Chapter 4

Katelyn's POV

I put my cell phone on my vanity table, looked in the mirror, and applied toner after serum. I patted my cheeks and took off the towel wrapped around my hair.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to me earlier as I dried my hair with a blow dryer. I’m not sure if it’s all a coincidence or if something strange is happening to me.

I’m also worried that I’m just being paranoid about everything that’s going on or that I inherited my mother’s illness.

“No, Katelyn, you passed the checkup, remember? You’re not sick, so stay upbeat!” I said to my reflection in the mirror.

I couldn’t help but be afraid after what happened to my mother because back when I reached High School, my mother’s paranoia worsened. She became so strict with me regarding men and always told me to stay away from them. She even guards me at night and always reminds me not to hang out with any man.

When I reached puberty, her condition deteriorated significantly. In the middle of the night, she will scream and rush into my room, locking me in a tight hug. I recall her screaming hysterically inside my room as if she was arguing with something that the naked eye couldn’t see. And most of the time, even though it’s just her and me in the house, she whispers to herself as if she’s talking to someone else.

Her paranoia got to the point where she wouldn’t let me go outside or leave her side, which hampered my studies and, worse, affected my mental health.

My Auntie Kaylie made the decision at the time to admit my mother to a mental facility so that experts could help her and cure her of her mental illness, as well as for my own good.

“And my good father has already gone to his mistress,” I said sarcastically as I rose from my chair and walked straight to the bed. I leaned against the bed’s headboard, checking my social media and emails.

I’m trying to keep out the things that have been going through my head, particularly what the old lady said to me. Until I didn’t realize I was back in my dream.

I was wearing another silk dress, this time red, and nothing else. I wonder why I’m always inside my old room where we used to live.

“It’s another dream,” I told myself, knowing where I was.

“Good evening, Katelyn.” My heart almost jumped when I saw this man again in my dream. Just like last time, he was wearing black pants that could almost see the line down his hmmm...

“You seem curious about what I’m hiding here?” He asked, looking down at his bottom, and I averted my gaze.

“Who are you? What are you trying to do with me?” I asked to change the subject because I couldn’t stop staring at his gorgeous body. I’ve never seen such a beautiful body in person before. Also— this is exactly my type.

“Hmm... just think I’m here to teach you,” he said, and I frowned as I took a step back as I noticed him approaching me.

“Teach what?” I asked, annoyed, and turned around when I felt my back hit the wall.

“Getting used to being held by a man. Don’t you want to be normal and get into a relationship?” He asked, and I wondered how he knew about that.

“Imagine I’m a teacher, and you’re my student,” he said, and I swallowed.

As he approached, I was drawn to his broad shoulders, wide chest, and six cuts on his stomach.

My attraction to him is intensified by the long and complex tattoo on his arm. It was like a snake with three heads.

“What, Katelyn? Won’t you agree? You’ve got nothing to lose because this is all a dream, right?” He asked, grabbing my chin and bringing it to his face.

Why am I like this? I can’t deny him or turn away from him. I’m also not scared, despite the fact that I can’t see the man’s face in front of me.

The heat in my body and my desire for his lips are my dominant sensations right now.

“Just allow me to touch your body, and I’ll make you feel what you’re looking for,” he added, and I’m not sure why I nodded and agreed with him.

I know what is happening to me is insane, but I have nothing to lose if it’s just a dream.

“Okay, I agree. Teach me, please.” When I replied, I noticed a sweet smile on his lips.

He kissed me with his thin, red lips. Even though I couldn’t see the upper part of his face, I was satisfied with it because when I felt the first kiss I had tasted my whole life, I felt like I didn’t care about the world anymore.

He kissed me passionately on the lips, and I did not immediately respond. I know nothing about this, so I’m stuck here like a stump.

But he didn’t say anything, and when I felt him holding the back of my head, he pressed his lips against mine and taught me to relax with a soft kiss.

“Relax, and let yourself be carried away by my kiss.” He pointed at me and then smiled again in front of me.

Because he was taller than me, he bowed down while I reached for his lips.

I tried to follow every movement of his lips as if I were fighting it, and I didn’t realize our tongues were playing together.

The sweetness of that kiss, I feel like nothing beats it.

We let go of the kiss together, and I caught my breath; I hadn’t been able to follow what was happening when I immediately felt his hand wandering around my ass.

“Wait, why are you in such a hurry?” I asked because I couldn’t keep up with the pace at which he wanted to do things.

“Don’t worry. You don’t need to think about anything. Just let me take the lead,” the man said, and I just swallowed and nodded.

He smiled again as he carried me to the bed, and my heart almost skipped a beat as he held me in his arms.

But it’s strange that I’m not afraid of him, as if I haven’t carried any trauma from the past.

We sat on the bed, and he held me on his thigh. We kissed again, and I felt his hand enter my lingerie.

When his big palm touched my big round breast, I gasped. I almost fainted and couldn’t help but let out a moan from my mouth that didn’t let his lips that were eager to kiss me.

It’s like I’m drowning in ecstasy like I’m on fire with the simultaneous sensations I feel.

I could feel my thighs twitching, and I wished I could spread them open and let him see what I was hiding.

“Ahmm... please wait.” I pull away from him because I feel like I’m going crazy with him sucking on my tongue and his kiss going down from my neck.

But he didn’t stop and instead threw me on the bed. I saw him untying his pants while he was on top of me.

“Tell me if I should stop or if we should keep going,” he promised, and I swallowed.

I want to hold him but am scared. I’m at a loss for what to do because I know if we do this, I won’t be able to go back.

“It’s all a dream, Katelyn. You are free to do whatever you want.” When he said that, I felt like I had escaped all of my limitations.

I swallowed, drew his arm, and he placed his hand on top of my breast.

I looked at him and heard him laugh. He grinned at me, his tongue on his lips, and quickly grabbed me.

“Aaaahhh...” When I felt his tongue on my crown, I moaned. I was lying comfortably as he held my back and played with my two mountains.

He pulled my lingerie down from my waist to my feet. He threw it on the floor, but I didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed if he saw the thing I was hiding between my thighs.

I feel like an escaped animal; is this really me? Is this what I’ve been hoping for?

I feel as if I don’t recognize myself because my parents did not raise me in this manner. I’ve never played with my body or felt any sensation in my private parts, but now I’m lost in the pleasure this man is giving.

His kiss made its way down my mountain and into my stomach. He seemed to be marking me with his lips until he got to that part.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart.

“I promise you. This tongue will drive you insane, hahaha!” He said this as he lowered his gaze to my pearl.

“Ughhh—” I could only moan and couldn’t turn my head in any direction.

With his tongue on my slit, I almost went insane. He twisted it and toyed with my pearl.

I felt very wet in that part until his finger slowly inserted into my hole.

“Wait... wait— ahhh!” I think I’m going crazy! I didn’t know what to say when I felt his tongue and two fingers simultaneously playing with my pearl and hole.

I’m not sure what I will feel because I’m so wrapped up in the pillow and enjoying myself.

Until I felt my juices start to flow again. I saw his pants come down as he kneeled in front of me.

He wiped each of his wet fingers with my juice. “You have no idea how many years I’ve waited for this opportunity,” he said in hushed tones that I couldn’t quite understand due to my heavy breathing and dizziness.

He bent down, and I saw his long sword in his hand. It was bright red and seemed to be throbbing and furious.

I swallowed, wondering if that thing would fit in my hole.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know you can handle it,” he said as he held my thigh.

On my slit, I felt the kiss of his redhead. He inserted it gently, and I bit my lower lip.

Why is it like this? Why am I experiencing all of these sensations if this is just a dream? With all the pleasure and pain, I feel as if I’m having sex with this man.

“Wait—!”

When I felt his length inside me, I couldn’t complain any longer. Although I couldn’t see his face, I noticed him biting his lower lip and looking up as his hand ruffled his hair.

It’s as if he’s enjoying himself, and I can’t deny that even though it hurts, it feels great, especially since my body is gradually adjusting.

“I’m going to move,” he said, bending down to kiss my head.

I nodded, and we kissed once more.