Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

O h, yes, finally cool. I try to open my eyes, but… no, my eyes are covered. But that's okay. I feel blessed cool. Oh… and is that water on my lips? I lick at it as more drips onto them… I lay my head back again… I feel like I am floating, but more than that, I just feel calm… soothed… Darkness overtakes me again… but I feel safe.

Xavier gently touches my forehead; his hand feels large, rough, and warm. I feel his lips grazing me there. I shiver with pleasure. This is the best Xavier dream yet.

"You will be safe here," I hear him say as I snuggle into the comfort of sleep. "You must rest now."The words sound odd because, well, I am resting. Resting quite well, in fact. But as I come to myself, something feels strange. Then it hits me. Wait, the floating feeling I had is gone. What was it in the first place? And I realize I'm no longer wearing my sweaty hiking clothes. It feels like I'm wearing a soft, flimsy nightgown under a fuzzy blanket.Xavier—he must have taken my clothes off at some point. Yes, the floating feeling. I think he gave me a bath? Maybe to cool me down? For a moment, I feel a flush of embarrassment come over at the thought of him seeing me naked. But just as quickly, it turns to excitement. I think of him manhandling me, carrying me… cleaning and caring for me.

The bed underneath me is soft but firm, like one of those memory neck pillows, and everything smells like lavender. Fresh, clean, and sweet. He's caring for me, Xavier, my love, the man of my dreams. I sense he is very near me. But wait. It is dawning on me as I begin to enter the realm of conscious. This can't be Xavier—he's just my fantasy! This isn't a dream. This is real!

"Ow!" Pain suddenly flashes through me like lightning, the delicious dream state completely fading as the sensation radiates from my head. I am throbbing along my temple, behind my eyes, and moving to the back of my neck. I want to scream, but I can't, my throat is so dry."Water," I try to speak, but it sounds like a moan. Quickly, I feel a cup pressed to my lips. It tips, and water drips onto my chin. I try to open my mouth to receive the gift, but I can't—it hurts to move anything.Then I feel those lips again; this time, they are on mine, pressing ever so gently, opening my mouth as water slowly drips into the dryest places. I am grateful and highly turned on as I swallow slowly. I can taste his mouth, salty and sweet. I want more, but he stops.

"There you go." That voice again. He's tender and kind, and his smell is spicy and clean. I hurt all over, but I realize I desperately want this man to touch me more…

I need to see him, my savior, but opening my eyes is impossible. My lids remain too heavy to lift, and the tiny bit of light in the room flickers like a fire, killing me. I must have hit my head. Maybe I have a slight concussion?

"Ow." The pain is too intense. The bed sucks me into its soft mattress. There's nothing I can do. I give up. The light of what I think is a fire flickers into my closed eyelids. I think about covering my eyes, but my hands will not obey my commands. Is that me moaning again? I feel so helpless. I'm almost naked, in a strange place, in a strange bed, with a strange man, and I am without defense. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

"Be still, my love." The voice is low and sensual. He called me "my love." Who is this guy? He must have the wrong person in mind. But despite my pain and confusion, I feel my core heat up with longing. "You took a nasty blow to the head." His tender touch on my forehead makes my pussy grow wet with desire. Then, as if he's read my mind, he places a cloth over my eyes to block out the light. "Is that better, my mate?"

First ‘love,' now ‘mate' ? Who does this guy think he is? Who does he think I am?

My thoughts don't matter. I want to touch him back. A little flame burns inside of me as his hand moves down my body and brushes past my breast. I shiver; my nipple grows hard. I want to press myself into his palm. This is madness; I don't know this man, and I don't know why I am reacting like this. But his touch feels so good—I don't care.

I decide I am officially losing my mind. I should be freaking out and figuring out how I can perhaps escape. But the way he feels…

"Where am I?" I moan, hoping the words are intelligible. "Who are you?" I feel him move. He must be large because the bed dips until I'm on the verge of rolling towards him. I feel heat radiating from him, or maybe I'm just getting hormonal.

Jesus.

I don't know what he looks like, but I keep getting these crazy images in my head. Him lying on top of me… His hands all over me… his cock…

Alex, get a grip!

Again, I hear the sound of him soaking a rag in water, it seems, and in a moment, I feel its coolness again on my forehead. Ah, it is glorious. Now he is rubbing it across my arms. Now my upper chest…

"My name is Red. I know your name is Alexandra. Forgive me, I had a look through your wallet. Don't worry, everything is still there. On the other hand, your phone was smashed in your fall. The rock you were standing on gave way. You fell and hit your head. That's why you are in so much pain. And you were overheated. I cooled you down with a bath." I shiver again as he confirms what I suspected. He soaks the rag and brings it to my forehead. The pain in my head eases as he now slowly massages my temples. His hand buzzes with energy, and I feel like I'm glowing. I am glowing! I can see the light through my eyelids. What is happening?

"I am keeping you still until you are healed," he explains. "As soon as you are better, I will release the spell, my one and only."

Did he say ‘spell'?

This is getting weirder and weirder, but that explains why I can't move and the light thing he's doing to me. My mind drifts, wondering how it would feel if he applied this "magic" directly to my pussy.I feel myself blush almost instantly. What has gotten into me? Maybe it's the heatstroke.

Deep down inside, I should panic, but I am calm. I don't know why exactly, but there is something about him that just feels safe. I can tell this Red guy is enormous. I can feel the room almost shake when he moves. But still, he is safe. And there is a kindness about him. And he can keep on touching me all he wants, I think. Whatever he is doing seems to be working, though. I am feeling a little better and decide maybe I can prop myself up on my forearms and try to look around. Clumsily, I reach out to move the blankets aside, but my hand lands on something hard instead. And warm. I grab at it more, trying to ascertain what I have a hold of when suddenly, Red shifts where he is sitting and lets out a satisfied, if perhaps a bit surprised, moan.

Oh, my! I realize that thing my hand is resting on is not his knee after all! Even through the rough fabric of his pants I can tell. I have a hold of his cock, and it is enormous.

What am I doing! I know I should let go, but I can't. Well, I can, but I don't want to. I want to explore the length of it, but I can't manage to get my hand to move anymore. I rest my fingers on his shaft instead, still marveling at his size. I wonder if I can take it all. Oh, God, I want to.

My reverie is interrupted as Red adjusts himself, pressing himself harder against me. What is happening? I must be delirious. That's it. But I am not. Somehow, I know I'm not. I should be worrying about how I can get out of here. How can I find my way back to my car? But all I can think about is mounting his gigantic rod and riding it until I come all over him. He moans again.

Oops, I realize I have been gripping him tighter and tighter and beginning to rub at his length.

God, my mind won't stop. I imagine putting the tip in my mouth, licking it, sucking it. As it grows even harder under my fingertips, I struggle to get my hand around it. His breath comes faster.

My attempt to prop myself up has been a failure, but Red is already bringing his hands under me, slowly pulling me to him. I want him to kiss me again. I need his hands on my breasts. It feels so good being this close. I tingle inside as my pussy grows even wetter.

God, I have no idea what is happening, but I want you, I think. Please.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I can't see anything. I only sense him growing immediately stiff. The rest of his body, that is, as he bolts from the bed. I am almost thrown from the bed when he gets off and the springs recoil. He swears under his breath.

"Don't make a sound!" he says to me just before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

Even through the door, I can hear another round of someone, or something, beating on the door. God, that's loud.

I hear muffled expletives as well.

Why do I have the sinking feeling I am about to go from the proverbial frying pan right into the fire?