Page 81 of His Good Girl
The fire ignites again as she clenches her jaw. She takes the knife from me and draws my hand to her other breast.
“Here,” she whispers.
“Then what?”
“He sucked my nipples.”
“Did he moan while he did it?”
She nods.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I lean in and place my mouth over her right nipple with a soft groan. “Like this?” I ask softly.
“Yes.”
“Were you standing up?”
“Yes.”
“So just like this?”
“Mmph.”
Her muffled sob makes me look up at her, but she is determined to go on.
“What were his hands doing?”
She clamps hers over mine and pushes up, so her breasts are plumped up.
Sucking her nipples gently, I let her get used to it with the image of that predatory asshole in her mind.
“Did he touch you anywhere else?”
Eyes scrunched shut, she nods.
Cupping her pussy, I ask, “Here?”
Her stricken features confirm it.
Sliding my finger over her clit, she cries in anguish, tears seeping from her eyes as she relives the horror I’m inflicting on her. It tears me up inside. Thrusting my fingers inside her body wracked with sobs, I say clearly, “Open your eyes, Serena.”
She shakes her head.
“Open your eyes, baby girl. Look at me.”
Her green eyes shining with tears from her past trauma, open and fix on mine. My heart breaks for her, but I smile.
“What do you see?”
“You.”
“Me. That’s right, baby girl. I’ve got you. This is me. I touch you this way, no one else.”
She nods, her breath ragged.
Moving in closer to her, I remove my fingers from her pussy and press my body against hers.
“Who touches you, baby girl?”
