Page 32 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
I stand still and feel the tears start, slow at first. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop crying? I squeeze my eyes closed, as if that can stop them. Warm water runs down me, rinsing the soap from my body. It’s not until the water is turned off that I open my eyes.
We step out of the shower and he gently dries me off in a plush towel. It feels nice and soft until he reaches my butt. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.
“Did I go too hard?” His eyes search mine.
I shake my head. There’s a tiny part of me in the back of my head that screams yes. The minor part that screams at him for doing it. That screams at me for letting it happen in the first place.
After he ensures I’m completely dry, he quickly dries himself. He leads me back into my room. I watch him pull back the covers, then climb in. He tucksme in.
“Don’t leave.” I panic.
He smiles at me. “I’m not.” He grabs my robe from the back of the door and wraps it around himself. “I need to get something out of my truck real quick. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
As he ties the robe shut, I can’t help but let out a giggle. This large man, in my fluffy purple robe, is definitely a sight to see.
He glances at himself in my mirror and laughs. “It’ll work.”
I continue to lie on my side and wait as he leaves. When I hear the door shut downstairs, I count in my head. Praying that he really does came back. The logical part of me knows he wouldn’t run off in just my robe, but I don’t feel exactly like myself in this moment.
Nineteen.
I hear the door close and exhale slowly, filled with relief. He walks into my room with a bag in hand. I watch him place it on the ground near my dresser, hang the robe back on the back of my door, then make his way to the bathroom.
I can hear him shuffling around in the cabinet, but my eyes are too heavy to care. All I can focus on is knowing he’s not leaving me. Not yet.
“Daisy, open your eyes.”
My eyes flutter open to see him with his hand out.
“Take this.”
I take the pills from his hand and grab my water from the bedside table. Once I swallow them, he smiles.
“Good girl.”
I relax back into my pillow. He flips off the light and crawls into the bed with me. His hand finds mine under the blanket and laces our fingers together. I close my eyes and feel myself relax more than I have in a long time.
*****
I wakeup in the middle of the night to being wrapped in more warmth than I’m used to. It’s almost too hot. I move but find myself unable to do more than wiggle, weighed down by an arm across my middle and all the heat at my backside.
I try to wiggle out of his embrace, but allit does is make the presence of his cock at my backside that much harder. It wasn’t my intention, but now all I can think about is how full it would make me feel.
Maybe there is something wrong with me. Here I am, lying naked in bed with my high school sweetheart, who spanked me the night before, and all I can think about is sex. I haven’t had sex since him. My hand and favorite flower shaped toy get the job done.
I tried to once before, a couple of years ago, but quickly stopped it from actually happening. It was a random date with a stranger. I thought maybe a little one-night stand would help me move on. Turns out, I’m incapable of having something physical if my heart isn’t in it and I’d given my heart away a long time ago. I knew I was destined to be alone after that.
Nobody would live up to him—not in my head. That realization made me just aware of how unfair it would be for anyone to be in a relationship with me. I’m a romantic and hoped that someone would break through that barrier, but it never happened.
Now here he was, naked in my bed. All six and a half feet of him. I bet his feet hang over the edgeof my queen-size bed. There’s no way all of him would fit unless he was curled up. And he was, a little.
I wiggle a little closer to him, not caring that it’s too warm. I can cool off later. Right now, I want to take advantage of being here in his arms. It’s different now than before. He feels so much bigger, he feels stronger. I feel safe and happy. Part of me is terrified he’s going to change his mind and leave. Then all I can think about is what if I fall asleep and wake up to nothing. A cold, empty bed.
As if he can hear my inner thoughts, he wraps himself around me more, tighter. I feel his arm shift under my head, under the pillow, and wrap around me.
I can’t suppress the smile that covers my face as his hand naturally rests on my breast. He isn’t moving, so I’m eighty percent sure he is still asleep. His breathing remains steady behind me.
Then his cock goes harder. I feel it lengthen and harden as it presses between my thighs. I hear the hitch in his breath as he moves the hand covering my boob. Not much, just enough to double check where it is.
