11. Chapter 11 In The Arms Of An Angel.
Chapter 11: In The Arms Of An Angel.
Madison
Two days have passed, and there has been no sign of Steven Stalker.
No new messages from new accounts he has created.
And no new comments on my new video.
Killian got me my treats that day.
It was stupid of me to have him arrested, even if it was by accident, because he has been refusing to let it go.
"I hope I'm with my papers; I wouldn't want to be arrested again," he teases as he places his empty plates in the dishwasher.
"It's been two days; let it go," I say with a frown, but it's evident that showing how much it affects me only allows him to continue.
"You make it so difficult for me to actually let go," he says, smiling at me.
His smile has become warmer compared to the first time I saw him.
That's not the only thing that has changed. I've been unable to get upset at him fully.
I'm complaining about being teased, but in reality, I don't mind it at all.
When the accidental arrest happened, he listened to me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked as we sat in the cake shop.
"You would have told me, 'I told you so,'" I replied as I looked over the menu.
"I don't think I've ever said anything that would warrant an 'I told you so,'" he said as he held his chin to think about it.
"You haven't? I could swear you have," I sighed.
"Truth be told, I would have still said 'I told you so,' regardless of whether I had warned you or not," he said with a smirk. "You can be a little careless, and you still are, considering you were able to get me arrested. You have no real sense of danger. Why do you keep getting into these kinds of things? I guess no one will ever know. Stay home, post less about your social life, and don't go anywhere far from the house. If you're leaving, let me know."
I sucked my teeth as he signaled the waiter, saying, "You sound like…"
"Nathan?" he responded. "At first, I told him that you need to realize you are no longer a child. Now I understand one thing."
"What would you two have?" the waiter asked.
"I'll have a chocolate and velvet cake parfait, is that possible? Can you chop them into little pieces?" Killian asked and continued, "Also, throw in chopped banana muffins if you have them available."
"Uh… certainly, we can," the poor waiter responded with a look of shock and worry before turning his attention to me, asking, "What about you, ma'am?"
"Just a slice of your darkest chocolate cake," I said.
There was a look of disappointment in his eyes. But he shrugged, saying, "I'll have that ready for you."
"Your order is so plain; you've disappointed him," Killian shook his head negatively.
"That's because you already ordered something strange. Are you truly a doctor who is genuinely concerned about health?" I asked as I mentally calculated the calories he was about to consume.
"I will turn all of them into muscle," he said proudly as he flexed his left arm.
A thought came into my mind: What if he held me with those arms again?
"You were saying something about one thing you've understood about me," I reminded him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, that," he responded with a sigh, then closed his eyes. When he opened them, the playful gaze was gone, replaced by a stare that made me slightly scared but also excited all the same. "You're not childish. You're just desperately trying to prove you're an adult. That, in itself, is very childish of you, Maddie."
I frowned.
"Oh, right, I'm not supposed to call you that," he said, but he didn't seem sorry about it, though.
I wasn't upset at what he called me, but I was upset because his calling me out had hit a nerve.
"Hello? Madison?" he calls. "Ah, shoot."
I look up from my breakfast, abandoning my thoughts and focusing on him.
There's water on his shirt that wasn't there some minutes ago.
"What happened?" I ask.
"The spoon thing," he replies and takes off his shirt.
It's been a while since I saw him shirtless. The last time was in the gym.
His body is gorgeous. He was not kidding when he said he would convert most of what he ate into muscle. A lot of people would feel envious of that.
I'm having difficulties looking away as he returns to clean up the table.
"I was asking if you were done with your dishes so that I could put yours away in the dishwasher along with mine," he says.
I stare at my half-eaten pancakes and back at him, saying, "I'm not done yet; I can do it myself."
"Alright then," he says as he finishes putting away his dishes. "Is the breakfast to your liking?" he asks.
I've hardly cooked for myself since I came here. He prepares the meals before leaving for the hospital, and no matter how tired he is after a long day at work, he still makes me dinner. He has people preparing his meals, but I believe he enjoys cooking himself.
If he wasn't Killian, I might fall in love with him.
"It's not that good," I lie.
Admitting the truth will only further my desire for him and his meals.
Also, if he realizes that I genuinely enjoy his cooking, I'd spell my doom as he'll use it as a basis to tease me.
"Oh, okay. Sorry, I thought it was suitable for you," he says, his shoulders dropping and the sullen look in his eyes hurting me. Usually, I wouldn't care, but everything he does has affected my emotions recently.
"I'll stop making your meals. I'm sorry for pressuring you to eat them," he apologizes.
Stop making my meals?
"No, I'm the one who's sorry," I say. "I don't find your food bad at all."
"You're just saying that," he says, sighing.
"No, I mean it," I insist.
"So… you think they're okay?"
"Not just okay," I reply as I take another bite of the pancake.
He made it from scratch without the mix, and it tastes heavenly, "I'm jealous of your cooking skills, so I guess that's why I talked bad about it. But in reality, I just love your cooking. Maybe you could…"
I stop speaking as I notice him trying to hold back a grin and laughter.
I've been tricked.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Killian?" I pout as I continue eating.
"Ah, you're so easy to tease these days. It's a remedy to my heart," he says as he touches his chest and bows. "I knew those days in acting school would be worth it."
"You're the worst. I was acting too," I sulk, as my own words exacerbate my embarrassment.
"Oh, cheer up," he says as he slowly lifts my chin and stares into my eyes. "At least I now understand that you appreciate what I cook."
I swallow hard as I realize how close he is to my face.
There's a soft smile on his face, and my eyes unconsciously focus on his lips.
I remember previous instances that involved us making out, particularly the time in his office.
I want to kiss him again.
I don't really know why.
Maybe it's the air of safety he has provided.
How he treats me well despite how stubborn I can be.
Or how I have been craving his lips for days now, yet pretending as if I haven't.
His watch starts beeping, distracting us.
He takes a step back and checks his watch, "I guess I'm late."
The wave of disappointment I feel is immense.
I'm becoming too addicted and dependent on him.
It needs to stop.
***
As he is about to leave, he meets me in the living room.
"Don't go anywhere by yourself today," he says. "You and I know you do a terrible job of handling yourself. Leave the protection to me."
"You don't have to protect me," I say, frowning. "And I'm capable of handling my own problems."
"What's with the rapid fire?" he asks. His calm voice just tells me he's amused.
"Nothing, just go," I say as I look away and concentrate on the TV.
"I'll be back home late," he says. "I want you to be careful; that's all."
He's worried about me.
I feel his gaze for some moments before he finally decides to leave.
I was unnecessarily harsh because I was worried about my growing dependency on him.
"What's wrong with me, though?" I ask myself. "Why can't I be more honest about how I really feel?"
I need a distraction.
I need to step outside and clear my head.
But Killian said I shouldn't go anywhere by myself.
Since when did I become bound by someone else's instructions on how to live my life?
But the stalker.
He hasn't shown up and is probably worried because he realizes that the police have been involved.
As I'm battling my thoughts, I almost don't notice the ringing of my phone.
Gwen.
"Hey, Gwen," I answer.
"Well, don't you sound down in the dumps," she remarks.
"Just tell me you have something to keep my mind out of the dumps," I say, sighing.
"Remember Chloe from high school?" she asks.
"Yeah, I do. The sweet girl from the Math club," I reply. "I thought she was in London."
"She was, but she's back and throwing a house party," Gwen says. "She is inviting most of her closest friends from high school. In order to invite you too, she's reached out to me. I'm now your personal assistant, and you must pay me for my service."
"You'll be rewarded dutifully; fear not," I assure her.
I think about the invitation.
I'm worried about the stalker, but I really want to prove to Killian that I'm capable of taking care of myself.
'You're just desperately trying to prove you're an adult. That, in itself, is very childish of you.'
Why do his words have to come at inconvenient moments?
"Are you still there?" Gwen asks, concerned about my prolonged silence.
"I am, and I'm going to come for the party," I say to her.
"You don't really have to come, though," she says. "Chloe is also streaming the event. You can just watch it from home."
"You don't want me to come?" I ask.
"No, that's not it," she replies. "I just thought with the whole stalker thing, you wouldn't be interested in leaving the house."
"Oh, come on, not you too," I groan as I realize my best friend starts to sound like Killian. "Listen, queen, I'm coming to the party."
"Fine."
I understand her worry, but I'm going to be fine… really.
***
The party is fantastic.
I get to see many people from my high school in one place after we all graduated.
Everyone looks good, and luckily, we're all doing quite well in life, which is usually rare in gatherings like this. Typically, there are some old friends who are still struggling.
Speaking of struggling, I'm starting to feel uneasy.
I look around and notice that everyone is either dancing, eating, or just talking to each other.
Gwen has come with the guy she hooked up with at Violent Violet, and they are making out.
I've already seen some of my ex-boyfriends from high school, too. But what is this feeling of unease?
I check my phone, and it's a few minutes to ten.
I don't know if Killian is back yet, but I need to start leaving.
I thank Chloe for inviting me, and I tell Gwen I'm leaving.
As I get out of the house, I'm walking for a bit, trying to order an Uber. Unlike my usual self, I didn't consume any alcohol at the party. My head is clear, and the cool night air fills my lungs.
Oh… I'm being followed.
The person has been waiting for me to leave the party before following me.
I hurry my feet and order the ride, hoping that the driver will arrive soon enough.
Then, the person holds my arm and forces me to turn around.
I'm not even surprised as I see Steven's face.
His heavy breathing reeks of fish.
"You… you haven't been posting," he says.
I take in a deep breath and attempt to scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand, muffling my voice.
"Shhh, we don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about us, right?" he says as he touches the side of my face and pulls me close, licking my face.
My body shudders with disgust as I try to push him away.
He holds me close to himself, kissing my neck, and I can feel his disgusting thing pressing against my thigh.
"Oh, my goodness, you taste so good," he whispers, and rather than turning me on, it makes me feel like garbage.
Because of the way he's holding me, I can't hit him.
Instead, I stomp on his feet, and he loosens his grip a little. I take the opportunity to push his chest and bite his palm covering my mouth.
I clench my teeth down as hard as I can, hoping to tear off some of his flesh. But there's no way it's happening. However, my attempt does cause him some damage, prompting him to retaliate by slapping my face hard enough to make me release him.
Free from his embrace, I fling my bag against his face, hitting his eye.
"Ahh!" he exclaims as he holds his eye.
"Help! Someone's attacking me!" I yell.
Steven looks at me with anger and starts running away before a crowd even gets the opportunity to form properly.
Somebody notices him and begins to chase after him.
My Uber arrives, and I get in.
***
I'm back home… Killian isn't home yet.
I'm recalling what Steven did, and I still feel disgusted with myself.
The way he held me was activating my claustrophobia.
I still feel like he's holding me. Licking my face.
I want to throw up.
I'm already crying.
I hate this.
I hate this feeling of powerlessness.
I hate how I'm unable to do anything.
My room feels much smaller as I cramp myself into the corner, hyperventilating as if the walls are closing in on me.
I was wrong; I can't handle this on my own.
Someone, please help.
"Killian… please help," I whisper.
Someone hugs me as the words leave my lips. His hug is all I need.
The smell of drugs is on his body.
He's a bit sweaty too.
But that's okay.
He's here, holding me.
"It's okay," Killian says softly as he strokes my hair. "You can stop crying now. I'm here for you."
I hug him back, squeezing a little tightly.
"Killian… I was so scared," I whimper.
"It's alright," he says.
"I shouldn't have left the house… I can't do this," I admit.
"It's going to be okay," he assures me and embraces me a little tighter.
As he loosens his grip and pulls away a bit, he stares into my eyes and gently wipes away my tears.
His touch is warm.
The look of kindness and worry in his eyes tells me that he is genuinely worried about me.
I feel very special.
Unlike with Steven, my body reacts properly with desire as Killian touches me.
"You, okay?" he asks. His gentle baritone calms me down a little.
I don't want to answer; there's something else he can do to help me take away this feeling of dirtiness and disgust I've been afflicted with.
I kiss him.
I kiss him so hard; my heart starts working overtime.
I pull back and stare at him as he slowly opens his eyes.
He holds my face in his hands and leans in to kiss me again.
He's rougher than what I did to him. I love it.
His mouth captures my lower lip, and he continues kissing me.
He pulls away and takes a good look at me.
"More," I whisper. "Please… more."
I'm not saying it to make him feel good, but I need him.
I want him.
He gets to his feet and stretches his hand toward me, saying, "Come."
I accept his hand, and he pulls me to himself, holding my waist possessively.
He kisses my neck, and I let out a sigh of relief.
As he bites me, I let out a moan.
His hands descend lower, touching my ass.
His fingers sink into my flesh… I've always been a soft girl, and I've never been prouder of this trait as I hear the satisfied groan escape his lips.
He suddenly stops everything and looks at me, saying, "I'm going to touch you and take off your clothes."
He isn't asking for my permission, but I get the impression that he would respect my decision if I were to refuse. I'm not choosing the latter.
"Okay," I whisper. "I want to do the same to you."
Even as I speak, my hands are under his shirt, touching his abs and chest.
His body tightens under my touch, exciting both of us. I hold the helm of his shirt and pull it over his head. I'm not tall enough, so he helps me take it off.
I swallow hard as I look at his body. I touch him again… his body is so hard.
I kiss his chest and let out my tongue, circling his right nipple. His body trembles a bit, and he holds my head.
So, he's sensitive?
I don't know why, but seeing someone as tough and grumpy as he is being sensitive is undeniably adorable.
It's like witnessing a grown, aggressive dog revert back into a puppy.
Crap… I'm getting more excited.
My fingers go to his waist. His body jerks a little, and he holds my shoulders.
This is too good to be true.
"What's this, Killian?" I smirk and kiss his chin as my fingers continue to touch his body. "You didn't tell me that you are sensitive."
"I'm not," he says. "Your fingers are too thin."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"...No."
My left hand leaves his waist and touches the bulge that has formed inside his pants.
I remember having a view of it during the gym session.
If things continue the way it's going, he is going to be inside me no sooner than I can refuse.
I'm scared… that I can't take all of him.
"You're worrying over nothing, aren't you?" he asks as he kisses my forehead.
Because of the party, I'm wearing a latex gown. He slowly pulls it up, revealing my behind.
His hands touch my ass directly as he maintains eye contact with me.
The confident smirk on his face almost makes me forget that he shuddered under my touch a few seconds ago.
He pulls off the gown, and I'm only in my underwear.
A snicker escapes his lips as he stares at my body.
I look down and notice my mismatched underwear.
I'm wearing a black bra, but my panties are purple and not the same material as my bra.
I feel slightly embarrassed. I didn't think I would be undressed tonight, so I didn't put in much thought while wearing my underwear.
"What's so funny?" I pout as I cover my chest. "I didn't think I'd be in a situation like this when I was getting ready."
"That's not why I'm laughing," he says as he holds my hands and pulls them down, revealing my chest. "I actually expected them to be mismatched, and I am surprised that my expectations are met."
"I don't… understand," my speech is slowed as he bites my shoulder.
His hands move into my panties and gently massages my ass.
He whispers into my ear, "It's just like you… chaotic."
His tongue traces a line on my outer ear before going in, tickling me and causing me to cling to him.
I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, taking it off.
I press my breasts against him. My hands go around his neck.
He holds my waist and pulls me up, causing me to stand on my toes.
We kiss again, and this time, all the memories of what Steven did to me vanish.
The feelings of disgust are easily replaced with a passion I know only Killian Ray can evoke.
I open my mouth, and we switch to an open-mouthed kiss.
His hands touching me make me feel wanted… needed.
"There's still a chance to stop," he warns as his right hand lets go of me and plays with my privates through my panties.
His fingers skillfully play with me, moving in a circular motion that not only stirs my outsides but also causes my privates to twitch.
He's right… there's still a chance to stop what we're doing.
I can tell him to stop now.
He lowers his head and kisses my breasts before taking in one of my tips… and starts sucking gently. He traps the tip between his teeth but doesn't bite down. His tongue flicks against the nipple and causes it to further harden.
The attack on my privates is gradually intensifying.
The motions are almost hypnotic.
"Aren't you going to stop me?" he asks as he releases my breast and gently kneads it.
"I… I can't… you're touching me…" I pant.
"Madison… you're the one moving," he whispers.
He's not lying.
He has stopped moving his fingers in that motion. I'm the one holding his hand, and I'm the one moving my hips in a circular motion, getting off with his fingers.
You can't blame me.
If I masturbate on my own, my fingers don't get the work done, and yet he's giving so much pleasure without touching me directly.
I can't stop…
We can't stop.
Not when we're like this.
"I'm taking your silence as consent," he says as he takes control of his fingers and moves my panties aside, touching my privates directly.
I gently move my hips according to his desire, my wetness aiding his fingers' slow invasion into me.
I hold his shoulder for support as he slowly lets his fingers into me.
"Fuck…" I groan as he's finally in.
He starts to move them.
He holds my hair and pulls it backward, forcing me to look at him.
As he gets my attention, he kisses me. His fingers slowly stir me up.
He starts to move, gently guiding me toward my bed, and lays me down without pulling out his fingers.
I'm already on fire… his fingers continue their movements only slightly faster.
It's good, but it's not enough… there's a part of him that can easily take care of it.
"I… want you…" I whisper.
"But I'm already here," he says with his playful smirk.
"I want you inside of me," I say.
"But I already am, aren't I?" he asks. He knows what I'm talking about, but he insists, "You have to be a little more specific, Madison, or I can't help you."
I bite my lower lip and swallow my pride, "I want your dick in me."
"So vulgar and desperate today," he growls as he takes out his fingers.
He stares at them, wet with my juices. He licks one of his fingers and feeds me the other.
"You taste so good, don't you?" he asks rhetorically as I lick up his finger and suck on it gently. "You're being a good girl right now."
Hearing him call me a good girl … as I thought I get more excited when he praises me.
He kisses my neck and lies on his back, "If you want it that badly, come get it."
I get up and go to his pants. I pull it down, and I see his member.
Its length is almost as long as my face. But its girth is what scares me.
His thickness would definitely expand me. I know that if I put this in my mouth or in my entrance, there will be no way I'm going back to normal.
"You're getting cold feet?" he teases as he strokes my hair.
"Did you get surgery or use your doctor powers to acquire this?" I ask as I gently stroke him.
"It's all natural," he assures me.
I ready my mind. I place my tongue at his base and slowly go upwards.
I put his tip in my mouth and circle it with my tongue before trying to swallow the rest of him.
I can only go halfway, but I can make it work. As my head moves up and down, I suck at the same time, imagining his member like a straw, and continue sucking passionately.
I touch his chest and gently continue my movements.
I pull out and use my hand to move the rest of my saliva across his length. I kiss his pubic area, and his body jerks a bit.
"Wait…" he says as he holds my head.
I'm not listening and instead switch to using my tongue to trace a line across his waist, enjoying his groans and his body shaking.
My sex is already dripping with frustration. I get on him and slowly impale myself.
I can only get the tip in, and I start to move gently, bouncing on him.
"I don't think so," he says as he holds my hips and gently lowers me down, sliding the rest of himself inside me.
"It hurts," I whimper.
"I'm sorry," he whispers as he sits up and holds me.
My insides fully adjust to take his shape, and it no longer hurts.
"Better?" he asks.
I nod… As the pain disappears, all I feel now is pleasure.
"Can you move, or do you need help?" he asks.
"I'm not that weak," I pout as I hold his face in my hands.
Was he always this handsome?
I slowly raise my hips and lower them. The wet sounds of my privates getting pulled arouses me even more as I start to move faster.
His hands on my hips aid in controlling my movements, making it easier for me.
The feeling of his throbbing member in me is enough to stir me up.
"God… you feel so good…" he praises as he lifts me and places my back on the bed.
He hangs my legs on his shoulder as he starts to move.
His deep and hard thrusts have me gasping for air.
"Ha… ha… haa," my moans and his panting, accompanied by the sounds of our bodies hitting against each other, create music only we can hear.
My sex is under complete control as he continues pounding me to completely fit his desire.
His hands hold my breasts, gently massaging them.
"Beautiful… you're so beautiful," he says and leans in to kiss me.
His kissing makes me tighten. His tongue goes into my mouth. It feels like my mouth and my privates are both under attack.
I don't want this to end.
We switch positions… I take the lead, and he obeys; then he takes over, and I move my hips wildly to please him.
We started around 11 p.m. last night, and now it's 1 a.m.
I can't even count how many times I've orgasmed against three of his own climaxes.
My body is glistening with a mixture of my sweat, his saliva, and his seed.
I feel like his little sex doll, and I don't mind it one bit.