Page 14 of Sinful Secrets

It’s a beautiful day out, so I decide to go and pick some fresh flowers and read my book. I don’t bother changing, not wanting to disturb Khan. As I step out of the cabin, I feel the warm sun beating down. I walk up to the clearing where Khan took me to see the sunset and sit down with my book, looking out at the view and I smile.

I don’t move from that spot, the book making me smile, the book making me learn things, making me understand why I was feeling the way I was with Khan.

“Wow,” I whisper. I look down my top at my breasts. “And I thought these were just for feeding our young,” I mutter. I bite my lip and slip my hand into my panties. “Okay, so where is it supposed to feel go… Oooo...” I pause.

“Bambi?” Khan calls from behind me. I screech and quickly pull my hand from my panties, feeling heat hit my cheeks as I turn to look at him.

“Um, hi, you're awake,” I rush out.

“Yeah,” he answers. Walking towards me, he sits down next to me, picking up my tablet and reading the page I was on. I try to snatch it out of his hand but he pulls it away. “Bambi, you're reading fucking porn?” He laughs.

“What's porn?” I ask, confused.

“Shit, right, forgot you don’t know what that is. Never mind, just wait until I see Flo again, I am gonna be giving her some shit for this.” He smirks. “You shouldn’t be reading this shit. Come on, you want to learn and experience the big wide world, then I'm going to show you.” He stands and holds his hand out to me; I take his hand, feeling the warmth from his touch spread through me.

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“No, like this,” he says, showing me again as he takes aim and fires, the loud bang making me jump.

“Okay, why are you teaching me to shoot a gun? I do not want to harm anyone, ever,” I point out.

“Bambi, sometimes life can get shit, and in those times, you just have to be able to defend yourself,” he answers, handing me the gun. He stands behind me, his arms coming around me, helping me take aim. “Now, take a deep breath in, keep your eye on the target, and when you exhale, pull the trigger,” he instructs.

I do as he asks and pull the trigger, the kickback from the gun jolting me. I watch as the bullet hits the target. “Yes! I hit it! I hit it!” I jump up and down excitedly.

Khan laughs, taking the gun from me. “Okay, so what can we do now? What can I experience about life now?” I ask, eager to try something else.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Well, Bambi, unfortunately we are stuck here in this cabin, I can’t take you to a bar or out for dinner, so I will have to think of other things. Is there anything you’ve ever wanted to try?” he asks.

I smile and nod eagerly. “There is one thing I always wanted to do, ever since I was a little girl… my mother used to talk about it, but in our community, it was never allowed.”

“Okay, what was that?” Khan asks.

“To bake a cake,” I answer.

“Is that it? That’s what you’ve always wanted to do?” he asks.

I nod my head. “Before we joined our community, my mother used to read me this one story at bedtime about the girl that baked and baked, she baked all day and all night.” I smile.

“Sounds like child slavery to me,” Khan mutters.

“She baked and baked because her cakes brought the town joy, it made them happy, and in making them happy it made her happy.” I smile. “I know it sounds silly, but all I wanted to do was bake my mother and father a cake and make them happy. I didn’t care if I became happy, I just wanted them to be happy.”

Khan walks toward me and cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You want to bake a cake, then you will bake a fucking cake. But heads up, darlin’, I ain’t no baker. Give me steak, I can cook it, but baking, no fucking way. Let me make a call, I know just the person that can help you,” he states before placing a kiss on my head. I smile and close my eyes, my chest feeling all warm.

“Come on.” He takes my hand, leading me back up to the cabin. He makes a few calls and promises that tomorrow I will be baking a cake.

“What’s a good flavour for cake?” I ask.

He looks at me with raised eyebrows. “You’ve never eaten cake before, have you?”

I shake my head. “I only ever remember the story and the pictures in the book of a cake. I never got to try one. We joined in with the community when I was five, we were never allowed such things,” I add.

“That’s fucked-up, no one should tell you what foods you can and can’t eat. No one should be controlled like you and all those people are,” Khan says angrily. “I'm sorry, darlin’, but your parents are selfish crazy fucks to go joining something like that. You’ve wasted your life, missed out on growing up. That shit is not on.”

I don’t answer because my mind is so confused. I'm confused from ignoring what I have been told, what I've been taught to what I've experienced these past couple of weeks. My mind is a complete jumble.

“Maybe we can get to your mom? Maybe we can convince her to leave and be with you?” Khan offers.

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