Page 73 of Seduction

“They used their size against you. Made you fearful,” I whisper, taking a guess, and he nods before lifting his eyes to look at me.

The silent tears running down his face gut me.

Standing up, I move over to him slowly and grab a pillow off the bed before kneeling in front of him.

“Haliee…what are you doing?” he asks, staring at me in confusion as I move forward between his parted knees and look up to him.

“I’m submitting to you, Matty. For as long as you need, I will kneel before you. Not just for your comfort in knowing that I’m open to you and won’t hurt you, but because it will bring me satisfaction to know that I’m doing this for you. With you,” I whisper, watching him as he stares down at me, taking in my entire body in this kneeled position.

“You want to submit to me? Like this?” he questions, and I nod.

“I know you won’t be ready for anything big right now, but maybe we could start with this? And I could lay my cheek on your thigh while we’re alone?”

“I—I don’t even know what to say to that. Why would you do that for me?” he whispers, his hand gently reaching out to stroke my hair, and I lean into his touch just a little.

Something eases inside of him, bringing a small amount of peace that wasn’t there before.

“Because I love you,” I admit, being completely honest, and he sucks in a breath.

“You don’t know my whole story yet, Angel girl. What if you can’t handle just how broken I am?” His voice breaks as he admits his fear, and I shake my head.

“Never. I love you because you’re you. Knowing the past that made you become the man you are, won’t change that. It will just help me understand the workings of your mind so I can adjust to help you,” I say, my own eyes filling with tears. “Do you want to tell me the rest?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Okay. Is it okay to lay my head on your thigh?” I ask him, and he sighs, petting my head some more like it’s a comforting movement for him.

“Please,” he croaks, and I shimmy myself and the pillow forward a bit more, laying my head on his right thigh and closing my eyes.

“I’m ready, Matty.” I let my voice become small, even less intimidating so he knows I’m truly willing to be in this moment, submitting to him because I love him, and nothing else.

“I hope so,” he whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear it. “When I’d wake up in the basement, I would be chained to the walls and all alone with nothing besides the rats and spiders that would crawl around.”

“Oh,” I whimper, and his hands keep petting me as he continues.

“The chains were long enough that I could reach the loaf of bread and the jug of dirty water they left me, but that’s it. I was completely alone.”

“You’re never alone again,” I whisper into the air, pinching my eyes closed to fight off my own tears for the little boy he used to be, and the man that’s still suffering.

“I know,” he admits, shaking a little beneath me. “I used to scream for hours and hours, sometimes even days, and no one would come for me.” I suck in a breath.

“Is…is that why you left that night in the living room?” I ask, feeling sick to my stomach that I may have caused him pain. “My climax triggered you. Didn’t it?”

My tears are flowing freely now as the sobs work through my body, but I fight to keep quiet, not making a sound in fear of hurting him further.

“Yes,” he says the one word like a dagger to my heart. “But it wasn’t you specifically. God, the look of pure pleasure on your face was the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed, Haliee.”

“Yeah?” I ask, the knowledge slightly dulling the ache in my chest.

“You are the most beautiful thing to ever exist on this planet, Angel girl. I want nothing more than to get to a place where we can be that to one another someday,” he says quietly.

We sit in silence for a few moments, focusing on the points where our bodies connect. He keeps petting my hair, and I feel myself drifting into a different head space. One I’m not familiar with, but it’s comforting.

“Are you ready to hear the last bit of my repeated times in the basement, Angel girl?” he whispers, and I nod my head on his thigh.

“Mh-hm.”

“After I’d stopped screaming because I had lost my voice, that was when my parents would come to check on me. More often than not, it was my mother alone, but she would see me sitting in my own filth, unable to go to the bathroom anywhere but the small area I could move in, and she would laugh.” No. “She would get great pleasure in seeing what she was doing to me.”

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