Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

“Yes?”

“As much as I enjoy coming, I don’t think my pussy can handle any more stretching for today. And my arms would love blood circulation to return to them,” she snarks.

I smile.

“Ready?” I ask.

She narrows her eyes, clearly not understanding my meaning. So I go with the ripping the bandaid off method.

I pull out in one stroke, my cock still thick from being inside her.

She winces, blowing out a hiss as I pull myself from her body.

Only then do I see how much she bled and the damage I truly did to her.

She was a virgin—but now she’s not.

I remember my first time. I was fifteen, and the woman was a stripper at Surrender. I think eighteen or nineteen. It was expected of me, so I did. It wasn’t life-changing.

But this was for Kai.

I pull the condom off that carried two of my loads. I’m not sure how protective using the same condom twice is. Probably not one of my best ideas.

“Let me clean you up,” I say, carrying the condom to dispose of.

“No.”

For once, I disobey her no. I run to the bathroom, grab a washcloth and then return to between her legs to wipe as much of the blood as I can.

She winces, but I doubt it’s from the pain. More from me taking care of her. She feels weak, and she hates feeling weak.

“Thanks,” she says when I stop.

I should release her arms, but this is the last moment of complete control I have. So I take advantage of it.

“I’m—”

“Don’t you dare say you are sorry.”

I cover her mouth with my hand so she can’t talk.

“I’m not sorry. Not at all. At least, not for tonight. Because without the excuse of punishment, you would have never let me fuck you. And as painful as it was, it also healed you. I see it in your eyes. When we first met, I was seventeen and you were sixteen, I wanted to be your first. But once you were sold, I knew it would never be possible. You may think you stole something from me, and you did steal power and forced me to face my own evil that lives inside me, but I also got a gift I never thought I’d have. I got the gift of showing you how incredible sex can be.”

She tries to speak, but I keep her mouth closed.

“So thank you. Thank you for trusting me with your first time, even if it was meant to hurt me. It did. But it also was the best fucking time I’ve ever had.”

Slowly, I release her mouth, and she stares with her lips parted, her hair a tangled mess on top of her head. I begin to undo the ropes before she speaks.

“You can be a monster, and I did want to hurt you. And I did, if only for a moment. But I did trust you with my first time.”

I smile.

“But don’t let it get to your head. I trusted you with my first time, because you are the only man who doesn’t cause me to flinch every time he touches me.”

I laugh. “I’ll have plenty more times to show you just how incredible it can be.”

She goes silent.