Hands slide slowly into my hair to the back of my head. He grabs my hair and pulls a little, tilting my head up, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me lazily. He seeks entrance by biting my lower lip hard. A gasp leaves my mouth at the pleasure-pain. I know his tongue is in my mouth, doing unspeakable things, but it still feels like he's licking my clit. 'Must be the soulmate bond, It's this strong with just a half-bond, oh god I'm going to die once the bond is fully formed', comes to the forefront of my mind, before leaving my brain again. He comes up for air, lifts the shirt over my head, and dives in again, pressing his lips to mine. In between he nibbles on my lips, moans leaving my throat more and more frequently, an orgasm slowly building. He undoes the buttons of my jeans and pulls them down my legs. He slowly trails his hands up my calves to my thighs, then my sides, up to my neck before sliding into my hair again, for some more kissing. His tongue is stroking mine and a shiver runs down my spine. All of a sudden he turned me around, and pushed his crotch, with an obvious bulge, up against my ass, his hands sliding down over my shoulders, my spine, right to my ass. I feel a spank on my right ass cheek, the walls of my pussy contract and the feeling of emptiness intensifies. My juices soaking my panties. The pain is not really pain, just delicious burning and pleasure, at the same time his lips slide up and down the side of my neck, sometimes with tongue. He spanks me again and a low, long moan leaves my throat, it makes him bite and lick harder. The next spank is also harder, I push my ass back into him, a groan leaving him now. Hearing that makes me desperate for more, I lift my hands back up to his head, and pull him closer to my neck. His hair is so soft, I could stroke and feel it for hours. We continue in this position for some time, him leaving hickeys on my neck, occasionally spanking me. Then his hand turns my face so he can claim my lips again, I part my lips to let him in, and he doesn't disappoint, sliding his tongue in forcefully, turning the kiss rough, greedy and hungry. I don't bother fighting for dominance, I'm going to lose anyway, plus it's the way I like to be kissed. His hands slowly creep to my breasts and I wait in ecstasy for his touch. He pushes my bra up, giving him unlimited access. He leaves a butterfly touch between my breasts, causing the mark to tingle and burn deliciously. Then he cups my breasts and holds them in his hands, squeezing and kneading, and in between, pinching and rolling my nipples. The new sensations rip moans from my throat and gasps for air, my moans steadily becoming louder and louder. I keep pushing my ass back into him for added friction, judging by the sounds coming from him, he enjoys the feeling. Slowly his right hand slides down my stomach, and my breath hitches realizing where he is planning on going. His hand slides down slowly, giving me goosebumps, he pushes his hand into my panties, going straight for the jackpot. The first touch makes me jump in his arms, which tighten around me, turning me immobile. He starts to rub my clit, first slowly circling around it, then right on my clit, where I want him the most, then pushing a finger into me before returning to my clit. Adding a second finger. He keeps repeating this pattern at a steady pace, and I start to ride his fingers by thrusting my hips back and forth. The action pushes my ass against his large bulge. He picks up his rhythm, steadily building my orgasm, which is really close. The way it feels already has the promise of a very strong orgasm, and I can't wait to fly over the edge. He focuses on my clit when he feels I'm close, picking up speed and finally he makes me fly, ripping a guttural moan from my throat.
I sit upright in bed, blinking profusely, trying to catch my breath. Once I realize it was just a dream, I plop back down on my pillow, the aftereffects and pleasure of the orgasm still flowing through my blood. I cover my face with my hands, groaning. Then I move my hands to the valley between my breasts, the spot is burning and tingling since last night. I can't believe the kiss from the mystery man gave me the soulmate mark. I groan again thinking about how I'm going to find him, I don't even know how he looks, or what's his name. I studied the mark in the mirror when I got home last night, it looks like a black and grey tattoo of my favorite orchid. It's beautiful, and tingles and burns every time I touch it, it probably would feel fucking amazing when touched during sex. The burning isn't painful, it feels like when you stand against the radiator, or in front of a fire, I like the feeling. Would the mark burn when my soulmate touches my hand? Not much is known about what happens between soulmates. The people don't talk about it because a law was put in effect, nobody was allowed to talk about it. I don't know why the law was created back then, hundreds of years ago. Probably to protect some long forgotten prince or princess.
Once I'm somewhat calm, I check my clock, 4.30am. I turn around, with the full intention of going back to sleep, but my mind won't let me, it switches between the mystery kiss and the dream just now. I already feel tingles again in my core, I groan again and get up. A cold shower should calm me down, I make my way over to my bathroom, stripping myself of my panties. Normally I sleep naked, guess I was too caught up in my mind to remove them last night, I tossed and turned for quite some time before sleep finally took me in its arms. I turn the shower on, get under the spray and try to relax. Unfortunately for me, my mind has a mind of its own, still conjuring images from the dream, and feelings of the kiss and my mystery man, my soulmate. The dream and the kiss are very similar, and I bet the dream is about my mystery man, the dream was also in darkness, I could only feel, the darkness heightening every touch and stroke. Not knowing who it is, is like a slow burning fire of need, and the longer I think on it the hotter and bigger the fire burns. I try to swallow my saliva brought on by the images in my mind, but it is hopeless. I get out of the shower, deciding it's no use, dry myself, brush my teeth, comb my hair, rub my favorite lotion into my skin and head downstairs for some breakfast. After a light breakfast, which consisted of fresh fruit with some yogurt, I started up my laptop to write a little.
Once it's time for me to leave, I close the laptop, grab my belongings and plop my ass behind the wheel. My phone ringing startled me, I picked up without checking the caller ID. 'Shit, I should have checked' goes through my mind when I hear who's calling me. My lovely sister, 'what does she want now?'. She only calls when she wants something, never to ask how I'm doing. She hates me, always has and always will. "Jess needs new shoes and Yari and Noah need new clothes. Give me money!", is the first thing she said, she always wants money, she even thinks she is entitled to my money, the money I got from my father. She has no fucking right to it, it's mine and she never is going to get it. I might buy what the kids need, but I'll never give her money. If I do she is never going to stop. "Fine, give me their sizes and what they want and I'll order it, getting it delivered at your house."
"No, I need the money", she starts but I cut her off, "so the kids don't need those things. Fine good day to you", I'm about to hang up, but I hear her screaming on the phone, so I halt and put the phone to my ear again. "Can we meet now? I'll tell you everything", I sigh and know that I'm going to regret this, but she is still family. "Fine, Where?", I ask. "Come to blue point, you know the place?", really, that's two hours from where I am. "Yes I know the place, it's going to take me some time to get there though."
"That's fine", she said and hangs up the phone. This is going to be problematic, I need to cancel on Mike and the boys, so I open the app and text Mike, telling him that something came up. I start the car and prepare for the two hour drive. Mentally preparing myself during the drive is a necessity. Dealing with my sister is always very taxing. Her daughter, Jess, is the spitting image of her, in looks and personality. It's not good to have two of them. When I was born my mother died, my sister was eighteen and Jess was 6 months old. She didn't want another baby to take care of. I got sent to my father, I lived with him for 13 years, he died suddenly, and my sister was the only living relative. I got shipped here, to live with her and her family, which grew with two sons. The first thing she said to me was, "you killed my mother. I'm going to make your life a living hell." And she kept her word, making me so miserable, I ran away after 6 months. Unfortunately she found me again, but it took her almost 4 years, and she learned that I was loaded with money, so she became a little more friendly, but really just a little. And from that point on she keeps calling for money.
When I arrived at the dance studio, after a very tiring day handling my sister. I park my car, and I'm quite nervous actually, I've been dreading this day, the day I meet my inspiration for the dances I create for their music, which I love by the way. The closer this day got, the more butterflies took residence in my belly. Now it's filled to the brim, making me feel like I want to vomit, I don't actually want to vomit, but the nerves are so strong, I don't know what to do with myself. Last night at the club, I saw them, I didn't interact with them mind you, but the nerves were there. And then seeing them, watching me perform with the other contestants, gave me goosebumps. I locked eyes with three of them, and the last one had such an intense stare, it made the hair in my neck stand up, an electrifying current running over my skin, it made me catch my breath, my fingers started tingling with the urge to touch him. I didn't want to look away, but I had to, or I would've lost my place in the dance. After the dance I was more out of breath than normally, could it be because of his intense stare. I tried to find him, but he was gone, at least I couldn't see him. The soulmate mark burned bright during the performance, it's a feeling I will have to get used to, it probably triggered the dream I had this morning, thinking back on it now is not a good idea, my heart speeds up, making the nerves flutter, I try to swallow the feeling away. I only succeed thinking of someone I don't find attractive, aka my dance partner for the TV-show. I'm freaking glad I don't have to dance with him, ever again, he is out of my life. This thought makes me extremely happy, and with new determination I get out of my car, lock it and make my way inside. I climb the stairs to the second floor, where the biggest studio is, where I know they're waiting for me. At the top I take a deep breath and walk towards the door to the studio. I open the door and enter.
8 pairs of eyes flick to me, staying on me, they're just finished for the day, while I walk towards the middle. Mike smiles big and waves at me, mouthing "you okay?". I return his wave and shake my head no, a smile grazing my lips, "I'll tell you later", I mouth back. In the middle I stop, and face the seven I haven't met yet. "Hello, my name is Nadja. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm sorry for missing today, but some family business came up", I greeted the seven boys, who looked at me like I grew a second head. I quietly laughed, they didn't expect me to speak korean, did they? "So, have you been enjoying these last weeks?", I ask, hoping to get a reaction. I see Mike holding his belly to keep his laughter in, but I can see it in his face, he is having real difficulty in succeeding. He might burst any minute, I hope the boys don't feel offended. Mike told me, the boys consider him a friend, a new friend at that, but still a friend. I hope the same will happen for me, although, 'I hope it will be more than frien-', no don't go there yet, I just met them. The silence stretches on and I break it again, "How was the club last night? You had fun?", I look at Mike, and try to signal him with my eyes only, "help me please", screams through my eyes. Mike nods, but doesn't do anything and let's me flop around like a fish out of water. I glare at him, he visibly gulps, he knows I'll pay him back some day. The boys still haven't found their voices so I try again, "It looks like all of you left your tongue at the hotel, or is there another reason why nobody can answer me?"
This brings them back to the here and now, they shake their heads, probably to get rid of the confusion or whatever. "I'm so sorry, we were just surprised to hear you speak Korean", Adam begins but he doesn't get far, "Fluently I might add", Xavier interjects, while looking sternly at Adam. Clearing his throat, Adam starts again, "Yes, like I said we were just surprised. Hello, I'm Adam, the leader of these degenerates, also known as Light 7", he smiles a small smile, and I see the dimples slowly forming, 'so freakin cute' I think to myself. I, of course know who is who, but I don't interrupt them, I just let them introduce themselves. Right after Adam, Xavier jumps up, throws his arms around me and says, "Good day, my name is Xavier, world wide handsome. I really enjoyed myself last night. Thank you for thinking of us." I thank him while he sits back down and I look to the person seated next to him. Jay jumps up and bows, just like the people did in the middle ages when they would meet the king or queen, "Fair greetings my lady, I'm called Jay. Your dancing last night was phenomenal", I bow back and say, "Thank you my kind sir. I'm glad it was to your liking." The next one is Tyler, I'm curious, how will he introduce himself, he looks like he is half asleep. And just like I expect, he lifts an arm, says his name and closes his eyes to take a nap. I chuckle, which makes the others laugh too. "Hello, I'm Vere", he stands up, takes a small bow and sits back down. The remaining two boys get up together, but keep their eyes on the ground, "Hi, I'm Quinn, Nice to meet you", says the black haired one, but at the same time the other says, "H-hello, my name is K-Kaiden", it all jumbled together, but since I know who is who I understand them. Their silliness makes me laugh and the others join me. I look at Mike, and he is studying my face, I lift my eyebrows in a What? manner, but he ignores me, so I turn back to the boys to ask them another question, when Mike suddenly yells, "You had sex last night? Something is different about you, so it must be sex." I groan, why does he have to ask me in korean, now I have to answer in korean. I can't be impolite, they heard the question, it's only fair they hear the answer too. As I shake my head, "No, No sex", a smile forms on my face, "Just a great kiss", still shaking my head smiling, but my mind is back to my mystery man and his kiss. My mind keeps replaying the kiss, so I don't hear what Mike is yelling at me, I don't even register he is right in front of me, only when he is physically shaking me, I get out of my daze, "ooops, sorry. What did you say?" He heaves a breath and clicks his tongue before repeating his question, "Who did you kiss?", I shrug my shoulders, and bite my tongue, which tells him I did something stupid, "I dont know, I didnt have time to turn the lights on, so I didnt see him", I shrug my shoulders again. Mike looks at me like I've lost my mind, "wait and you still let him kiss you? Was it even a man? Could it have been a woman? What if something bad happened? Nadja, you don't go kissing people you can't see", he is out of breath from the questions, but also his emotions. He's always been protective of me, even though we've only known each other for three years. He is my best friend, but he feels like a big brother, when I don't even know how that's supposed to feel. "I know for certain it was a guy, no woman kisses like that, or has no breasts, or a bulge in his pants, so no woman, but a guy. And drop it please, nothing bad happened. You can't keep me from these things, no matter how much you want to", I say the last part quietly, so only Mike hears. He grumbles and mutters but lucky for me he drops the matter. I better not tell him I got my soulmate mark, he would flip and lock me in my bedroom till I'm eighty. "Sorry about this", I say to the boys, they quickly shake their heads to let me know there is no problem. They have an amused expression on their faces and I look expectantly at them, but no one replies.
Suddenly the door to the studio crashes open, the boys jump at the crash and all turn towards the door, to see who interrupted us. I look too, and I wish I hadn't, there, drenched in sweat, hair plastered to his face stands my horror. I mentally groan, counting to ten, just to keep my anger at bay. My horror named Luke and he probably is here to get into my pants. I hate everything about him, his look, his smell, his touch, the sound of his voice. His hands did wander during our time together, and no matter what I did to him, or told him, he didn't get the message. Why is he here now? Oh god, don't be here for me, please leave. I need to get rid of him now, he is seriously souring my mood. Mike looks at me, while the seven other boys look at Luke, with a question on their face. "Hello babygirl", Luke drawles, and just hearing it makes me want to slap his face. "Don't call me that. What are you doing here? We don't need to practice anymore, the show is over, and as you can see I have other obligations. So please leave", I grit through my teeth. I can see the seven boys look bewildered because of the language, they don't have a clue what is being said. "Don't be like that baby, you know I will make you feel good if you let me", Luke says with a cocky grin on his face, he absolutely thinks I will fall for that. I shake my head at him, point at the door, "Please leave Luke." Mike is slowly getting closer to me, without Luke noticing, Luke is only looking at me, so he doesn't even see the 8 boys. Luke has finally got his breath to normal, smiling like he just got his favorite present, walking towards me. Seeing him coming closer to me, has me backing away from him. When he sees I'm going back, keeping the distance the same between us, he frowns, "Ah come on Nadja, nobody has fucked you as good as I can." I shake my head violently, raising my hands to keep him at bay, "no, no, no, hell no. That will never happen. Not even if you were the last man on earth. I'd rather let humanity die out than to have sex with you", I spit at him. He looks confused when he hears my outburst, clearly no one has ever turned him down. There is a first time for everything. Unfortunately this doesn't stop him, he keeps trying to get closer to me, but I keep avoiding him by moving away from him. I know Adam picked up on the word sex, and not just Adam, probably all now know what this is about. When Adam heard that he gave me a look, but I'm too busy getting away from Luke to acknowledge him. "Luke, stop. I don't want anything to do with you. Why can't you leave me alone?", I demand, Luke just chuckles and gets closer. Being the clumsy person I am, I don't look where I'm going, and I stumble, which plays in Luke's favor. He gets his hands on my arms, and moves his head real close to mine. His deathgrip on my arms cuts off the circulation, and I desperately try to get out of his grip. It doesn't work, "I tried to find you last night, I wanted to give the winner a kiss", Luke licks his lips hoping I'll get seduced. My hands start to tingle, because the blood is cut off by Luke. His hands move to my face, but before he can really get a grip, I harshly pull my face away, so he misses. I take quick steps back and create distance between us. "Luke, read the room. I don't want to be anywhere near you, so nothing sexual is going to happen between us, ever", I try again. Luke stops and looks at me, thinking hard. "Fine, I'll let you go for now, but mark my words. You will be mine", and he turns and leaves the room. I quickly go to the window and wait for him to come out of the building. I see him get in his car and drive away. Mike comes and stands next to me, "friendly fellow", he says, voice filled with sarcasm.
So......Anyone hungry? I ask the confused seven boys.
"Let's go eat."
A/n
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