Her quiet moans bounced off the walls of the room. Her voice sounded foreign to her that she almost didn't believe that she was the one producing such a sound.
Elara ached her body against the surprisingly soft mattress, her skin slicked with sweat. She was too deep in the pleasure that engulfed her that she barely had time to reason why her bed felt different. The sheets were wrapped tightly around her legs as though trying to keep her from floating up to heaven. Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her night dress.
Her hand slid down her chest, fingers brushing against her hardened nipples as it slid lower, trembling and seeking until it finally found the source of the aching heat between her thighs. Her body shook as a shudder ran through her,her delicate fingers rubbing circles around her heat. The pleasure was too overwhelming, causing her to stop breathing for a moment. She sucked her lower lips into her mouth as she tried not to scream out loudly, fearing that someone might overhear her moans.
She felt overstimulated. The quietness of the room only helps in intensifying the pleasure. She felt everything around her, even the soft kisses of the wind against her sweat soaked skin. "Fuck!"
She raised her lower body up instinctively as she tried to fall in rhythm with her fingers that moved between her thighs, sliding deeper and faster. The pressure built up in the pit of her stomach spreading through her body like wildfire. She could tell how close she was to climax… the pressure building up urgently…
Then…
She felt the eerie feeling of being watched.
What?
She froze.
Her fingers stilled,her heart pounding erratically in her chest. She tried to assure herself that she was only imagining it. There was no way someone would be in her room… watching her. That wasn't possible. Though she told herself that,it still didn't calm her already frayed nerves.
If anything,that feeling grew heavier and stronger and she became sure that someone was actually watching her. She pulled the cover over her body with her free hand trying to cover herself.
Turning her head to the corner of the room close to the bedpost,she felt a presence there.
A shadow moved.
Her breath hitched as she watched the figure step forward into the light. The faint light of the moon coming through the window fell on his face revealing a face that she knew too well.
Damien.
Even though the light in the room was limited she could still recognise those features anywhere. Her body froze with fear even though the traitorous heat continued to throb between her thighs. His dark eyes pinned her down making it difficult for her to move a muscle. He stared at her the way he always did when they were together… like she belonged to him.
He looked terrifyingly handsome towering over her even though she tried to deny it. Her lips parted to ask what he was doing in her room and how he had gotten into her room,but no sound came out.
A cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he got closer and closer until his knees were pressed against the edge of the bed. His voice was a low, mocking purr.
"You really are… shameless. How do you feel touching yourself like the whore you know you are? That feels good right? I'm sure it does, you slut"
Even though she felt nothing but disgust,her body betrayed her. She felt weak and helpless and she hated herself even more than ever. Even though fear ran through her body,that didn't stop her hands from moving, the built pleasure still throbbing in the pit of her stomach. She tried to move away… she really tried but it was as if she had no control over her body. The more she tried to deny herself that pleasure,the more the heat built until her thighs shook and her back arched without her consent.
"Oh God!"
Rage crossed Damien's face and he leaned over her head,his hot breath fanning against her ear.
"I am your God, Elara! You belong to me. I own you!! And when I find you… I'll make you pay"
A soft moan tore through her lips caught between sob and please as the rush of her climax ripped through her, violently and continuously. Hot tears ran down her face not from the aftereffect of her release but from horror. She couldn't believe herself. What did she do? Damien was a monster who had done nothing but hurt and she… pleasured herself at the sound of his voice. She wished nothing more at that moment than to disappear but her body wouldn't stop trembling.
Then a dark and terrifying chuckle escaped his throat followed by the distant ring of a bell.
Her eyes snapped open.
She was all alone in her motel room.
Elara quickly sat upright,her heart threatening to jump through her chest. Every inch of her skin was soaked with sweat which dampened her night dress. Her thighs were still slick from the aftermath of the… dream. A strange dream.
She grabbed her phone, immediately turning on the flashlight as she scanned every corner of the little room. The lock on the door was thankfully still in place.
A cold breeze caressed her skin, reminding her that she had forgotten to close the window before falling asleep.
She bolted out of bed almost falling to her feet as she quickly slammed it shut,her hands trembling so violently that she almost pulled out the latch.
She pressed her forehead against the wooden window, her chest rising and falling in ragged bursts.
"It's just a dream… pull yourself together. You don't have to worry. It's just a dream" she said to herself as she tried to calm her racing heart
She still couldn't shake off that eerie feeling.
Even though she had managed to escape Damien,she still couldn't shake off that feeling that he was going to find her and she didn't want to imagine what would happen if he ever did.