Page 47 of All Your Pain

Willow leans in until our lips are almost brushing and it takes all my self restraint to not grab a fistful of her hair and force her the rest of the way.

“I think I remember owing you an orgasm,” I purr and she giggles. It might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, well, second to her screaming my name as she comes but fuck it’s pretty and I want to hear more of it.

“You do…later,” she says and she actually smirks at me. I reach out to grab her and pull her in for a kiss but she grabs my wrists and I let her stop me. “You also said we could look at redecorating. Not that I know where to start.”

“Oh, I have a few ideas, maybe a better office chair to start with, one with more room to fuck you on.”

She bites her lips and her eyes get that glazed-over, lust-filled look.

Fuck, I’ve done a good job at converting her to worship on my cock. Who would have thought kindness was the way to get there?

“That’s definitely a start.” She licks her lips then blinks a few times and starts to look all shy. “Maybe we can get some more clothes for me whilst we’re at it?”

I school my expression, so I don’t show my surprise. If she’s willing to ask for clothes then surely that means she really is coming around to the idea of there being an us.

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want,” I say stroking my fingers up her spine and resting them lightly around the back of her neck. Her pulse beats steadily against my skin and I let myself relax into the feeling of all of her truly being mine.

17

WILLOW

I’ve always been used to having endless amounts of time to myself but being alone in Dean's house feels so different compared to when I was in my room at my dad's.

I used to spend hours worrying about what my dad thought of me and never gave myself time to think about my future. When I wasn’t at school I spent my time studying or drawing.

There were times when I thought ending my life would be better than feeling like the worthless trash he told me I was but in the end I knew that if I killed myself then he really would win.

I wanted out and I got that but when I was sitting on that bus, my heart hammering with a mix of fear and excitement, I still couldn’t picture a future for myself. All I saw was me stepping off the bus and getting to the hostel. My grand plan was to find the first job that would hire me and make enough to have my own place. After that, I didn’t have a clue.

Being here with Dean, I know my options are limited but somehow they feel so much more open than they ever have before. I’m sure that whatever I asked for he’d get it for me soI’ve been spending the morning thinking about what I want to do with my life.

It’s not like I can go outside freely, well not right now. I’m still holding out for the future and hoping that with enough time he might loosen my leash a bit more.

Maybe I am just falling for my captor but I’m starting to feel like that may not be such a bad thing.

Spending time just watching movies with him or cooking together has been nice and it’s made me feel normal.

I’m thinking that I could try my hand at painting or writing whilst I’m here, maybe even sewing. Actually, maybe not. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at a needle and thread the same way again.

There are so many options and I don’t know where to start but I do know that I want to have a purpose. One that’s not just beinghis.

I think back to when I would spend countless hours reading manga and sketching out my own panels for storyboards. I thought I was pretty good at it but I could be being biased, it’s not like anyone else saw my sketches.

That seems like a good enough place to start.

I find a pad of paper in Dean's office and take it to the sofa to start writing down a list of my future prospects. Since I’ve got nothing else to do I add lists of everything I’d need to try out each hobby and even number them for how much I’d like to try them.

I’m wondering if I could attend an online college of some kind when I hear a loudbuzzthat makes me drop the pen and paper.

“Hey, got a delivery…,” a man's voice calls from what sounds like the front door. My heart hammers so fast that blood rushes to my ears and drowns out whatever else the man says.

I’m frozen to the spot, unsure of what the hell I'm supposed to do. Dean never said someone was coming here or that I had to answer the door.

The buzz sounds again and I get to my feet and rush to the front door.

There’s a small panel to the side with a couple buttons and a speaker that I’ve not paid any mind to before. “Hello?” The voice says again, they sound fairly young, maybe a guy in his twenties.

I should ignore it and go hide upstairs until they’ve gone but before I can decide on what to do my finger’s pressing a button and my voice is saying, “hello?”

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