“Yes, Daddy. Yes. I love you. Oh God.” Oh God is right. She undoes me with those three words. It always does when she bares her heart to me. I find myself shooting life inside of her, as mine finally opens up and tears stream down my face. She grabs my face and wipes my tears.
“Marquise, talk to me. I’m here.” She kisses the side of my mouth, asking me to let go of everything I have been holding inside of me. I look into her eyes and see the future we could have, and I know now is the time.
With her still sitting on my cock and her legs wrapped around me, I pick her up and walk into the bedroom. I sit down on the bed and move against the headboard, not wanting her to move from the position she is in. There is something about it that is comforting to me. Soothing even. I lean in and kiss her with the hope that she can feel the plea pouring out of me. Even if that plea is silent and begging her not to leave me, after I tell her everything.
“I’m here, Marquise. I’m not going anywhere.” She reassures me as she is rubbing my face. See...made for me. She heard my silent cry and answered it.
I take a deep breath to tell her everything. Well, everything I can bring myself to vocalize. The first thing I start with is to tell her about the lifestyle my parents led. About the abuse I watched my mom suffer at my dad's hands. The other men, he made her sleep with, and then how he would punish her for doing it. I told her about the few times I caught them engaging in their ‘scene’. He would have his hand around her neck as she was on her knees, gasping for air, and trying to please him to no avail. I told her everything except how it all came to an end. I am not ready to vocalize any of that.
By the time I’m done, I am a wreck. At this point, I can’t look her in the eye. The idea that she will be able to see the monster inside me is making me sick. Instead, my Goddess doesn’t run from me, she lifts my face and looks me directly in the eyes. Hers are filled with tears and streaming down her beautiful face. The pain I’m feeling is etched on her own as she takes in everything inside of me, proving to me over and over that she is meant for me.
She hiccups, trying to stop the torrential downpour that is coming out of her eyes, so that she may speak. I wipe her face and kiss her tears, taking my own pain back. She is too good to feel anything but happiness and adoration. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay.” I tell her, rocking her back and forth. She finally finds the words and stuns me, yet again.
“I know it’s o-okay, Marquise. I have known from the moment you touched me. I ju-just wish you knew. It kills me that every time you touch me, you freak out inside thinking you are anything like him. My savior, you are nothing like him. I can feel the heart that lives inside of you. I just need you to believe it. We will decide what works for us and what is too much. Okay? I will tell you when it is too much and I know you will stop, because that is who you are. That… is why I love you.” She says the last part as she lays her head on my chest, and I can't stop the lone tear that falls at her admission. I feel like I have been waiting for her to say it. To feel the unfurling of my own demons, as they succumb to her sweetness. I just wish I could say the words back.Chapter TenChrissyWith my head on his chest, resting there, I try and catch my breath. He’s rubbing my back in a soothing manner. I could definitely fall asleep with his cock still inside of me. I can still feel it twitching inside of me.
“It’s your turn, baby girl,” he whispers in my ear, giving me goosebumps.
“My turn for what?” I ask, sitting up.
“Tell me your story. I want to know how someone as beautiful and precious as you, ends up on the street.” he says.
“Oh, that. Are you sure you want to hear it?” I certainly don't want to tell it.
“I do,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, lifting my pussy off of his cock. I can’t think straight when he’s inside of me, so I take that out of the equation and snuggle further into his side. This is where I feel safe and sound with his strong arm around my shoulders. I take a deep breath, while he holds my hands in his left one and that makes me smile. “It was about two years ago when shit really hit the fan in the Brooks household. I was barely sixteen at the time everything happened.” My voice cracks and I have to take a minute.