And a small sob escapes before I manage to catch it on an inhale.
Caden’s face softens as he tilts my chin and presses a kiss to my clamped lips. “Don’t hide your tears from me, sweet girl,” he says. “Come to me to dry them.”
His thumb slidesacross my cheek, brushing away the wetness. And there is a weight of a thousand promises in that gesture. A strength that I cling to. A trust that he’ll carry all my burdens to the cliff edge and toss them into the sea.
“I’ll kill him for you, Sau. I will kill every single person who has ever hurt you.”
Grabbing my hand, Caden places it beneath his on my pussy. He curls my own finger inside of me, and I flinch despite still holding his gaze. “But first we’re going to get rid of his touch together. You’re going to come on your hand, then squeeze around my cock. You’re going to find your own pleasure, Sau. You’re going toownyour body. It won’t be his anymore. It won’t be theirs. It’ll just beours.”
My lips trembling, I nod. I want what he’s offering so badly. To no longer be owned byhim.
So I try not to tense whenCadenguides my finger under the pressure of his. I try not to back away when he tells meto keep curling it just like that while hemoveshis own fingers, pumping them in and out.
The friction of our fingers makes me hot, the heat building with every movement, but my mind is trapped in a cold asylum nothing can break. It makes me feel even more broken, and I struggle even harder to feel somethinggood.
But all I’m feeling are fingers. Like when Uncle David would have me touch myself while he taught me how to be a good wife. Just movements that mean nothing. That bring no pleasure, just wetness.
Caden grabs my free hand and wraps it around his cock. His head dips to my neck, trailing kisses down to the collar of my nightgown. Ripping the fabric apart with his telekinesis, he then licks my left breast.
Right where Antonio made his second hole.
My eyes slam shut.
My finger stops moving.
But Caden’s don’t. His fingers fuck me faster. His hand holding me to his cock pumps in a similarrhythm. When his lips close around my nipple, I cry out, and he sucks on me harder with a groan.
“I’m so sorry, Sau,” he rasps against my skin. “I thought I could wait. But I need to be inside you. Need you tight around my cock.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and places his arm beside my chest, leaning on it as his hips push forward. He holds my hand around his cock as he lines it up with my pussy. I try to remove my own finger from between my lips, but his magic holds me still. Then makes me curl it. Over and over, hitting a spot that sends jolts of electricity through me.
He sucks on my nipple harder, rough growls emitting from his chest as he rubs the tip of his cock between my lips. “I need you to tell me you want this, Sau. Make this momentours.”
A whimper claws at my throat, not letting anything elseout. But I want to tell him to take Antonio’s touch away. To please take it all away.
“Sau,” he groans as he moves to my other breast, and the tip of his cock pushes in just enough to start spreading my lips. He sucks on my nipple, his tongue flicking it back and forth as he jerks my hand up and down his cock.
He rocks in a tiny bit further, and I spread my legs in silent invitation, still too numb to speak.
Groaning, he sinks in all the way, sending pain and heat flaring through me. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps as he rolls us on the mattress.
I’m suddenly sitting up, straddling him with my hands on his chest as he holds my hips. He lifts me up and down, rocking me sensually on his cock. “You feel so fuckinggood,” he hisses, his green eyes on mine, half-hooded in his honesty. “I want you to use me, Sau. Ride me for your own pleasure.”
His hands leave my hips, giving me the power, the control.
I still, not sure what to do. What Iwant.
But he doesn’t rush me, doesn’t force me to be ready before I am. Now that he’s inside me, he’s fully content, comforted for some reason just by the grip I have on his cock.
“You’re so beautiful sitting there,” he murmurs. He cups both my breasts, rubbing me leisurely as he keeps his eyes on mine. “Now own your beauty, my sweet, sweet girl,” he commands. “Use me to wash every part of him away.”
I nod jerkingly as I let my tears fall freely, trusting him to catch them, catchmeas I splinter apart on top of him. I rock forward and back, not having the strength to bounce up and down, and his fingers pinch my nipples a second before his mouth closes on the right. He kisses me as I cry, murmuring sweet comforts I’m not quite ready to trust.
How I’m beautiful.
Strong.
Worthy of being queen.