Page 11 of Troll Charming

But I push that from my mind. One thing at a time. “Yes, starving! I haven’t eaten anything but protein bars in a few days now.”

“Yes, I found a few wrappers in your backpack. I have to say they don’t look particularly tasty.”

“They are not. Unless you like the taste of cardboard, that is,” I respond.

“I see.” Red’s voice is smooth. The sound of it sends a wave of heat directly to my pussy. “I will show you what real food tastes like.”

“I can’t wait. And then maybe we can talk about this blindfold? I really think it’s okay now. I feel fine.”

“Um, perhaps…”

Why does he sound nervous?

“Perhaps you would like me to read to you from your book?”

“What? My book?”

“My apologies, but yes, I found that in your bag as well. When you were knocked out, I wanted to be sure you had no medications or anything in your bag that you might have needed…”

“Oh, I see. That makes sense…”

“But anyhow, first, let me feed you, and then we can discuss your reading habits. And like I said, I could read to you a bit if you would like.

I have to admit that does sound nice…and there is something about his voice that is just so calming. I know I should be freaking out, but it’s just hard to explain. He just feels safe. There is a caring quality to his voice, the effect of which I don’t think I have ever experienced before.

He lifts me into a seated position, and I feel him place a tray on my lap.

“Here,” he says, and I smell something savory and steamy. My mouth waters. Then there’s a spoon at my lips. “Eat this slowly; I don’t want to shock your system.”

“I can easily feed myself if you’d help me remove this thing from my eyes,” I answer gratefully, taking the soup one spoonful at a time.

He hesitates, and I wonder again if there is something he is hiding. “Not yet. Your eyes still need their rest. Darkness will heal them.”

Again, his voice is soothing, and I am not going to complain as I allow him to feed me. It’s nice to have someone take care of me. As a foster kid, that’s not something I ever really got to experience. It is almost intoxicating, actually. And story time? I am feeling like a little girl, but in the best way possible.

“Tell me, what do you think of this book you are reading?” He changes the subject abruptly.

“Oh, it’s amazing,” I say, thinking about my favorite character. “There’s this character Xavier…”

Suddenly, he laughs. “Yes, I know, he is one of my favorites as well. I’ve read the whole series” Red pipes up before I can say another word.“He’s always falling in love with the wrong woman, only to find out that the right woman was waiting for him the whole time.”

“The maid, yes!” I feel my heart flutter. “But they can’t be together because—”

“She is below his station. It’s a compelling love story,”Red says to me as he places another spoonful on my lips. I wave it away. I’m too excited that this man knows about my favorite Xavier books.

“And the way the author weaves in a murder mystery! I just love all the books. The way he always ends up solving a crime with the heroine! And then there’s all that court intrigue. The plots are always so well put together, but in this one, what the hell! I only want them to act on their forbidden love. I get so frustrated. So many moments where they could be kissing.”

“Agreed,” Red replies. I hear the bowl being set down nearby. “But I am sure they will get to the kissing part.”

“I’d like that.” I feel my face burn. He doesn’t mean the characters. I can tell by the way he said it. He is talking about us. He means to kiss me. “Then why don’t we? I mean, they?” I hear Red chuckle, and then the bed groans under his weight again. And just like that, before I have time to think further, I feel lips on mine, large and gentle. I put and arm up to touch his face, but he catches it in one of his hands, and for the first time, I really get a sense of just how massive he is. His cock was huge, all right. God, is it huge. But his hand easily circles my arm. His lips are huge, too, but so soft and gentle. The kiss is brief but promising; if I want it, there is more to come. I want him, and he wants me, too. The air is electric. It’s wild, but I’m going to do it. My body iscrying out for release.I can already feel I have practically flooded my panties. God, what is it about this stranger?

“Red, enough is enough. Let me take this blindfold off.” Though I am a bit weak, I lift my hands just enough to get a hold of the satiny cloth.

“No, not yet, please…” Red holds my hands in his large warm ones again. They feel like soft baseball mitts. “I have a few things to tell you before you look at me.” He sounds anxious.

“Why?” I am so confused. What could be so wrong with this guy that he doesn’t want me to look at him?

Maybe he’s really ugly?

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