Page 90 of Baby Duke

Roe

The drive back home is silent and full of tension. I know he wants to talk to me more about The Den, the international trafficking scheme, and, of course, what had happened to me, but he holds his tongue. I am grateful for the silence, though. My skin is buzzing, and I can't tell if it is because I don't want to be so close to another human being, a man…him, or if it’s because Idowant it. To be held, comforted… touched.

Is it too soon? If I let him touch me, would I be instantly repulsed and scarred from his touch for the rest of my life? Could my need to be with him be the catalyst that severs the bond we had found over the past few weeks?

Before I know it, we have pulled up in front of the house and West puts the car into park, leaving the motor running. He turns to me expectantly. He thinks I will thank him for the lift and skedaddle as quickly as I can. I link my fingers together in my lap, and they wriggle restlessly as if they have a mind of their own.

West raises an eyebrow.

"Um," I say, my throat suddenly hoarse and dry. "Would you like to come in for a bit?"

His other eyebrow rises to match the first as he blinks and takes in my question before suddenly, he is in rapid action, as if afraid I will take it back and send him home instead. Before I know it, he is standing outside of the car and whistling for Captain Floof to follow.

I can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm to spend time with me.

West follows silently at my heels as we walk through the front doors, up the stairs, and into my room. He leaves the door open as if unsure I might suffocate under the pressure of being in isolated closeness with him.

We stand on opposite sides of the room in silence, both looking everywhere but at each other. Captain Floof groans as he collapses onto the carpet in utter contentment, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

Suddenly, I can't take it anymore.

"I need you to touch me!" It comes out in a breathless rush, the words merging into one.

West blinks and tilts his head as if unsure he has heard me correctly.

I take a deep breath and continue.

"I- I need his hands on me to disappear. The fear, the disgust, the shame, I need it gone. I need to remember what it feels like to enjoy the touch of another human being. I want to enjoyyourtouch, West. Please.Please, West. Erase what he did to me. Make me feel again."

West stares at me. Fully. Intensely. Like this is a decision that could either make or break us. Really, it could.

Finally, his chin drops in a subtle nod.

My stomach squirms, but I can't tell if I am excited or repulsed.

West whistles sharply, and Captain Floof leaps off the ground and stands to attention at West's feet.

West's gaze does not divert from mine as he growls, "out."

Captain Floof's ears and tail droop, but he complies.

"You’re sending him away?" I ask, amused. "He's just a dog.”

"No," West says, closing the door before walking slowly towards me. The gap between us diminishes. My body is a confusing mess of wants and needs and terror. "He is a guy. And I am the only guy who gets to see you nakedeveragain."

I gulp, my pussy clenching as desire wins out the battle within.

I close the gap between us with quick steps and clutch West's shirt in my hand. Our lips descend on one another as if they are magnetic, two puzzle pieces begging to become complete.

We both groan as our lips connect hard. It is rough and passionate, but when has our coming together not been? He nips at my bottom lip until I open for him, his tongue slides against my own in a slick caress that has my knees weakening.

As if he can read my mind, West lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist automatically, so close but not close enough.

"West!" I gasp around his lips. I don't know what I am trying to tell him, but he seamlessly reads my body.

He turns us toward the bed and gently places me sitting on the edge. He drops to his knees in front of me, chest heaving as he studies me for a moment.

"I am going to take your shirt off now," he says. There is no cooing or hesitation, just a blatant statement.

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