Page 39 of Beautifully Wounded

“Fuck, no.” I pull it awayfrom her, and her eyes drop to her lap. “Eyes up,” I tell her, and just like the other times, her eyes meet mine.

I wonder if she knows she’s a submissive? Or even if she’d want to be. I’m sure she’s that way from her upbringing. Maybe she’d want to rebel against it if I point that out. So, like a dick, I don’t because I like her this way.

“Why would you think you have to?”

Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth momentarily make an appearance as she bites down before she answers with a shrug. “I’m still waiting for the other ball to drop, I guess. The ultimatum. The moment you demand payment for taking me away from my family.”

I flick the device off and raise a brow at her. “I’ve already told you there’s no exchange required. Can’t I have kidnapped you out of the goodness of my heart?”

A small smirk tugs at her lips, pulling one side up higher.

“There are so many things wrong with that sentence.”

I grin back. “There are, you’re right. But even though I kidnapped you, I didn’t do it to do anything sinister. Only to remove you from an awful situation, so when I ask you if you want to feel what it’s like,” I shake my pocket pussy before her eyes, “I’m genuinely just giving you an option. It doesn’t mean by doing that I want more from you. That I expect you to spread your legs for me, Angel.”

This time, as she studies me, she chews the inside of her mouth. “But you’re… hard.”

My brows shoot high, and I want to curse my hard cock for being so fucking prominent.

“I am, yes. I walkedinto my room to see a beautiful angel poking at the thing I fuck on the daily. I can’t control my body’s reaction any more than you can control the flush on your cheeks.” I grin as her cheeks flush hotter, and she ducks her head. “So, I’ll ask you again. Do you want to feel it?”

Flicking the switch on the device again, the sucking sound fills the space, and I study Abbey’s downcast head as her faint words meet my ears.

“Is it weird that I want to?”

I have to admit, I was sure she was going to decline even if she did want to.

“Curiosity about anything, whether it’s sexual or not, is not weird. So if you want to see what the suction feels like, then that’s okay. If you don’t want to find out, then that’s okay, too.”

Her caramel eyes dart up, and for a long beat, she keeps her gaze locked on mine, her stare no longer so fearful as she studies me, and then, as if she hasn’t already knocked me on my arse numerous times already, she holds her finger up.

“I want to feel what it’s like.”

Fuuuuck. My cock is as hard as stone, fucking aching to sink into a tight hot hole, but this isn’t about me. I can fix that later. Right now, all I want to do is make sure she gets what she wants.

Biting back my smirk, I point the silicone pussy in her direction. “Just slip it in,” I say, my fucking voice huskier than normal, giving away how this whole fucking scenario is affecting me.

With her eye on the prize, Abbey presses the tip of her index finger to the lips of my toy, and then slowly sinks it in.

“Oh!” she yelps, her lips spreading wide in a smile as her eyes dart back to mine. “It’s stronger than I thought it would be.”

“It’s my favourite setting,” I admit, and her cheeks flush again.

Biting her lip, her brown pools remain locked with mine even as her finger remains embedded in my masturbation device before she speaks.

“You prefer the sucking?” she asks, but then gasps and pulls her finger free, slapping her other hand over her mouth. “Please ignore that question. I’ve invaded your privacy. I’m sorry. But in my defence, I was looking for a hair tie, and well I found one, and then spotted the war book and was reading the back and that’s when I saw your… toy. See, I told you I was bored.”

Huh. She’s a rambler.

Turning off my toy and dropping it back into the open drawer, I lower to my haunches in front of her, wanting to be eye to eye.

“I already told you it was my favourite setting. So yeah, the sucking action is my preferred mode because it gets me over the line pretty fucking fast. And your questions are fine. I prefer questions rather than beating around the bush.” I hook her index finger with mine, watching how she glances down at where we are joined. “As for the boredom, I’ll try to figure something out.” Then I tug on her index finger, gaining her eyes again. “You probably wanna go wash your hands since you put your finger where my cock usually goes, and I’m not that good at washing things thoroughly.”

“Oh, my god!” she squeaks, flying up from the bed, nearly knocking me backwards as she runs for the bathroom, and I throw my head back, laughing.

Fucking hell. I never in a million years expected this conversation. And fuck me if I don’t enjoy her curiosity and the fact she actually isn’t that scared of asking the questions. It gives me hope that she does actually trust me, that her fear is reallyjust from her past trauma and something she’ll be able to get a better grip on over time.

“Do you have any hand sanitiser?” She calls from the bathroom, and I laugh even more, moving to join her.

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