3. The Final Straw

Serena's POV

Oh, bless me, moon goddess. I have never felt so high and elevated in my life before.

Everywhere feels so light-weighted. It feels as though the clouds have surrounded me.

In fact. I feel like I am elevating. I can't feel the ground on my feet anymore. I am jumping crazily and screaming my lungs out, allowing the beat of the music to get deep into my senses, moving my body to its own volition without control.

I place my hand on my waist and begin to twist crazily, allowing my hair to fall roughly all over my face. I am not in control of myself right now.

Oh goodness me, Cassidy was right. I needed this. This alcohol is the strongest thing I have ever tasted in my life. Why hadn't I been constrained enough to think of this whenever I needed to vent off?

I feel so happy. I can't even begin to describe it. I feel like all the burdens in my life have been lifted. I feel so free and alive in ways I have never felt before.

Hell no. I don't think this is the last time I'm going to be doing this.

There is going to be an endless occurrence and I'm going to try my best to sneak out on so many nights like this, ensuring that my parents don't catch me.

"This shit is so good!!!" I scream my lungs out once more as I continue to dance, twerking and twisting, not caring about the stares that are now surrounding me.

A lot of dancers and drinkers are already eyeing me as if I must be crazy.

But well, what do they care? It's a club. I am not the only crazed person here. I think to myself.

I suddenly feel a very strong muscular hand against my waist from behind that makes me jolt a little bit. I am about to turn when I feel a very soft warm breath against my ears that makes me shiver and crave for more of the warmth I am feeling behind me.

Whoever is standing behind me slowly wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to himself. I can feel the bulge of his strong muscles on my back and this makes me feel unexpectedly hot. I mean I am feeling unexpectedly hot down there.

I know that this is crazy because, well, I can't remember ever feeling like this before.

"You know, you should take control of yourself and not allow yourself to go mad in a place like this where you might be easy prey to people who will want to take advantage of your wonderful figure."

Oh, my goddess, my mind is spinning in circles right now. His voice sounds so deep and exotic, and for some strange reason, it is getting my system all in a frenzy.

I gasp as the fellow wraps his arms tighter around my waist and begins to plant so many endless kisses against my neck that make my nipples so hard without control.

"Oh, goddess!!!" I find myself whispering with desire slowly coursing through my body.

"I know what you want." He comes again with his voice so deep and strong in my ear. "You want me to take you to bed, don't you?" He asks and this forces me to bite hard against my lower lip.

I can't control the lust I am feeling.

Who is this fellow and what is he doing to me? I think to myself as I feel his hands slowly slide up my belly and then move toward my chest. The fellow squeezes softly against my breasts and I bite hard against my bottom lip. I moan and arch my back against him pressing my ass against his already hard manhood.

Damn. It feels so huge on my butt. I feel something warm pooling down in between my legs as my teeth begin to gnash together uncontrollably as if I am feeling some sort of cold.

He chuckles and continues to squeeze hard against my nipples, brushing his soft, warm lips against my neck, and I moan once again.

I don't know when I begin to move my waist, grinding my ass against his strong manhood. I don't know why I am suddenly craving it.

I find myself breathing hard. My entire body feels so hot with a sort of desire that I have never felt in my life.

I am moaning endlessly as he continues to caress me, increasing the amount of tension brewing deep down within my belly.

Oh my god, I want him. I think to myself as I slowly turn around and wrap my arms around his neck to kiss him but then I notice the mask on his face. Why is he hiding his face?

I think to myself with squinted eyelids. My vision is a little bit blurry, so I am unable to make out the figure completely before me, but I can feel his solid bulging muscles.

Oh, my goddess, he is going to be so nice and good in bed. I think to myself.

What the hell is wrong with me? This must be the effect of the alcohol. I have never known myself to be someone to think about nonsense and stupid things like this, but man, I have lost control of myself, and I don't know what I am doing.

I want this fellow right now. I gaze at the space at the bottom of his mask where his exotic-looking red lips are, and without control, I kiss him so hard with all the lust in my body as he wraps his arm tightly around my waist.

The reaction of his body to my kiss tells me that he wasn't expecting me to do what I just did and he looks a little bit hesitant for a while.

He keeps standing at a spot, completely stiff, with his hand against my waist as I continue to kiss and enjoy the sweet taste of those smooth-looking strawberry lips of his.

The feeling of his lips against mine has suddenly taken control of my memory and I am no longer myself. I want more. I think to myself as I slip my tongue into his and begin to kiss him so crazily like I am attempting to suck the living life out of him.

Within a few moments, he slowly begins to succumb as his grip against my waist becomes so tight and he holds me sharply towards himself.

"I am not expecting you to do this." He whispers against my lips as he pulls away for a brief moment. "But you are driving me crazy right now," he says once again, and within a few minutes, he pinned me against a nearby wall, kissing my lips and savoring it madly as if he couldn't get enough of me.

Goddess!! That is the final straw. I have lost all rationality.

It spikes up some sensations all over my body and makes me just want to go crazy before him.

I find myself briskly unbuttoning his shirt and then he chuckles.

"oh, don't worry, beautiful damsel, this is just the beginning. We have a place for that, and I'm going to take you there. It is called a red room," he says, and with a swift, quick movement, I find myself locked up in a red-colored sort of room as he throws me against the bed and begins to take off his clothes as quickly as possible.

Oh heavens, I can't believe this is about to happen right now. But I fucking want it!!