His heavy growl at my addition drenches my fingers.
My other hand drops lower and begins to circle my clit finding the swollen nub easily now that I’m so turned on.
“Yes, Kai. Touch yourself. Feel how incredible your body feels beneath your fingers.”
“God,” I moan as another surge makes my toes curl. The sensations start coming back
, and I remember how it feels. I remember what to do.
My back arches into my hand as my fingers work. My lips part and my legs spread wider as my fingers sink deeper.
“Beautiful, are you close? I’m so fucking close because of you.” He’s stroking himself so hard I don’t know if he’s pleasuring or punishing his cock for wanting me.
“Take it back, Kai. Take back what is yours.”
I feel my body clenching around my fingers, my body tensing, arching for more. So close, but even though I’m the edge, can I really fall over the cliff? Can I let myself feel the intense joy and feel the peace afterward?
“Let go with me, Kai. Let go. Come on those dirty, filthy fingers. Come because you control your body. No one else, just you.”
I hear his words. And they help. But I also feel myself stirring inside—a voice of my own stepping out of the dark shadows of my heart.
I’m here.
I’m strong.
I’m in control.
I scream as I finally push myself into an orgasm. My muscles squeeze my fingers rhythmically as I come. My body clenches and then releases my orgasm as it bubbles then bursts in tiny explosions throughout my body, releasing all of the darkness of my past and giving me back my body—giving me back.
I gasp as I try to regain my normal breathing, and then I watch Enzo jerk his own beautiful orgasm from his body. His eyes roll back, no longer focused on me, as his cock hardens before the thick, white liquid spills onto the tight muscles of his stomach.
God, what would it feel like for his cock to spill his seed inside me?
I’m not sure I’ve seen anything so breathtakingly attractive as a man coming on himself when he wanted to fuck me instead. He could have. He could have taken me and destroyed me. Fucked me into oblivion. But he didn’t.
He didn’t touch me.
And it’s never made me want a man more. I just came, just experienced that sensation again for the first time in years, but I think I’m already crazier with need than before. I’m horny and lusting after the handsome man lying next to me.
I can never forgive him, but this…giving me back a piece of myself is as close as I will ever get to absolving him.
But right now, I can’t think. The heavy pull of sleep is too much. And I let it consume me.
I wake up to an empty bed.
Enzo is gone.
But I slept in a bed; albeit a hard, cool one.
And I made myself come.
I’m healing, faster than I thought I would heal in a lifetime, and it makes me want to think about a future. What does my future look like?
Will I ever be free? Finish school? Hold a job?
Or will I end up a whore? A slave again?
I climb out of bed, before I realize my legs are woozy from last night.