Page 171 of Fixation
As if I’m not shocked and horrified enough, Anderson nudges the file inside my pussy. Less than an inch. Might as well have been all the way in, with how freaked out I am.
Although…
I’m not really freaked out, am I?
This is Anderson. The man who takes care of me. Who makes me wet.
The man I trust.
This isn’t torture.
This is love. Raw, messy, and beautiful love.
“Breathe.” Anderson sees into my soul.
He planned this. To have me outwardly numb and raw inside.
My Anderson wants this to be good for me.
It is.
“I’ve always been this man, Harper.” He strokes his cock from root to tip while looking at me. Dragging my own work tool in and out of my pussy. “Possessive, twisted. Addicted. I don’t see anyone but you. I never fucking will.”
The pain is sharp. My pussy stings, and then, oh—it’s good. Even better than before, because I’m not really hurt.
No, not me.
I’m safe.
Anderson is my safe space. My safe person. If anything happens to me, I can count on him to take care of me. I have no one else in this city.
I don’t want anyone else.
“Do you get that? Just how wrecked I am?” Though his anger is palpable, he doesn’t do anything that’d damage me. I see it now. He’s being so careful with the file. “You make me want things I shouldn’t. Make meneedyou. Nothing matters to me if I don’t have you. And I hate it. Hate and love this thing you’ve turned me into. There’s this hole in my heart, Harper. I’ll never be complete without you. Don’t want to live in a world without you there. I love you.”
I wish he never loved me.
I wish he’d never stop.
The file is out of my pussy.
I’m being flipped onto my stomach. Carefully. I’m not made of glass, but he’s treating me like I am. So maybe?
No, glass doesn’t have a pussy. A wet, aching one.
And the pillow beneath my cheek. It’s so soft. Feathery.
Nothing feels as good as the sensations between my legs. In my heart.
Oh, there it is. That’s where the metal file disappeared to. Anderson dropped it here, next to me.
My doctor, my cruel lover, lifts me by my hips. Sliding a shirt, I think, beneath my hips.
Yes, a shirt, I realize when he pulls from the other side of my body. Where I can see it.
He uses it to lift my hips. That doesn’t hurt, either. He isn’t being harsh.
He’s exposing me to him. My ass is up in the air.
