“But I need more,” she mewled, and I grinned at her.
I made an impulse decision. I could fuck her pussy for hours, make her come so many times she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up anymore. But I wanted something else.
With a groan, I spat down, and time stood still before she realized what I’d done. When she felt it running down the crack of her ass, she flinched. She knew what was coming.
“Are you going to…” she whispered, and I smoothed my hands over her ass before smacking it, hard. She yelped. “Please, I…”
“Shut up, Pet,” I warned her, and she retreated into a place inside her, her body shaking. She didn’t object and she didn’t move away. I pressed my cock at her entrance and she kept so fucking still I thought she’d passed out.
“Ask for it,” I told her gently, my hands smoothing circles into her ass.
She wouldn’t.
“Fuck, Pet,” I growled. “Don’t make me go hard on your ass.”
I pressed my thumb to her tight hole, rubbed my spit in.
But she didn’t move. She didn’t say a word.
My cock was throbbing, and I stroked it in long, jerking motions as her body waited beneath mine. I could’ve done anything to her in that moment and yet there was something missing. Something was wrong.
She was frozen to the spot. Paralyzed by something I didn’t understand.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I told her, and she let out a single sob, so desperate it made me want to force her to tell me what this was doing to her.
I zipped my cock back in my pants, even though it was throbbing. She didn’t move an inch from that table. She was so fucking still.
I had no idea what had changed for her; what this was doing to her. But I needed to understand.
“Come off the table, Pet,” I told her. “Let’s go sit down.”
Nothing. Not a word. Not the slightest of movements. She wasn’t even there anymore.
I pulled her up by her hair and she didn’t even react to the pain. When I stood her up, she crumpled, and I had to catch her in my arms so she wouldn’t crash to the floor. My heart was pounding. I could only imagine how she felt. Something was so very fucking wrong.
She wouldn’t move, so I made her.
She wouldn’t walk, so I took her in my arms.
She wouldn’t make a sound, so I filled the silence for her, talking about nonsensical things that had never mattered less.
I carried her into the bedroom and arranged the covers around her on the bed. I lay down next to her and she was on me in a second, holding me so close it was like she needed my body to live.
“Tell me,” I said, and she shook her head no. “You have to.”
“I won’t,” she whispered, and I pulled her hair and made her look at me.
“You will,” I told her. “Fucking shit, Pet, tell me right the fuck now.”
Her bottom lip was trembling and she tried to get the words out one by fucking one.
“I…”
I wanted to shake her. I wanted to make her explain so I could get rid of the problem. So I could punish her like she deserved and give her the aftercare she so badly needed. It was eye-opening. She was a girl. A fucking little girl in my bed, with my bruises on her, with my marks all over her skin. I hated myself.
“Say it,” I said, and she shook her head.
I felt rage boiling inside me, not for Pet, but for whatever the fuck she was hiding from me. Because it must be really, really bad.
I pulled her on my lap and she clutched me tightly.
“Pet,” I said, and I hated the gentleness of my own voice. “You need to tell me what that did to you. I need to understand where you went. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
“You don’t need to help me,” she said softly against my chest.
“Fuck that,” I growled, holding her dainty little wrists in my hands, and jerking her up so she was forced to look at me. “Tell me, Pet.”
“It’s all over now,” she said, and my blood boiled some more.
“What’s over? Stop talking in fucking riddles, you’re driving me fucking insane,” I said. “Tell me why you spaced out, or I’ll beat the shit of everyone you know until I find out what happened to you.”
She straddled my lap. She looked so small.
“There was a man,” she said. “I won’t tell you who.”
“Okay,” I got out through gritted teeth.
“When I was younger,” she went on, toying with a stray strand of her hair, twirling and twirling it in loops around her finger. “He found me when I was really young, I didn’t really know what I was doing.”