“You don’t want or need to know some of the things I’ve fucking done.”
I inhale deeply before responding.
“But what if I really want to? What if I want to know more about you? Will we be together for years to come without me knowing a thing about your past?”
I see the hesitation all over his face and then he closes his eyes briefly while I continue.
“Tell me something about your youth before you became a father or fell in love. You said to me today that your childhood wasn’t the best.Tell me how."
When he opens his eyes again, I can still see his hesitation.
“You’re opening a can of worms of memories, Wren, which you might not come back from or look at me the same way again.”
As his hands move down my thighs, I take them in mine, entwining our fingers and bringing them to my lips, kissing each of them while keeping eye contact, and I speak against them.
“Nothing you say will ever change my feelings for you, my king. I promise there will be no judgments here.”
He takes a big breath before he begins.
“I started working with my dad when I was younger, in my early teens.”
I give a small nod.
“What did this work entail?”
He looks deep into my eyes before responding.
“Everything horrific you can imagine.”
I look at him, confused.
“Can you elaborate? What was the worst thing you ever did?”
He sighs before sounding a warning as he glances away.
“Wren…”
“Please, baby, tell me.”
When his eyes meet mine again, he takes another deep breath.
“My parents taught me when I was young that I needed to become dominant in every single aspect of my life, just like my dad was.”
I slowly nod, waiting for him to continue.
“My first time fucking was with an older woman, well, much older than me and experienced. I was only thirteen.”
My eyes widen and my mouth drops open.
“What?”
He gives a small nod before continuing.
“Once every month or so, my dad would leave me at these places and I was fucking adult women for months, but then it got worse.”
My eyebrows rise, wondering how it can get any worse than that.
“How so?”