Hybrid Alpha's Spellbinding Surrogate

Thelma

“Rosehip seed oil will make your skin glow while the lavender oil will make you smell great,” Hilda says as she rubs the mysterious oils onto my skin. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror that’s close by and grimace. I know the elderly woman is only trying to help, but I am already looking like a generously basted turkey.

“Are you sure I won’t slip out of his grasp?” I ask. She throws her head back and laughs.

“Not at all. Since long ago, women have always prepped themselves with the finest essential oils,” she replies.

I nod. I wonder if I should tell her my fear that I might slide off Kyle’s huge four-poster bed. Not that it was a bad thing, as I honestly wanted nothing but to run away from this distressing situation.

She takes a silk gown and helps me put it on. Although the gown's length is up to my feet, and covers most of my nude body, I still feel naked. I wish I could put on some type of underwear, but when Hilda caught me trying to put on panties after my bath, she had stopped me.

“My Lord will not be happy struggling with unnecessary clothes. You need to be ready for him,” she had said with a wink.

What had I gotten myself into? Was it too late to run? This wasn’t the agreement I had signed up for, but I have no other choice. I must will myself to do this.

Hilda leads me to the enormous bedroom that is dim except for the moonlight pouring in through the window.

“My Lord will be with you shortly. Good luck,” she says before turning to leave.

I could swear there was a hint of excitement in her voice. Well, why wouldn’t she be excited? She wasn’t the one about to give her virginity to a man who had barely said three words to her since meeting.

I sit on the bed and feel my oily skin sticking to the silk material of the gown. I literally feel like a pig ready for the grilling. I’m not shining like a diamond, but rather like I just took a dip in a tub of lip gloss. I don’t know much about sex–being a virgin at twenty-one after all–but, I wonder if this is what would be considered alluring.

Just then the door bursts open and Kyle marches in. He glances at me and dismisses my presence so fast that I feel slightly hurt. Maybe I was just too shiny and he was blinded by my mere radiance.

“Why are you wearing that gown?” he barks as he takes off his watch and rings and places them on a dressing table. I can smell an alluring sandalwood scent coming from him.

“I…I….” It feels like my whole vocabulary bank has just dried up.

“Take it off,” he commands.

I stand up and with shaky hands remove the gown that is now pathetically clad onto my oily skin.

He unbuttons his shirt exposing a muscular chest speckled with blonde hair. As he slides it off his shoulders, I can’t help but marvel at his biceps, which look like they were sculpted by the gods on the day of their best mood.

I sit back on the bed, and can’t help but shiver as a chill runs through my body.

“Are you cold?” he asks.

His voice sounds more irritated than concerned. I want to snap back at him and say, “As if you care,” but bite my inner cheeks to keep my saucy remark in check.

“Could we just get this over and done with?” I ask.

He gives me a look over and smirks. “Ahh, she talks.”

Kyle walks over and stands in front of me. He is still in his jeans and I wonder if I should also ask him why he is still dressed. It’s unfair for me to be in my birthday suit, while he looks down at me with his gorgeous steel gray eyes, still with his trousers on.

As his eyes roam over my body, I can’t help but feel self-aware. I bring my knees together and evade my eyes from his chest.

He brings his leg forward and presses it between my knees. I find them coming apart to grant him access. I can hear his breathing getting louder as he regards me.

His hand comes down to caress the side of my face. His touch sends electric waves throughout my body, and I feel anger at how my body is reacting to this monster.

I can feel his hand move down to my neck and then my shoulders. He pushes me ever so slightly further down onto the bed. I lie on my back as I try to fight the wet pool forming between my thighs.

Kyle leans in, meets my eyes directly, and declares, "I'm about to make you feel so fantastic, and I can't wait to savor every drop that results from what I'm going to do to you."

I gulp. Either it’s a promise of good things to come, or he’s going to eat me alive. With this man, it’s difficult to know.

He gently glides down my chest, tracing a path with the tip of his tongue along my oiled body. He stops at my belly button and begins sucking, while flicking his tongue in and out. I enjoy the experience, but I detest how my body reacts to him.

He eventually descends to the promised land and takes a deep breath. My lady V feels soaked, like she's ready to be taken and ravaged. As Kyle grazes my engorged pleasure palace, he drops tiny sucking kisses around the border of my devil's doorbell, igniting me.

Because of the build-up in me, I am wriggling with delight while under his sway. He steps back a little and blows a warm, moist breath upon my happy button. I gasp with uncontrollable need as he appears to be toying with me.

I find it paradoxical since I enjoy the build-up and the tease, but also want to push him away and flee for the hills.

I can’t let him see how good he is making me feel; I don’t want to inflate his already bulging ego, or from judging by the tent that has formed in his trousers, his bulging manhood for that matter. I close my eyes and will myself to remain still. I bite my bottom lip, and tense my legs.

Kyle rapidly licks and sucks his way down my folds. He moves beneath my devil's cave and toward the bottom as he draws more blood to my erogenous zone like a sorcerer. When he finally reaches the top, he slows down and firmly slides his tongue inside me. I feel as though time is moving slowly.

Despite being on fire, I struggle against the alluring feelings. His tongue makes direct contact with my happy button, disappears under it, and curls up the shaft. I struggle to resist it as I arch my back in total consent. When I try to speak, nothing comes out.

I bury him there by ramming my hips into his face, the reaction feeling natural. He begins kissing and sucking while delicately flicking his tongue over the magical areas. The sounds of him devouring every drop just heightens my excitement as my wetness grows by the second. My elation begins to rise.

With the final flick of his tongue, I lose all control. I feel my body quiver as my legs grip either side of his head.

I try to catch my breath. I hate how I just displayed my weakness for this man I have sworn to despise.

“Interesting,” is all he says as he gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I was just cold,” I lie to him. The shivering was definitely not caused by the temperatures, but I can’t let him know that.

I wait for him to remove his trousers and have his fill of me now. Soon, I will not be a virgin. Instead, he walks over to the huge window that overlooks the gardens and stands there.

The moonlight bathes his golden skin, making him look shinier than my glossy skin. Had he also swam in two bottles of oil perhaps?

“Get up, get dressed and get out,” he barks.

I pause as I wonder if I heard him right. Is he throwing me out? Wasn’t he supposed to take me in the full sense of the word? What had I done wrong?

I should be happy to be given a free pass, but I can’t help the disappointment that envelops me right now.

“Aren’t we supposed to consummate this agreement?” I ask.

I suddenly feel exposed. I feel used and rejected. What had I done wrong?

The x-rated porn I had accidentally clicked on and watched in its entirety, while searching for music to download, had shown women quivering just like I had done. It was a mesmerizing scene, and it is still ingrained in my memory; I had made all the right sounds like those women, or so I thought.

Now he wants me to leave his room as if I disgust him? This is what I wanted…but why did it hurt so bad now?

“Get out, Thelma.” His voice has an air of finality.