Page 72 of To Free a Soul
So, at the risk of losing it all, Weldir had decided his honesty was the only solution. If he were to be rejected beyond that, if his thoughts and feelings were irrelevant, then at least he would know he tried everything.
Well, almost everything. Weldir would never tell her about his cave of memories, and how many sculptures he had of her. He didn’t want his obsession with her to be that intimately understood.
He thought she might run off scared. She’d definitely be mortified, if this situation had taught him anything.
Maybe I could try one last thing?
“But if my unfeeling touch is so abhorrent to you, if it matters that much to you, then you will at least find pleasure by yourself,” Weldir stated firmly.
Lindiwe covered her chest with a frown. “What do you mean?”
“Whether it be by my hand or your own, you will satisfy your desire.” Humour radiated through his mist when he lowered his voice and said, “I don’t think you should deny your hungry little pussy that. It is rather greedy for attention.”
Her eyes widened as her lips parted around a wordless protest. Then the brown in her cheeks and chest reddened, and she squirmed bashfully. She’d done a poor job of hiding her breasts, and he witnessed one nipple harden further. Her heart also took on a familiar rhythm, one that was often accompanied by her arousal.
Weldir tilted his head.Does she like being spoken to like this?What did the humans call it? Dirty talk?
Lindiwe kicked back to get away from him, uselessly, as his tendril still had a solid grip on her. In retaliation, he extended it so it would tickle the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath her calf muscle.
“What? In front of you?”
“Why not?” he asked. “If you don’t want my touch because I cannot feel it physically, then I want to enjoy your pleasure in the way I always have, by watching you.” Then he gave a hum as he tried to remember all the human memories he’d delved into. “This isn’t an uncommon desire. You humans watch each other masturbate all the time.”
“Yes! But I’ve never...” She trailed off and bit her lip.
“Oh, I know, Lindiwe. I’ve always wondered why you never sated your desire by yourself.”
Her gaze flicked to the side as she gripped the skirt of her dress nervously. Her flush of embarrassment deepened. “It just... we were taught... it feels... and the worry that you might catch me kind of...”
It took Weldir a moment to understand, and he had to sift through many possible reasons as to why she’d be against it.
He sighed. “If you tell me it has to do with that pesky faith of yours...”
Her lips tightened, and she didn’t deny it.
All the fun he’d been having in teasing her fuckingdiedso quickly he bit out a growl. Instead, he was horribly angered and annoyed, and an emotion he wasn’t used to scattered through his mist.
Possessiveness, and perhaps a touch of jealousy.
He yanked her closer by his will until her chest butted up against his, and he looked down at her. “The only god that matters to you now isme,” he rumbled, holding her doe-eyed stare. “And I am telling you to touch yourself.” Then he loweredhis head until he was right at her ear and growled, “And I’m not letting you out of my realm until you fucking do.”
A strangled, shivering moan escaped her, and she lifted her shoulder like she wanted to escape his voice speaking low in her ear. The temptation to nip her earlobe struck him, but she apparently didn’t want his touch, so he didn’t.
“It’ll be weird if you’re doing nothing and just watching me,” she whisper-shouted at him.
“I would find it exciting. Rather than my fingers deep inside you, it would be your own, and then you can feel for yourself how wet you get. So much so that you leave droplets of it in my realm.”
He pulled away from her and put space between them because if he continued to be within reaching distance of her, he was going to touch her. Lindiwe was lucky he couldn’t feel desire. If this was what his mind was like without being physically aroused, he could only imagine what it’d be like if he was.
“Would it make it easier if you couldn’t see me?” Weldir asked, casting his body elsewhere while stripping his sight so it remained.
“No!” she yelled, before realising how quickly she’d thrown the word out. “I think I’d feel worse, to be honest. I want to know where you are.” He brought his body back, and her shoulders lost some of their tension. “I don’t understand where this is all suddenly coming from.”
“It’s not sudden. You just haven’t been privy to my innermost thoughts.”
“Then why not tell me sooner?”
“Because I never know with you!” Weldir roared. He threw his hands downwards while gesturing at himself. “I didn’t know if learning all this would upset you or not. If you were just trying to make the process of offspring more enjoyable without wanting anything more, and I thought your reluctance to take pleasureby your own hand was simply because you didn’t feel the need to, despite how confusing I then found how much you liked it when I touched you. You are my mate, and I don’t understand you. You are infuriating, and I have made many mistakes. Fuck, Lindiwe, I have been trying for years to better our matebond. So if I must only be a witness to this part of you, so long as your gaze remains soft towards me, I’m content to have it this way.” Then his voice took on a dark edge, as he quietly warned, “But Iwillwitness it, or so help me, I will keep you trapped here in my realm and use everything within my power to tease you and break you until you crave my touch once more.”
