Page 15 of Sin For Me

Please, Tru, I need it," I beg, but he just chuckles and starts licking me again, this time even slower than before.

"You like that, baby?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "You like my tongue on you?"

I moan in response, my body quivering in anticipation. I need more, I need him inside of me. "Please, Tru," I beg again. "I'm so close, I need you to make me come."

He doesn't respond, but instead continues to torture me with his tongue. He knows exactly what he's doing, and I can feel my orgasm building, but he keeps pulling back just as I'm about to reach the edge. "Tru, please," I plead, my body writhing in frustration. "I can't take it anymore, I need you now."

He hits all the right spots, and I can feel my orgasm building again, this time even stronger than before. "That's it, baby, let go," he whispers, and I do, my body shaking in pleasure as I come undone.

11

Babette

I lay there a quivering mess trying to catch my breath as Tru works on undoing my straps.

"If you ever want to learn, come find me." He tells me leaning down to look me in the eye.

"You seemed occupied." I pant out.

"I wasn't." His voice is clipped now, he's angry again.

"Are you mad we did that?" I ask. Up until this point Tru and I have been toeing the line between him just teaching me and him making an example of me.

This is the best example ever.

"No, I'm not mad." He replies. "But I am disappointed in myself. I knew you were saving yourself for someone special and I feel like I pressured you into letting me have this pleasure from you. I shouldn't have crossed the line. I'm sorry."

I sit up on the table and grab his face in mine. "Tru, nothing you did was pressuring me. I've never been aroused by anyone, but I want all of this with you. You've awakened something inside of me that I didn't even know existed. I want everything you're willing to give me."

He looks at me with desire in his eyes and I know that I've made the right decision, that is until the look drops away and he takes a step back.

"I need to talk to you, Babette."

I immediately am on edge. He never calls me that ,always Babe. "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong but I need you to be honest with me. Things can get really bad for me and the club if you lie to me."

"Of course, I'm going to tell you the truth. I've already told you that I trust you. What do you need to know?" I wait for him to say something but he just stares at me for a long while.

"I need you to tell me why you're running away from your father." He grabs hold of my naked knee and I jerk away instinctually.

"Why? What does it matter? I'm of age, I can do whatever I want to do." I'm angry now that he's bringing it back up.

My father has no say in how I live my life now.

"It matters because I need to know if you're running away from something specific, or if you're just running away from your father because you had an argument or some shit like that." He looks at me intently, searching for any clues in my expression.

"I'm running away from my father because I can't stand to be around him or his lifestyle." I snap at him.

"Babe, there's a notice going around that you're a missing person. That you're not mentally capable of making these kind of decisions."

I start to go off on him but he stops me before I can get anything out. "I don't believe you're incapable of making these decision but I need to know what actually is going on so if the authorities come here I can explain why I'm hiding you here."

I sigh and look away from him, I know he's right. He needs to know the truth. I just hope he doesn't look at me differently because of it.

"I always knew that something wasn't quite right with my father. He would often make lewd comments about my body, or try to coach me how I could be a better woman and please my husband. My mother has been gone a long time so I figured he was just doing this because he wanted me to be prepared. He kept me in the house all the time. Home schooled, no friends, no tv. I tried to tell him that I needed to go out and learn about the world but he always dismissed my concerns, telling me that I was just being spoiled. I didn't know any better really until I started getting my period and he started letting me go to the store and allowed me a female friend.

But then, one day, I overheard my father talking to one of our neighbors. He was trying to sell me to the man, saying that I was a 'good price' and that he could 'have his pick of me'.

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