Page 68 of Heartless Heathens
“Um—” She started but I cut her off.
“Forget it. Just pick a word you don’t use often. Something you’d never say unless you wanted me to really stop.”
“And you’ll really stop if I say it?” she asked me.
“If you say it, yes”
“Safeword.” She breathed out without a second thought.
“Safeword?” I asked.
“Safeword.” She confirmed with a nod.
With her throat still in my grasp, I squeezed tighter, slowly moving my fingers in and out of her again, giving up on my fourth finger plan.
It was a high expectation anyway.
I curved my fingers, hooking upwards and finding her g-spot with ease, the light contact was enough to force a whimper from deep within her chest. I picked up the pace, using my palm against the bundle of nerves between her legs while I pushed my fingers in and out of her. Both her hands found my forearms and she clung on, thrashing her head from side to side again with closed eyes.
“No! No! Stop! Stop!”
“Remember your safeword,” I whispered into her ear and her gaze locked onto mine with understanding.
She nodded her head, and I thrusted harder, the pleading cries for me to stop never changing.
Maybe she needed this.
Maybe Frollo had fucked with her head so badly that she could only accept this kind of pleasure if she lied to herself and pretended like she didn’t want it.
Maybe she needed me to be the villain.
To take from her, so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt or shame he’d embedded into her just over the idea of giving it freely.
I needed to prove her wrong.
That there was no shame.
Not when it came to me and her.
“Sonny!” She cried my name out as she unraveled into a million pieces, the look on her face was an indescribable kind of beauty you couldn’t bottle or replicate. It was hers alone, but when she shattered like this, I got to steal a piece of it for me too.
She breathed out heavy exhales, her chest rising and falling while I continued working my fingers inside her, trying to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. I pulled each finger out slowly once I was sure her climax had ended before putting them in my mouth one by one to lick clean.
She brushed the silver and onyx strands of hair away from her face. My phone buzzed against the nightstand and I exhaled, preparing myself for the call I knew I couldn’t ignore.
“Yes?” I answered.
“You’ve found a girl.” My adoptive father didn’t bother to make small talk, my gaze darted over to her, still panting and cheeks flushed from her climax.
I ran my fingers over her clit once more before dipping them inside her again. She whimpered, sucking both her top and bottom lip together in between her teeth. She shook her head back and forth rapidly, like she was still too sensitive from her orgasm.
“Just a stray student. Nothing to concern yourself over.” I lied.
If Arlan already knew she existed there was no point lying. It likely meant he already knew more than me, which wasn’t a good thing, but I couldn’t in good conscience just hand her over to him.
He would devour her.
Then he would spit her back out into one of the poorhouses when he was done and her mind had crumbled to dust from his fuckery.
