Welcome to the G Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
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Sevy turned off the lights as he closed the door behind them. He guided Aralyn by the hand, as he had all the times before, but they stopped at a particular intersection of hallways. “What do you think?” he asked.
“Let’s stay here,” she said. “I could go for seeing another room here.” She smiled at him, and his gaze was searching. Was he wondering if she wanted to have sex in the Garden Room?
“Okay,” he said, “this way.” And he pulled her hand out of her sweatshirt pocket again to lead her toward another wing of The Dungeon. They arrived at the room quickly. It seemed like he was rushing. “This is it,” he said, and he pushed the door open.
The space was full of flowers, none of them real. At least, Aralyn assumed they couldn’t be real because there were shades drawn across all the curtains. If this is how the area was left when it was unused, real plants would die. She went over to one of the bouquets of flowers in a vase and touched a flower petal lightly. It felt real.
“The potted plants aren’t real, but the cut flowers are. We bring new ones in every day.”
“Even if the room isn’t reserved?”
“Yes,” he said. “We always want it ready for anyone who needs it. It’s such a happy place.” And she agreed that it was. The sky blue ceiling complimented the shaggy green grass carpet. The dresser blended in with the mural on the wall that looked like the beginning of a garden path. It was very much like being outside, Aralyn felt.
“This is beautiful,” she said. She looked around and around the room and then went over to test the bed. Sevy hadn’t been specific, but she had to assume that he would be interested in having sex with her if the opportunity presented itself. And this seemed like the perfect place to begin. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it it to the side.
“It is beautiful. It’s probably my favorite room,” he said.
His interest in the room surprised Aralyn, and it was written all over her face. He laughed. “I know, it is surprising,” he said, reading her expression accurately. “I just feel like this room is relaxing.”
“It is,” she agreed.
He sat down next to her on the bed and smoothed her hair back behind her ear. She turned to face him, and the look on his face was serious. “You seem like you are beginning to relax, too,” he whispered.
“A little,” she agreed. And she was surprised to find that she was relaxing. Sevy’s gaze, while intense, was comforting. He was very clearly interested in her more than anything else.
He leaned toward her, and she leaned in toward him. When their lips touched, Aralyn wondered if the fire room could have contained their heat. Her whole body felt heated. She found herself turning her body so that she could press it against him more firmly. He turned toward her as well, and before she knew it, he had pressed her against the bed beneath him. As they fell to the bed, their kiss broke.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and then he kissed her again. She knew that she was flushed both from his compliment and from the feeling of his body pressed against her. She had no chance to respond to his statement as she pressed her body against his more insistently.
He pulled back enough that he could push his hand underneath her silky shirt. His hand slid up against her hot skin, and she could feel him cupping her breast gently but insistently. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she broke their kiss to gasp, not from pain but pleasure. He had pulled back enough to look at her carefully to gauge her reaction. When he deemed it must have been a good response, he continued. He dipped his head lower and kissed her neck, nibbling gently. Then he moved down her chest, above the silky shirt to her collarbone. Aralyn had a mild worry that he would rip the delicate shirt, but he was still so gentle. He stopped nibbling on her long enough to push the fabric out of the way and up over her head. She had to arch her back to allow the material to move up, but the next thing she knew, the top was lying on the bed, and she was half naked.
She was watching him as he nibbled on her naked flesh, using his teeth and tongue to tease her until she was writhing on the bed. He paid attention to her nipples, using his tongue to flick across them each in turn. He paid attention to her breasts, nibbling on the soft globes. He paid attention to her stomach, taking the soft flesh into his mouth gently to nibble. He even dipped his tongue into her belly button which was a new sensation for her but not entirely unpleasant.
“Oh please,” she moaned softly, and he picked his head up from nibbling on her to see her face.
“Oh please, what?” he asked, and she knew that this was his dominant side at last.
“Oh please take your shirt off,” she moaned softly, her cheeks flaming, embarrassed that she had said the words out loud. But she tried to ignore the feeling as she added, “I want to feel your skin against mine.” He obeyed her wish without another word, and she found their skin pressed together to be better than she ever could have imagined. He was moving back up her body now, nibbling on her collarbone, then her neck, then her earlobe.
Then he whispered in her ear. “It seems that you like this,” he said, and Aralyn could only grunt back. “Tell me,” he commanded, and she obeyed.
“I like this. I like this a lot.”
“What do you like?” he asked. Apparently, he liked to talk during sex. Aralyn wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but if it was what he wanted, she imagined he would get it.
“I like feeling your body pressed against mine. I like your teeth sinking into me. I like your tongue on my body.”
“There are better places I could put my tongue,” he teased.
“I imagine there are,” she agreed in a whisper.
“Would you like to find out?” Would she? Of course she would. But was she ready for all that? She wasn’t entirely sure. Her hesitation in answering him had clearly gotten that message across because he backed off immediately. He kissed her just behind the ear and whispered, “There’s no rush, you know.”
“Hmm?” she asked, with her tone rather than her words.
“You and me, we have all the time in the world for my tongue to explore your body.”
“You mean this room is available?”
“No, I mean there’s no rush, for us.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Was he saying that they were an item? Was he asking her to be his girlfriend? She just didn’t know, but she was terrified to ruin the moment and ask. Unfortunately, she needed some answers, and it seemed like the perfect opening to ask them. “What do you mean, Sevy?”
She used his name, and she knew that it would draw him back to reality if he were living in a dream world of domination and submission. “I mean, I want you to be with me. Like, not just sexually. I want you to be my girl.” He didn’t say, girlfriend. Why couldn’t he just be plain?
“In the bedroom?”
“And out of it. In The Dungeon. At work. At your place. At my place. I want to go on dates with you and travel with you.” She was sure that the surprise she felt was written all over her face. “But if you don’t want that, it’s okay. I don’t want to rush you. I just mean…” his voice trailed off, but she smiled a broad smile at him.
“You want me to be your girlfriend?” The words escaped her lips without her permission. It was a more bold question than she would have felt comfortable asking if she had taken the time to think about it.
“Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said clearly.
“Yes, I want that very much,” she replied, and his shoulders sagged in relief.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I was so nervous to ask you that I kept fumbling up my words and I wasn’t speaking clearly. But I’m glad you figured out what I was trying to say.”
“Me, too,” she agreed, and she was still grinning at him.
“But I meant what I said before. I don’t want to rush you into anything. I want you to be entirely comfortable with me.”
“I am,” she said. This statement came out of her mouth without her permission either. What had gotten into her?!
“I’m glad,” he smiled, and she was inwardly glad that she had said the words, even if she hadn’t intended to.
“Me, too,” he said, almost imitating her with his words. He sat back and pulled her into his lap, her chest almost at the height of his mouth. “And,” he nipped at her breast, “I,” he nipped again, “want,” again, “you,” again, “to,” he grabbed her nipple with his teeth this time, “beg,” he moved to her other breast, “for,” again, “me,” again, “to,” again. She was groaning in frustration. His sentence was taking forever because he kept stopping every word to nip and nibble on her. She wanted to know what he was trying to say. She swiveled in his lap so that her legs were on either side of him. She pushed heavily on him and straddled him, pinning him between her legs.
“Out with it,” she demanded, “please?” she added almost uncertainly.
He laughed up at her. “Feisty!” he declared. “I want you to beg for me to lick your pussy before I fuck you.” She turned bright red at his words and released him with her upper body. She sat back, and he wrapped his arms around her and moved to a seated position himself. “You surprise me every time we’re together,” he said, nuzzling into her hair with his face. “It’s amazing.”
“I hope that’s a good thing?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s a good thing.” She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she didn’t. Instead, she leaned down and buried her face against his neck. She could feel the start of a beard scratchy against her face. She kissed him lightly, and he groaned.
“You are driving me to distraction,” he declared. “I want you to beg, but if you keep kissing me like that, it’s going to make it hard to resist you—” But his words got cut off by a hammering on the door.
Does he get up and answer the hammering on the door or does he ignore it?
Answers the hammering OR Ignores the hammering
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