A night full of lust

I was at a night club, XOXO kisses club. With a few friends, we had bought a few drinks and I went to the bathroom. There were about 3 or 4 guys inside, they were talking, I think one of them took a photo of me when I wasn't looking. Then they left after reading something off one of their phones. Sometime time later I was somewhere, it was dark, a car maybe? And someone's hands were on me, on my body. Somehow I ended up in a room, on a bed with someone giving me back shots nonstop. The guy was originally just blowing raspberries into my bellybutton, and placing kisses on my arms and legs. While telling me about someone named milky who looked a lot like me, and how I was possibly the sibling of that person.

A few minutes before I was sitting on the guy's lap, making out with him after only having a few glasses of wine. This man I didn't even know his name or anything, not even his age, he could've been in his 50s for all I knew. And how the fuck does he have wings? Is he what people call a hybrid? Those who are a cross between human and creature?

The man had his mouth firmly placed on mine, nibbing and bitting my lips. His tongue was exploring my whole month not leaving a single spot untouched. Our tongues dancing when they meet. The taste was familiar to me, but I couldn't pinpoint where I knew it from. It felt as if his actions were mostly fueled by long and stored up love that was never opened or embraced. He broke the kiss, leaving me panting for air.

Licking his lips and said "your out of breath already? Your taste is a little softer then before" his eyes looked so tore like he was sad, I could see it even in this dimly lit room. I felt as if I was melting, as my body relaxed in the man's embrace. My eyes closed making me soften in his embrace.

"Hey you can't get away by pretending to be sleepy," the man whispered in a seductive tone, right in my ear, before he bit the tip of it. The tips of my ears are sensitive.

"I wasn't sleeping, but how do we know each other?" I responded in a low voice. Honestly I can't remember anything about him or how we know each other.

"Otis" was all he said before he started the magic.

What the hell!? I-i don't know how the hell we know each other, and why do I want to have sex with him!? Otis picked me up, taking me to the bedroom of his house. Trying to fight Otis off, is like trying to dry a ocean with a beauty blender. Otis's hand was just inches from my ass. I couldn't even tell if my pants were soaked from cum or just wetness because otis's kisses too high up my upper body or too low my lower body. Maybe because of otis's dick rubbed against my ass or when our clothed dicks rubbed against each other. Even when otis's hand would Go from the top of my spine to the bottom down to my waistline, it would make me blush or feel turned on even more.

At this point I'm as wet as a pool, even though Otis hadn't taken off a single piece of clothing off me. Otis picked me up, putting my legs around his waist, pushing me up against a wall. Bitting my lips, sucking on them until they were swollen. Lifting me up and placing me on the bed.

My thoughts were consumed by a question in my mind driving me crazy. How come his touch was the only one I could handle? Ever since what happened with Rick, I could never act normal when anyone touched me. Especially me, mainly an alpha. So why does my body crave his touch, and much more than that?

Otis pushed me down on my back, spreading my legs and getting in between them. He was hovering over my body while blind folding me. Restraining my hands over my head, the click of handcuffs were all I heard before Otis smashed his lips on mine. Otis's tongue finding it's way too mine despite me trying to hide it away. Meanwhile otis's free hand went up my shirt, pinching and playing with my nipples. When Otis finally broke the kiss leaving me panting, gasping, and wondering how he could hold a kiss for so long. I couldn't breath, but my body refused to let me break the kiss. I felt like I was going to pass out, I could feel otis's body pressing on mine. When otis's lips left mine, I was relieved but sad at the same time. Though the sadness didn't last long, as Otis moved down to my lower body. I could feel Otis unbuttoning my pants, before pulling them down along with my underwear. Otis placed a few soft kisses on my dick. It made me cum a few times, but Otis wasn't done. He spread my legs wide open, and let out a low whistle. Otis kissed and ate my ass for a bit, even fingered me. Earning himself a few sinful sounds.

But when Otis's tongue came in contact with my hole, before devouring it. Licking around and bitting a little bit. I was spreading my legs more wide, giving more room to devour. Otis's tongue and hand, it would be the biggest lie to say that I wasn't enjoying this. You could see it on my face. Otis continued to devour my hole, more buried love coming out by the second. Years of build up love, years of untouched lust, and years of unanswered feelings. All coming out in one night. And I was the person who would answer those feelings, for however long I had to.

Once Otis finished devouring my hole, his hands moved up my body. Tracing my collarbone, otis's hands wrapped around my waist. Otis's hands went down from my collarbone to the collar of my shirt. Leaving a trail of kisses on my collarbone. The familiar feeling of someone rubbing their fingertips along my jawline, was something I knew all too well. Then running their fingers on the buttons of my shirt, before unbuttoning it.

Touches, kisses, everything, he was so gentle. So soft, and caring like he was use to doing this all the time. Like this was just second nature for him. A natural response to this kind of situation. My thoughts were focused on how he was being so gentle yet probably going to break my waist.

So much so, that Otis had to bring me back to my senses by bitting one of my nipples. As a result a sinful sound came out of my mouth. He was licking my nipples so well, I just might have came because of him licking my nipples. Licking turned to wet kisses. Leaving a trail of wet kisses leading up to my neck. Giving me hickis all around. He also licked my Adams apple, giving it a gentle kiss. That act alone left my voice weak. After that he gave me two final kisses. One kiss on my lips and one kiss on my forehead. His hand hand rubbed my bottom lip, probably wondering if he should continue or stop. I guess he choose to stop, for the time being.

As put my head to his chest, I could feel his abs on my face. (He still had his shirt on and I only had a long sleeve shirt on) his hands were gentle as they rubbed my head, with his fingers running through my hair. Humming a quiet and soft tone, not quite in my ears but something like it. He was holding me like a baby on his lap. (I was still blind folding) And surprisingly I felt at ease and calm instead of more turned on. And his body was warm and comfortable to lay on. I don't know when, but I ended up falling asleep while laying on his body.

When I finally wake up, (sometime in the morning) I'm laying in bed and there's a tray of food in front of me. With a shirtless man sitting beside me, trying to feed me a piece of a pancake. Now I'm in a bedroom I didn't recognize, and with a man I didn't recognize. He wasn't the man from last night but he didn't look that much different from him.

My body had been cleansed, and I was wearing a thin Silk night gown. Long lose lace sleeves, with silk ruffles around the wrist. The pair of shorts I was wearing were really soft and comfy. But they were tight around my waist, and lose as they went lower. With a lace pattern around the waist and leg holes. There was some gem stones shaped as buttons sewed on. And the gown wasn't really a gown. More like a shirt made out of thin and soft Silk fabric opening to show my chest, slim waist, and the "Sexy for life" and "not so innocent" tattoo on the side of my lower waist. Plus the "kiss me more, baby" tattoo on my chest, over both my nippies. The man must've removed my bellybutton pricing cause it was no longer there and I know I had it on last night.

but the thing that caught my attention was what was on my finger. On my right hand index finger there was a ring. It had a gold band with heart shaped rudys, Safire, and Emerald surrounding the whole band. And three black heart shaped diamonds. In addition to the others, there was another piece of jewelry. An Emerald base, with rudys, safires, and black diamonds shaping little bundles of flowers. Lots of them. There had to be at least two hundred gem stones on the base of the bracelet at best. There was a wedding ring or an engagement ring on my left hand ring finger. And there was another bracelet on my right arm. This time I couldn't tell what gem stones they were. But it spelled something, Milky. And of course the beads had to be made of gem stones. Geez these pieces of jewelry had to be more expensive then my dad's and stepbrother's homes combined.

I was sitting up in the most cozy and comfy bed, with the most fluffy pillows, and the most soft blanket that's probably ever been made. On my left side there was these adorable plushies I've seen in my life. They were shaped like a maroon, and there were four of them. The first was a light shade of brown, probably milk chocolate. The second one was a pale pink, most likely strawberry. The third was a pale sunny yellow, maybe it was lemon. And the last one, it was just pale soft brown and yellow color, most likely villia. But all of them had names, the first was Kai, the second was Otis, the third was Paradise, and the forth was Owen. And the blanket had such a cute pattern on it. The blanket was a pale faded green, with pink and red flowers on it. It was so soft and fluffy. Who would have thought a blanket so pretty, would be so soft? It feels cool despite it being a thick blanket. There was another blanket, with pictures of four people's faces on it. And a big photo hanging above the doorway. In the prettiest room I've ever seen in my life. Two tall bookshelf that reached the ceiling. The books on the bookshelf were sorted by color and size. And a writing table, decorated with such beautiful things. There in the far corners, was a closest. Next to it was two rows of drawers. Flower vases and picture frames, no photos were in them yet.

"honey, if you want to feel better you have to eat something." Kai said in such a sweet tone it reminded me of my mother. She had such a sweet and strong voice. The kind to make you feel safe as soon as you hear it. The kind that's impossible to ignore. And the kind that you could never disobey. "Baby I know you are getting use to your new environment, and I promise that you can explore it soon. But for now you need to eat something. If you don't, then i won't let you leave your bed. Ok my love?" Kai said in sweet and loving tone. almost seemed strained? Or forced?

"I live here?" I asked him, still a little lightheaded and sleepy.

"Ofcourse darling this is your own room, and this house is all yours. It's Otis's house, but if you agree to be his once more. His house, wealth, time, love, and life. It be yours, he'll give it to you whenever you ask" he told me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"hm..... Get your hands off me, who are you?" I asked him trying to bury myself under the mountain of blankets at my disposal.

"kai, your second hubby. Your chef hubby, I can and will cook you anything you want love" his said in a bubbly, joyful, and sassy like tone.

Stroking my hair with his hand. It made me weirdly calm to know he was there right beside me. It's weird that I can't remember anything about him other then his name. and what does he mean by "once more" and who was the otis person he was talking about? Was I already with him before? Or did I know him from a different life time? I was dragged off my trail of thought by Kai grabbing my face (gently) and force feeding (very gently) me a piece of pancake. He kept feeding me, sometimes stopping and asking "is it ok?" Or "it tastes good doesn't it?" He was so sweet and kind. But I still can't remember anything about him. (Other then his name)

But these PANCAKES! Oh god! The PANCAKES! They were so sweet, soft, fluffy, and perfect. The butter melted so perfectly on top on of a stack of four of for perfect pancakes. It looked so perfect, I couldn't believe that it was real until I got a taste. The PANCAKES were a PERFECT golden brown, and fluffy with a ri creamy villina filling. The butter was surrounded by a holo of the most perfect drops of THICK and TASTY whipped cream. The blend of sweet and savory was just perfect, so fucking perfect! like that level of perfect that no one can get. Like the perfect you can only find in cooking, but this guy isn't gurden ramzie right? I was honestly impressed by this cooking, and nothing could ever impress me at all. But this cooking was out of this world.

After getting done with my food. Kai said I had to meet a few people. He seemed like he was excited about it, really excited. Before...

"Do you want tea or juice? Anything you like, I'll get you that drink. What would you like my love?" Another voice said though I couldn't see who the person was. Or where they were. "Gosh your even more cute then I remember. Your fluffy white hair, and sunset eyes seem so much vibrant then before. And you seem even more soft then before. Your skin more cream white then before." the mysterious voice said. Gushing and raving about me, don't know why I'm nothing special. But he kept going on and on wouldn't stop.

Until another voice spoke, one that was powered by bubbling joy and positive energy that seemed endless. "hey leave the poor little guy alone, he looks like a deer in headlights. Poor baby don't worry, I'll keep the big bad wolfs away. You'll be safe in my bed." His eyes looked like they were filled lust, happiness, no regret or sadness anywhere to be seen.

Then the first voice chimed again "oh please you know he's in the most danger when your with him. You are the most big and bad wolf in this humble home of ours. anyway moving on, Paradise get Milky ready. We're going shopping to get him clothes that suit his new-no already present title. and baby you'll look so beautiful when Paradise is done with you" he was about to walk out the door, when he turned and looked me dead in the eyes "don't get any ideas like you did the last time we bought you somewhere public" the look in his eyes honestly scared me speechless.

Everyone but the boy who I guess was Paradise left the room. Paradise really looked like an paradise. Sandy blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes. He had light peach tan on his toned body, with I could see through his shirt which looked like it was made for Seduction. The shirt looked like it would fall apart. The only things keeping it together was a piece of fabric and a ring around his neck, plus a thin strip of fabric around his waist. His leggings which were skin tight got a little loose at his kneecap, and were even more loose as they went down. His sandy blonde hair was put in what I'd call I sexy style. With half of it up it a pulled back ponytail, and the other half was down. Showing his collarbone and neck to anyone brave enough to take it. Along with having a tall and thin (thick in all the right places) body. He also had to kind, pure, and innocent face that could melt even the coldest man's heart. (I wonder if he would be good at lap dances?)

Once again, I was dragged out of my trail of thought. Not from being force fed, but from a sudden wetness. A kiss from Paradise, this paradise Island boy who should be a model is kissing me!? It was short but rememberable. His soft lips touching mine. I will always remember that moment. The rest was a blur, Paradise leading me by the to the bathroom. Him taking a bath with me, him always wrapping my arms around him. The way he talked to me in a calm tone. Helping me get dressed, even doing my hair. When he was done and I finally snapped out of my dazz.

I could barely tell who I was. The new clothes I had on. I never realized how long my hair was until I had it brushed out. It reached down to my shoulder blades. He had put my hair in the same style as his. The pants I was wearing tight around my ass, ripping opening to show a little to much of my ass. I could feel the cold air blowing on my ass. seventy five percent of my ass was showing in these pants. My upper body was even more worst then my lower half. The shirt was the same as Paradise's shirt. But it was made out of transparent fabric, you could see my chest. There was no way in hell i was going to be going out in something like this. But after a hole lot of pre talks from Paradise, I finally marched down those stairs and in the living room filled with men I couldn't care about in a million years

Low whilsts, mutters, gasp, and whispers was all I got the stairs. I could feel Paradise standing next to me. He greeted them with such joy.

"Hey Paradise, hey sexy you even better then I remember. And your still as bold as ever" a man said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Then I noticed a bracelet on his wrist it had the words "second hubby Owen" on it, made by beads. I pushed his hands off my waist, and cat walked my sexy self around the room. I didn't care about what anyone had to say about me at all.

"Where is Otis?" I asked not looking away from the huge painting that caught my eye. The painting was huge, and colorless. No people, buildings, or anything. Just different shades of black and grey. So unclear yet clear at the same time.

I was going to ask who made the painting when someone's anger filled voice spoke. "And where are you off to Milky? Were you planning on finding me? Your beloved Otis. If so you should've called I would have come to you." I could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to me, until he was behind me. "my room at lunch time today, I'll be waiting for you." Otis said before he pulled me away by the waist. I heard him said something in Russian. But I could understand a few of the words he said. He said something along the lines of "lock all the doors and Windows, this house is in pre lock down mode until further notice got it?" He was pulling me somewhere, and I was not trying to push him off anytime soon. I couldn't tell where we were going. But he opened a door for me, and there was this fairy tale like place on the other side. I was lead to a slick looking car. When I got inside the car, Otis strapped the seatbelt around me. On my left sat Paradise, and Otis himself sat in the driver seat.

Paradise and I were chatting away in the backseat when the car stopped and Paradise got out. then the right backseat car door opened, Paradise undid my seat belt. And pulled me out, and into a crowd of Reporters and cameras. Asking me questions and taking my photo. Paradise just dragged me into the mall. Where five huge guys were waiting for us. Paradise wasn't bothered so I wasn't bothered. We went shopping for what I'd say was about five hours. Paradise picked out outfits for me. All the clothes were so expensive. Somewhere between two-five thousand dollars a piece. Then there was a store that caught my eye. It had a poster of Otis and Paradise on it.

Suddenly a little girl came out a gave me a magazine. Before I could thank her, Paradise locked his arm with mine and dragged me back out of the mall to the car. The cover of the magazine was... Um... Sexy. It looked like a porn magazine. The photo were of Paradise using a silk cloth to cover his ass. He wasn't wearing anything else. He was standing in of Otis. And great god! Otis had one hell of a body. The only thing he was wearing was were pants. The other pages of the magazine had some sexy photos. But one photo caught my attention (not cause it was a sexy photo of Otis, Kai, Owen or Paradise) it was me? I was holding a baby as if I was it's mother. Paradise had two kids with him in his arms. The caption said "happy mothers are the best mothers" I spent so much time looking at the magazine that Otis had to take the magazine from my hands.

"Sit, i'll be with you in a second," Otis said as he was unbuttoning he shirt and taking off his tie. He was on the phone talking to someone, he looked smug, cocky, and kinda pissed off at the sometime. He was still speaking Russian, Honestly he look more attractive when he spoke Russian then when he spoke English. So far the only things he was saying were "yes sir" or "no sir" then he hung up the phone.

Placing his tie and phone on the dresser, and taking off his shirt and placing on a chair. Before he walked towards me, and sat on the bed next to me. Taking on his shoes and lay his head on my lap. He sat up, locking me in a bear hug before laying his whole body on me. He was cuddling me and wouldn't let go. I guess he was taking a cat nap on my body. He was holding me really tight. And muttering something too quiet for me to hear. Something kept rubbing on my foot. He wasn't human I know that now. But what was he? His hold on me was not as tight. I was able to get my arms out of his hold. Rubbing his head and telling him anything on my mind. Then it all came back...