Richard. Richard. Richard. Richard.
I didn’t know if I was dreaming or or saying what I wanted, but I woke up to find myself chanting Richard's name. I found Richard on me, straddling me, his large hands pinning mine down, probably trying to prevent me from doing something regretable.
I began to shake under him, struggling to escape his gasp. In my struggle, my eyes met the mirror on the wall, and I was shocked to see my reflection. I was unrecognizable.
My eyes were bloodshot and my canines were all out, sharp and pointy. I was completely naked under him. Then I remember that today was the second-to-last day of the heat, and that the last days of heat are usually the worst.
"Shit! You are burning up. " Richard exclaimed as he placed his hands on my head. He stretched out his hand towards the bedside table to retrieve the bowl of water and started applying it to me with a towel.
"We have to mate Isabel. You are in pain, and I can't stand seeing you like this. Besides, it is bound to happen sooner than later. So why postpone the inevitable?" He questioned, his hand reaching out to smoothen the wrinkles on my face. "The pain is just going to increase, and it is painful for me to watch you suffer."
"N..no. I don't ca..care how much pai..pain I'm in. I am not m..ma..mating with you." I gritted out with clenched teeth as pain surged through my body.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn, huh?" He eyed me as he continue cleaning me. Begore I could reply, one of his hands crawled up my body to my nipple and pinched it hard. He did it to reprimand me, expecting ne to cuss him out. But he wasnt expecting the response he got.
A long-drawn moan escaped me at his action. My hips shot up towards him, grinding against him. Fuckkk. The friction of our bodies was making me go crazy, and I continued rocking against him, grinding my bare crotch on his.
Tears began to fall from my eyes as I continued rocking him in a frenzy. He was watching me with hooded eyes, letting me use him to get off; his hard on was very obvious in the light shorts.
I reached out and grabbed the free boobs with my hands and squeezed the nipples so hard. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the sensation became too much for me. I was dripping with so much wetness.
One of my hands snaked to Richard's, making its way down his waist. "W-what are you doing, Bella?" Richard's voice trembled as he saw the direction my hands were heading to. "You are not ready for this. You said so yourself."
"Who said I wasn't ready, Richard?" I replied in a sultry voice. My hand grabbed his clothed member and caressed it.
"S...shhiiitt Bella. Don't tempt me. I wouldn't be able to control myself. " My lips curled into a smirk.
"Who said I wanted you to be controlled? I want you to fuck me. Richard. I want you to mark me and make me yours. I want you to..." Richard silenced me with his mouth, kissing me deeply. He had used that moment to slip something into my mouth.
I parted from the kiss, ready to protest, but he held my nose tight until I was forced to swallow it. "What d..did yo..youu...?" I couldn't complete my words before I found myself drifting into dream land. He had slipped the suppressant into me.
I was in a state of semi-consciousness. Finding myself drifting in and out of consciousness that I couldn't even tell what time or day it was again. My body was in a semi-trance-like state. I could sometimes feel what was happening around me, and at times I couldn't.
Seconds passed by, I didnt know for how long, but I could finally feel the fog clearing out of my eyes. I was a bit clear-headed and I could hear what was going on around me. The effect of the heat was reducing. Thank goddess. I can think like a normal wolf and not some sex-crazed maniac.
I tried to get to the glass of water that was beside me, but I couldn't. My hands were like lead and I couldn't get them to move no matter how hard I tried. Opening my eyes was also a problem. I guess it should be the effect of the drugs that were pumped into me. I blamed Richard for that. If he had done the right thing, this wouldn't have happened.
The drugs were making me drowzy and I fell asleep again. I woke up after a while feeling much better. I wasn’t thinking of fucking Richard, nor was I in pain. This can only mean one thing: the heat is finally over. Hurray!
I sat up on the bed, taking a look at the environment. I was still in Richard’s room, but now I was clothed. The baggy shirt that looked like a dress and the big trousers that I spotted were a clear indication that it was Richard’s. Richard’s scent was all over the room. I guess he has been with me throughout this period.
The clock on the wall read 16 minutes past 5. But I couldn’t tell if it was the same day or another day. The window blinds were shut, so I didn’t know if it was in the evening or morning. I cast my eyes on the bedside table and noticed there was a flask of water on it. Thank goddess. My throat felt like sandpaper.
I poured some into the cup and gulped down the water. A little dribble down my lips and cleaned it with the back of my hand, feeling much better. I placed one leg on the ground gingerly, trying to test the waters. When I deemed it safe, I placed another foot on the ground and stood up. Woah! Woah! Woah! I held the table to steady myself; the ground was rumbling and I was wobbly.
Being confined in a place had made my legs weak. I sucked in a deep breath and tried to steady myself before I took another step. This time, it was better and I didn’t feel like falling. I continued like that, all the way to the bathroom, holding the walls for support.
My body was so icky and sticky, so I just had to take a bath. But, I didn’t feel like running a bath, so I decided to take a shower. I peeled the clothes off my body till I was completely bare. I set the water temperature to hot and went under the shower. I couldn’t even describe the feeling of satisfaction I got as the water ran down my body. I stayed there for a while, watching as the water ran down the drain. Soon the shower door began to get covered in fog.
The design of the bathroom reminded me of mine back at home. For a moment, I felt like I was back there. My mom would always scold me that I loved bathing with water that was hot enough to cook chicken. I would always laugh it off, claiming that the water helped me relax. That is enough. I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. There was no need to think of the past again. I was here and here to stay.
Shit. I totally forgot that I left my bathing bag in the other room. I couldn’t go to get it again; I was already soaked with water. I glanced at the bottles of body wash and shampoo neatly arranged on the rack. I reached out and grabbed a bottle of body wash. I checked for the ingredients. I was still battling with breakouts, so I wouldn’t want to risk it.
After I had carefully scruntized the ingredient and deemed it safe to use, I squirted a dollop on my hands and applied it to my body. I hope Richard wouldn’t be mad if I used them. Well, if he was, it was already too late for him to get mad. The deed has been done.
I spent an extra 20 minutes washing off the grime and sweat from my body. I removed the showerhead and directed it towards my private parts to wash them. As the water hit my insides, I was reminded of all that took place during the heat, and I found myself blushing. I don’t think I will be able to stand Richard again. I was literally begging him to fuck me.
Well, whatever. It was the heat. I erased the thought from my mind and cleaned myself, making sure to wash all the folds. I rinsed myself off and dried myself with a towel I found on the rack. I wrapped the towel around my body and made my way to the room. None of my clothes are here, so I have to make do with what I have. That is Richard’s.
I went into his walk-in closet and rummage through it, looking for something to wear. Most of his clothes will be big on me, so I just settled for a sweat pant and a black polo. Since none of my stuff was here, I used Richard’s lotions.
And at the end of the day, I was basically reeking of Richard. It was one thing I had been trying to avoid, but there was nothing I could do about it. The rumbling of my stomach told me that I hadn't eaten anything for a while, and she needed to be fed.
I stood in front of the wall mirror, accessing my outfit .It wasn't have been that bad, I dare say it looks good on me. But it was very obvious it wasn’t mine. Whatever, I needed to go downstairs and get food. I turned around to head downstairs when I heard the door knob turn.
Shit!