Page 34 of A Monster Is Coming

I wanted Peter, and even though I knew there was a chance this wasn’t going to last, I at least wanted my first time to be my choice. Not my father’s or my mother’s, or anyone else’s. This was my choice. And I chose Peter. Sweet, kind, charming Peter.

“Are you sure? I could warm up the water. I’ve got a few friends who might know a doctor.”

This made me laugh. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Please, don’t worry.” I tilted my head to the side and offered him a smile. “I do feel okay, I promise.”

He stroked a finger down my cheek. “I … hurting you … I didn’t want to.”

“I know,” I said. I did believe him. “There won’t be any more pain now.”

“I know, because we’re not doing it again.”

I chuckled and moved out of his arms. The bathtub was pretty large and I was able to straddle his waist. As I did this, I was careful because I didn’t want the water going all over the place. I happened to like Peter’s home. I’d never dream of trashing the place.

I didn’t even know where I’d gotten the confidence to spin around, smile at him, and slowly ease down onto his lap. His cock was still flaccid. He really, really, didn’t like hurting me.

How could I not be charmed by this man? I’d never known someone so gentle, so caring. I hadn’t grown up in my father’s home, but his presence lingered no matter where I was.

I cupped his face, staring into his blue eyes. They were so bright and beautiful, I knew I’d gladly look into his eyes all day and night.

“We’re never having sex again?” I asked.

“No.”

“What if I would like it?”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

I kiss him. “You won’t hurt me, that is a promise.”

I was not even trying to have sex with him again right now, but I needed him to know that I was fine.

His hands slid up my back, going toward my neck and between my thighs. I felt an answering pulse of his cock as he started to thicken. He was getting aroused, and this surprised me.

Breaking the kiss, I stared into his eyes. “Are you so sure about not wanting to?” I asked.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“What if I want to feel you again?” I asked. “Without the pain.”

Peter grabbed my arms and I let out a yelp, not in pain, but in shock as he spun me around, pressing my back toward his chest, and banded an arm around me. The sheer strength and force of him took me completely by surprise. I was at his mercy, not that I minded.

He was in control.

I couldn’t move.

I was not afraid.

I loved the power he had just shown, which was a rather strange feeling to have.

“Not tonight,” Peter said.

“But—”

“No, I am not going to take you again tonight. It’s going to be a couple of days before you feel my cock inside you.”

I was pretty sure he gritted his teeth as he spoke. I’d never been so forward with anyone in my life.

Peter ran a hand down my body, and I stopped wriggling as his hand moved between my thighs.

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