The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 881

In the hotel, Fred laid Mya in his arms gently on the bed. Her pearl hair clip slipped from her hair, tumbling down as she pulled off her hat and scarf, murmuring, "So hot..."

Suddenly, Mya started unbuttoning her clothes and felt cooler. She said, "Now I'm cold again, I need a blanket..."

"What's going on, Fred?" Mya asked, sounding a bit worried. "I feel so strange."

"Do you want this?"

Mya squirmed in Fred's arms, finding it tough to move away.

"Fred, it tickles. I don't feel good, what did you do to me? Don't touch that spot." Mya pleaded.

"Your first time?" Fred asked.

Mya was whimpering and sniffling, emitting soft moans. Splayed out on the bed in a spread-eagle position, Mya found her legs controlled by someone else, unable to close them however much she tried.

"Do you want me to go in deeper? Right here?" Fred asked.

"Ah! No, Fred, don't!" Mya said.

As Fred touched the place that was just enough to grasp in his hand, Mya felt herself becoming increasingly peculiar, even involuntarily moving in sync with his actions.

"Should I stop?" Fred asked.

Fred paused, as if contemplating his next move. Mya immediately felt like something was missing. Restless, she twisted and turned, yearning for that elusive sensation. She asked, her voice laced with longing, "Fred, that felt so good, like scratching an itch."

Fred saw himself achieving some unstated goal. He undid the last piece of clothing adorned with cartoon characters and said, "Take it off yourself, and I'll continue to make you feel good, okay?"

"Go ahead, but be gentle," Mya whispered, blushing as she undid the last of her buttons.

At first, it was pleasurable, but Mya began to flail in pain. Her hands inadvertently added fresh scratch marks to Fred's back, already a canvas of old scars. Through the peaks and troughs, her cries morphed from pain to a slow, mellifluous cadence.

Fast forward to later that evening, Mya's face buried in the pillow still studded with sweat, her whole body aching and sore. She felt as if she might die from the ordeal. The sounds from the bathroom and the strewn clothes on the floor made Mya realize that Fred had done naughty things to her.

Mya quickly wiped away her tears and put on her clothes. She clutched a pile of garments and hurled them from the hotel's twentieth floor. Among the items was a pair of deep blue men's underwear, which ended up hanging on the balcony below. After her act of quiet rebellion, Mya stuck out her tongue at the bathroom door and stealthily limped away.