Page 16 of Tell Me No
“Anyway, I got wasted. I mean absolutely fucking smashed. The rest of the night was mostly a blur, but I remember the worst parts. I remember Erik’s voice as he told me everything was fine, that we were all just having fun. He laughed along with his friends, his face twisted into this unrecognizable monster. I’d never seen him look so evil. I closed my eyes, trying anything I could to convince myself it wasn’t real, that there was no way my own boyfriend would put me in that position. But it was real. Stranger’s hands touched me in places only I should have been able to allow. But I couldn’t fight them off. I could barely even move. Later, I realized from the bruises around my wrists that was because someonewasholding me down. I screamed, but no sound came out. The next thing I remembered was waking up in Erik’s bed the next morning, naked and bruised. Whatever shreds of innocence I had were gone. I ran as quickly as I could. I didn’t want anyone to see me that way.” Tears are pouring from my eyes as I recount the worst day of my life.
“I was always careful, Jason.Always. Elijah taught me how to protect myself when I was little. But it was like everything I’d ever been taught immediately left my mind. I haven’t stepped foot in a studio since that day. I’m too afraid that if I bare my soul that way again, everyone will see how damaged it is, how broken.” Despite my best efforts, my voice cracks.
Covering my face with my hands, I let the tears fall. I don’t want to look back at Jason. I don’t want to see rejection in his eyes, or worse, pity. His body is rigid as he absorbs everything I’ve told him, but he still holds me tightly. Everything is quiet for several long minutes, my sobs finally slowing to lazy tears and sniffles. When I think I can’t take the silence for another second, he finally speaks.
“I lied,” he says, his voice deep and deadly.
“What do you mean, you lied?” I ask, turning to face him. His eyes blaze with the fury of a thousand wildfires. He looks seconds from detonating, from unleashing an atom bomb of rage across South Carolina.
“I’ll kill them all, Aurora.” I look for any sign he's exaggerating, but there is none. If I let him go right now, he will hunt them down. Every man who violated me will pay at his hand. The thought shouldn’t turn me on, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t.
“I’m sorry for telling you like this. This isn't what you expected for tonight, I’m sure. I don't want to be this way, Jason. I don’t want to be this-this…. fucking shadow of the person I used to be. I don't want to be so broken,” I tell him, my voice shaking.
“You are not broken, Aurora. You were betrayed. And if I have to search every inch of this world for the rest of my life, you will have your vengeance.” His calloused hands are a stark contrast to the delicate way he holds my chin, making sure he looks into the depths of my soul as he makes this oath to me. “Never apologize to me for speaking what's on your mind or in your heart, Aurora. I had no expectations of where this night would go, but I'm honored you shared this piece of yourself with me.”
I shift in his lap, rising up and moving my legs across his until I’m straddling him. Threading my fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, he closes his eyes, sighing and leaning into my touch. His hands come up to grip my hips tightly as I brush my lips against his. It’s soft and sweet, my way of saying thank you for accepting all the jagged pieces of me.
He only relinquishes control for a few moments before one hand slides down the curve of my ass, digging in to the muscle. The other spears into my hair, tugging my body flush against his and deepening our kiss. His lips trail down the column of my neck, leaving tiny nips and licks in their wake. Fuck, this man unravels me like the string on a yo-yo as it unwinds, skimming the ground and flying back up.
“I just-just have to tell you…” I stutter, pulling his mouth closer to my skin as he rakes his teeth over the tendons in my neck.
“Tell me what, Aurora?” His tone is almost playful. He knows he’s throwing me off balance and he loves it.
“I haven’t… I mean, since then…” My voice trails off as embarrassment seeps in. Jason freezes his assault on my body, his lips close enough to graze my skin as he sighs.
“Be very clear with me right now. Are you telling me you haven’t been with another man since that night?” He asks, his voice gentle. It’s not judgement, it’s just a question. But I still can’t bring myself to meet his eyes. His large hands frame my face, pulling my gaze back to his, and I nod.
“I want this, Jason. I swear, I’ve never wanted anything more. I don’t want you to think I’m some delicate flower. You would never do anything I didn’t want. I trust you completely.” I make sure he can hear the truth in my words, see it shining in my eyes.
“Your trust means more to me than anything else in this world, princess,” he says. “You have to tell me, okay? If something doesn’t feel right or makes you uncomfortable, I need to know.”
“Okay. Just touch me, Jason. Please,” I beg, shameless and insistent.
He stands quickly, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. Carrying me effortlessly through the halls of his house, I know he’s headed for his bedroom. The thought sends liquid heat shooting through my body. I kiss him deeply as he walks blindly into the bedroom. My tongue explores every inch of his mouth, tasting the spicy, fresh taste that is so uniquely him.
Before I can get my fill of him, he tosses me into the center of his massive California king bed and I land with a bounce. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in his personal space before, but every time is just as good as the first. His walls are painted an ashen charcoal color, the perfect darkness for this man. I spread my arms out wide across the soft linen comforter underneath me, a smile permanently plastered across my face.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he says, pulling his t-shirt over his head. I’ve seen the beautiful ink covering his back before, but the piece stretching across his chest is incredible. A Phoenix with its wings stretched out wide is inked from one shoulder to the other, the tail trailing down the center of his sternum and fanning out across his abdomen. The shiny silver barbels cutting through both of his nipples call out to me. I raise up onto my knees, crawl towards the edge of the bed and run my fingers up the dips and ridges of his chest. I finger the piercing in his right nipple and he groans. He pulls my shirt over my head so quickly, unclasping my bra and discarding it behind him before I can even catch up. One powerful hand slides up my ribcage, massaging my breast as he captures my lips in a searing kiss.
“I already know I can make you come with just my touch, just my kiss. Are you wet for me already, princess?” He asks, unbuttoning the first three buttons on my denim shorts, giving himself just enough space to slide his hand into them. His finger traces the edge of my black lace panties, and I know he can feel how soaked they already are.
“Touch me, Jason. Please, just fucking-” my words trip off as his index finger swirls around my clit. The pressure already building in my core edges closer and closer to explosion. “Fuuuuuck, you feel so good. Any time, anywhere you touch me, it’s like my skin is on fire.”
“Are you gonna come for me, Aurora? Your pussy is already soaking my fingers. I barely had to work for it, baby.” He says with a cocky smirk, pulling his hand out of my shorts and unbuttoning them the rest of the way. He pushes me onto my back softly, pulling my shorts and panties down my legs, barring my entire body to him.
For a moment, he just stares. I can see the thick ridge of his cock straining against the denim, and he slides his palm against it. He groans in discomfort, or maybe desire, but never takes his eyes off me. Feeling brave, I drag my palms down my thighs, stopping short of sliding my own fingers through my throbbing core. I know it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me. Not now that I’ve had a taste of him.
“Do it. Touch yourself. Show me what makes you feel good. Teach me how to worship your perfect body the way you deserve,” he says, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans and boxers to the floor. His cock springs free, heavy and solid in his hand. Giving himself a few quick tugs, he quirks an eyebrow, waiting for me to follow his instructions.
“I’ve never… I mean not in front of-” I start to say, but he cuts me off.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about anything else that happened to either one of us before this moment. What I want is for you to show me how you want to be loved, Aurora. Show me, and I’ll give you everything I have to give.” He’s talking about sex, at least I think he still is. But his eyes hold a promise of something more, something I won’t let myself count on yet. So instead I slide two fingers lightly across my swollen clit, a moan bubbling up from my throat. My eyes roam over his body, mouth watering at the sight of the precum already leaking from the tip of his swollen cock.
“Fuck, Jason,” I slide two fingers deeper inside myself, stretching the tight walls of my neglected pussy.
“Look at me, Aurora. Don’t close your fucking eyes,” he snaps when my eyelids start to flutter. “Does it feel good, baby?”
I shake my head, knowing it would be much better if it were his hands on my body right now. “It-it’s not enough.”
