Chapter 6 Wet Dream

• “Ouch! Let go of me.” She screamed in pain.
• “Beg me bitch. It shouldn’t be hard since you were born a dirty beggar...... she snickered when Elena started crying.
• “The nerve of you to try to steal him from me. You’ll pay for this because he’s mine, not Isabel’s or yours. Only mine.” She snapped, tossing her to the floor.
• Her golden hair, now disheveled like a lunatic, she clasped her head and cried louder than an infant.
• “Faking tears to gain his attention and pity?....... her eyes went red with rage, and she crouched to dig her nails into Elena’s cheeks…. “So sad, you look like shit dear…. She chuckled maniacally as Elena wailed.... You were glad when he called you Mrs. Walton? Tell me, weren’t you!” She shouted.
• “No. Please let go.” Elena muffled with tears streaming down her face.
• She tried to push Ivy off her body, but the woman was clearly stronger as she plopped down a knee on her belly, making her back land on the marble floor.
• Her hands still pinning Elena’s cheeks, she rolled her tongue before letting go of her face.
• “Wipe those useless tears and go down to the basement. He sent me to call you and I can’t believe I have to do this disgusting errand...... she smirked, rising to her feet, “Things we do for love.” She shook her head and left.
• Elena only lied there for a moment and sobbed, her body was too exhausted to move.
• ‘You’re a bloody coward, just like your father. You can’t even stand up for yourself. Useless girl!’
• Her Mom’s words reechoed in her head, and she heaved herself up to brush off the past pain of having an abusive relationship with her Mother.
• She can’t break now. Not after going through fire to save her life, all those miserable years.
• Knowing Mateo’s temper, she hurried to the basement as she had already wasted time sulking.
• “Mr. Walton?” She called.
• The area was pitch-black, and it made her wonder who could have put out the lights. It was always lit in there.
• Fear crept into her skin as she was claustrophobic thanks to being locked in dark rooms each time her Mom was angry.
• “Pl...e..a..se just say something, it’s so dark in here.” She stifled a sob, swallowing hard.
• Her mind raced to Ivy. She was clearly into Mateo. Judging from her actions and words, she would rather die than let her be in his space.
• Realization clicking in her head, she ran to the entrance of the basement and, as she suspected, it was shut from outside.
• She griped.
• “Somebody help me!” She echoed, but a sinister laughter reechoed in response.
• It was Ivy’s. The witch locked her up, and it was too late because she was only figuring it out now.
• Back in the house, he looked everywhere for Elena.
• “Did she leave without telling you? Where the hell is she?” he asked.
• Yanking his hands into his hair in frustration, he paced in the spacious home office.
• “I checked the security cams. She never went out, and Peggy hasn’t seen her since late noon.” Kent explained.
• As a second thought popped into his head, he halted,
• “Did that crazy woman leave already?”
• He didn’t want to think of what he'd do if she was behind it.
• “Yes Master. She left in the morning and I confirmed it.” He replied.
• They searched every nook and cranny until it was dark, but he still sent some bodyguards to look for her in the streets and junctions.
• “Where’s Nanny Elena? She promised to read me the frog Prince story.” Justin said.
• He only nestled him closer and pecked his nose as they sat on a couch in Justin’s bedroom.
• During the years, he had formed a habit of keeping quiet instead of telling lies to his son.
• But,
• “If you promise to call her Mommy, I’ll read you two stories for today.” He offered.
• And Justin’s eyes lit up in delight.
• “Really?” He watched his Dad nod.
• “Then I cross my heart.” He motioned it on his chest and a smile plastered on Mateo’s face.
• Soon, he tucked him in and planted a goodnight kiss before going into his hell.
• He would rather not lie to himself either that he was fine with having constant wet dreams about Isabel, or the fact that he missed Elena.
• Over the last few days, she had managed to stir some foreign emotions he never imagined he could feel once again.
• He shouldn’t feel anything for her. Isabel was probably turning in her grave at his betrayal. She’d haunt him for life.
• “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t be doing this to us.” He mumbled, covering his face with both hands.
• Nowadays, he needed either sedatives or booze to fall asleep, so he didn’t try to fight it.
• Going to his safe haven, the mini bar in the corner of his room.
• He popped a whiskey bottle open and took a swig.
• Not long after, he finished the whole content and was drunk in a stupor.
• Staggering to the king-sized bed, he collapsed on his back, staring at the ceiling with dizzy eyes.
• At least he could get to see her in his wet dream. He should be grateful.
• He wasn’t shocked when her beautiful face appeared over his head, she wore a mini nightie that flaunted her perfect curves.
• Her chestnut brown hair was let down, her porcelain skin dazzled under the dim lights, giving her a goddess image.
• She was straddled on his thighs, her soft butt pinning his groin area.
• “Miss me baby?” She bent to lick his tummy and trailed it up to his nipple, making him groan.
• “Why do you feel so real today? Now I want you so badly it hurts me there.” He grunted, feeling his boner stretch his pants in desire.
• “I’m real, my love. You just don’t want to admit it, so I can take your pain away.” She slurred, kissing his ears until she shifted to cage his lips.
• Feeling vulnerable under her touch, he didn’t wish to fight it any longer as he kissed her back slowly, then it graduated to hot, hungry smacks.
• She patted his cock and he lost it, switching positions with her.
• Now he was atop her. Ready to regain control, he took off every piece of her clothing.
• While she helped him out of his shirt, he kicked off his pants like a magician in a puppet show.
• Only now, he was her puppet.
• Taking one of her nipples, he nipped at it, making her moan.
• “I miss this baby. You’ll never leave me, right?” He asked and she purred a response.
• Caressing and suckling her tits was what he busied himself with until her pleasure cries filled the room.
• His fingers teased her belly, his gaze never leaving hers.
• “Touch me there.” She whimpered.
• “Where?” A predator-like smirk on his face, he slipped a finger into her wet clit, and she screamed in ecstasy.
• He always knew her weakness in bed was finger-fucking, so even it was a wet dream, he ached to torture her.
• “Beg me.” He teased. Burying his head in between her thighs, he kissed her folds.
• “Please baby.” She moaned and writhed under his arm, and he obeyed.
• In a moment, sounds of groaning and moaning filled the air as he delivered urgent thrusts into her with every ounce of his strength.
• Like it was going to be the last time she ever felt this real in his dream.
• Their fired hip dance lasted for a while, and they reached sweet orgasms before he pulled out of her, moving her body into his embrace.
• “I love you, baby.” He said, gently kissing her forehead.
• She only gasped as they both panted in exhaustion, perspiration gluing their skins together, they slept.
• Bright morning lights peeped into the curtains, and he blinked his eyes , feeling refreshed but mildly sore.
• As though he had exercised throughout the night and, more importantly, he slept peacefully for the first time in months.
• Remembering his wet dream, his heart tightened in need.
• More than anything, he yearned for her, wishing he didn’t have to wake up to reality.
• But as he tried to move an arm, the weight of it threw him back to the bed, and horror flashed in his eyes when he noticed the cause.
• It was a sleeping woman, nestled innocently in the sheets.
• “Ivy?” He called, rubbing his eyes to snap out of it.
• Maybe he was still dreaming.
• She sluggishly sat up, revealing some redness on her skin like she was freshly fucked.
• Slowly raising the sheets to discover they were stark naked, he griped.
• “Shit. It wasn’t a dream..... he muttered, turning to her, “What the hell are you doing in my bed?
• Tell me.” His gaze darkened, grabbing her chin.
• “You forced yourself on me.” She muffled, tears streaming down her face.