, she found herself getting surprised when she saw the condo unit she was living in just 20 minutes after a supposed to be long drive. Confused on how she made it that she arrived at the condo more quicker than usual, Yngrid just laughed to herself as she tried to recover from the shock. She even overcame the burning of the adrenaline rush she felt before.

Without wasting another minutes, she immediately typed her unit's passcode. When she entered, she simply threw the bag on the floor, as well as the stilleto she was wearing. This is not the right time for her to think of being organized.

"Fuck organize. Welcome mess! The hell I care! There's a thing that I must prioritize now more than anything else."

She glanced at the clock. 40 minutes already passed since she got the message.

"Oh c'mon! Few more time left and he's coming!"

She could feel the shackles of horror already engulfing her system. She wants to calm down but her body won't cooperate.

Yngrid went into her room and took a towel. If it was just a regular night maybe she would have been lying in bed now, letting her heavy head full of alcohol consume her but this night was different. It was different and became extra different because of the message she received from that someone. She immediately went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Cleaned herself well and checked if her little hairs down there are growing even though she shaved it yesterday. Glad it isn't if not, it would be such a horror. She breathed a sigh of relief.

After 15 minutes, she came out of the bathroom to apply lotion but only to be surprised when darkness ate around the surroundings. Instead of asking herself if she turned off the switch before taking a shower, she just groped her way to where the switch was but got stilled and held a breath momentarily when a low yet authorative voice occupied the entire room.

"Don't turn on the lights. Let it the way it is."

Yngrid swallowed hard. She felt a sudden admiration rushing down her system. It's the first time that she heard the man's voice. A baritone one! It was especially pleasant to listen to and every word these man uttered was very clear because of the silence.

Her steps move slowly close to where she thought the man was standing but she shivered when suddenly she felt his presence behind her back. The man is sniffing her scent below her neck. It's breath hits her neck causing her to tighten the grip of her hand on the towel that's covering her nudity. She held her breath because of the sensation these man caused.

"Where have you been tonight?" he asked, almost a whisper while he is planting tiny kisses on her bare shoulders.

She gasped but then, she fought the urge of being under his spell. It took her a lot of strength to recollect herself before losing her remaining teeny tiny sanity.

Laughing sarcastically, she asked him, "What did you expect? Where do you think I'll go? You know my schedule."

She faked a laugh and made it seem like his question is the most absurd thing that she ever heard.

"Is it? Yeah right. I know very well about your schedule but do you know what's making me agitated?" The man grabbed her waist from behind, making her feel the tingles his hand is doing while it is placed above her stomach, gently playing there. She can literally feel his massive manhood pressed against her butt. "It's the act that you did earlier with your friends."

Drowned by the darkness, the man whispered to her ear. She closed her eyes in silence, humiliated yet aroused.

Fuck! He saw it?

Yngrid cleared her throat because she suddenly felt that something seemed to block there.

Truth be told, she didn't want to be controlled. Stepping into the world of commitment is really not her style. She don't want anyone else making decision for her and then she'll consider the idea because she's committed.

No! She don't want that.

She sighed roughly. "Well at least, I've got a view like that before," she internally uttered.

"What's up? It's just for fun."

She heard the man's slight gnashing of teeth. Yngrid was about to retreat but before she can do the plan, the man moved away before her so she could breathe easily. Her eyebrows creased as she followed the man's bulk into the darkness. It's like someone is taking it. Somehow it was a bit gradual as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She got this urge that she would like to ask the reason why he suddenly appear but her tongue seem to get twitched again when she heard its baritone voice... again.

"Turn back."

Her treacherous body followed and turned away. As what he had done earlier, the man pressed her against his warm body from behind but this time she swallowed hard. She can feel him again but unlike earlier, his bulge now seem to double in size and at its command position. It was literally stabbing her in the back. More specifically to her butt's entrance. To avoid farther temptation, Yngrid closed her eyes hard and forced herself to get out of his embrace but the man just put more pressure on her body, particularly in the lower part. She was a bit panicked but she tried hard to compose herself.

"It's just for fun? Really? Well, that's not funny!" he said with finality.

She would have appealed to what the man said but that was replaced by a protest when she felt something being tied to her hands. She seems to have drowned too much in its presence that she didn't even realize he would do such move. Yngrid was about to face the man to slap him but she can't because her hands were tied. Instead, the man preceded her on what she attempted to do. He quickly blindfolded her eyes. She slowly backed away to get away from her but she could feel the man following her every steps. Not letting her be a lot distant from him.

"So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

"You know very well that I don't want any why's nor what's."

Yngrid's attention turned back to the man's annoyed voice. She zipped her mouth. Of course! How can she forget it?

She gasped when suddenly, without warning, her tightly covered towel that is the only piece she's wearing got grabbed away from her body. Contrary to the cold she must feel, she can literally feel her cheeks burning .She knew that she's not an innocent type and her mind is also polluted but it doesn't change the fact that this is the very first time that she let a male specie see her bareness. No! Erase ... She didn't let him. He insisted. But is it against her will? Yngrid pondered the answer in her mind but she saw no objection there. Instead, she was struck by anticipation but she tried to dismiss it.

She can't see him so she's clueless on what these man will do next. Her senses sharpened. Not long after, she felt the bed sag along with the man's heavy breathing.

What is he up to?

"About that guy, did you let him touch you here?"

She gasped when she felt him touch her boobs. She's about to beat herself up when she felt her boobies little crown, erect. She didn't know if it had been like that before. The man's lips went down to her neck but instead of avoiding it, her traitor body tilted its neck give more freedom and way for him. The man is slightly biting while planting kisses on her. She would have liked to stop him from doing so but how can she do it when her body seems to be more dominant than her brain?

The man played his tounge at her earlobes while its hands were busy on both sides of her boobs. The other one is shaping the right side while the other is playing the sensitive tip.

"Yes," she faintly answered.

It's supposed to be a mock but it came out as a moan. Right at that very moment, she knew she's doomed! She can feel the smirk from his lips below her neck.

"How about here?" The man continued his question but this time, he lowered himself.

Shit! There is really no hope.

All the questions that Yngrid prepared for their meeting once she and these man will cross path, vanished like all of those don't even exist. How can she? When these man is now tracing her folds with his fingers, up and down. Taking its time tickling her slit. Plus the fact that she can feel his manhood on her legs. She can already tell even without seeing it that he's huge. He's gifted, in fairness.

"What do you think of me?"

She tried to be stern but shit! She's going crazy over what this man is doing. The feeling is too heaven-like and she like it... so damn much.

"I'm a woman who stand for her words so don't ask me that questions. I agreed that I won't let any man touch me aside from you. Argh fuck you!"

It's so damn painful. Fuck him!

She gritted her teeth as she felt so much pain in her femininity. She was in tears and wanted to scream in so much pain but it would be such a shame if anyone else will hear her.

"Why did you do that?" She gave him a death glare even though the man can't see it because of the blindfold. Yngrid closed her legs slowly.

It looks like the man entered only its manhood's tip in her center but the pain she's feeling right now is so hard to take as if she's going to be killed.

"My apologies. I'm just pissed off because of the childish dare you did with your friends," he said slowly like a gentle sheep.

The man pulled out its fired weapon. Yngrid just kept quiet and didn't object. Badtrip!

She was still struggling with the pain when she felt him loosen the bands on her hands. She was surprised and was about to ask but the man preceded again.

"Scratch me or bite if it can help you endure the pain."

Yngrid groped for a moment on what he meant but she was stunned because the familiar pain earlier started again as she felt him enter again. Just like what he said, she scratched his back while enduring the pain. As if her personality were divided by its sudden re-entry. She even bit the man's shoulder hard when he unleashed a powerful thrust. She felt as if something had torn her into two because of what he had done. No wonder why she felt so full because his massive and saluting manhood made impacts and continuous moves, leaving no distance in between.

Heavy breathings could be heard in her room and even more, the sound of the wet clapping of their genitals. She know that this is absurd but it made her more turned on. She meet every thrust he makes as he continue to fill her femininity. For the nth time, her own body tricked her when she felt herself following his every move until their joined lust exploded. She heard the man's groan of satisfaction as they both pant their way to reach the climax.

"Not bad for my first experience in my 28 years of existence!" Yngrid concluded.