Page 151 of Uprising

“For being you. For being so understanding, for not…” She shakes her head.

“Of course I am.” I say. Like hell I would behave any other way. She’s always been my world, and nothing has changed that.

She shifts her hand, drops it between our bodies and I let out a deep groan as she starts to fondle me. I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting that, in my head I thought we’d sit here, that we’d talk, that after earlier she might need some time out before we went anywhere near the sex situation again.

But I guess I was wrong. Not that I’m complaining.

“Will you, will you touch me again?” She says.

It feels like the air tenses. Like she’s waiting for my response. As if I would turn her down. As if I would ever deny her a thing.

She’s already got me riled up, she’s already got me fighting myself to not sink my cock into her.

My hand slips around, onto her leg as she sits between mine. She must feel my own reaction, she must feel how hard I already am.

“Do you want me to?” I ask.

“I need you to.” She says.

“I need you do something as well.” I say running my hand up, feeling how soft her skin is, feeling her stomach, her ribs, and the underside of her breasts as she takes in one heavy breath after another.

“What?” She asks.

“I need to know what he said. I need to know what words, what taunts, all of it.”

She gulps. “I can’t…”

“You can.” I reply taking her nipple in my hand, twirling it between my fingers as her back arches. “Tell me Rose. Tell me what he did and I’ll erase every moment of it.”

She shifts further into me. Her hips grinding just enough to tell me I’ve got her worked up. That right now, I can use her lust against her, though in truth I want to know not because I want to torture either of us with the knowledge. Far from it. I want to know so I cannot say anything or do anything that triggers her. I need to know what the boundaries are to protect us both.

“He…” She gasps as I tease her breasts more. As I fondle them both. “He called me a slut. And a whore.”

I guess that was obvious. It certainly wasn’t very inventive was it? I run my lips down her neck. “But you were alwaysmyslut weren’t you Rose? My trouble?”

She nods. “I couldn’t come for him. No matter how many times he tried. So he…” She shudders as I pinch her nipples, as I tease those hardened buds, giving her a hit of pleasure that right now she needs more than oxygen.

“He what Rose?”

“He used a vibrator.” She states. “He forced me to come.”

I feel my anger flare. If she wasn’t in my arms, if I didn’t need to have complete control right now I swear I would flip.

“But when I did, I said your name. Every time I said your name he would hurt me. But that time…” Her words turn to moans as I manoeuvre her body around enough to suck her nipple. “Oh god Roman.”

“That’s right.” I say looking at her, at how she looks like she might just come for me right now. “Say my name Rose, scream it for me.”

I suck again, I swirl my tongue over her, I nibble enough that her legs kick out and she is moaning more, moaning my name.

“Roman.” She groans. “Don’t stop.”

I snake my hand down her front. I know I’m pushing this but I want to get her back to what she was, I want her as she was, I want to prove to her that her pleasure is not something they can take. That these moments here are not affected by what he did.

As my hand cups her pussy she freezes. She stills.

“What else did he do?” I ask.

She whimpers. “He…”

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