Page 45 of Provocation
‘Jesus,’ I hear Shade mutter. ‘Daisy, that’s not what this was… It was a punishment, yeah, but only some discomfort, not pain.’
He sounds so remorseful, that Ialmostwouldn’t be surprised if there are tears in his eyes.
I reach out with my hand, and I find his, gripping it hard.
‘It wasn’t too bad until the end,’ I say. ‘I’m sorry for not telling the truth. You understand why, don’t you?’ I stifle a sob. ‘Please say you understand.’
I’m drawn into arms that I recognize as his.
‘Yeah,’ he whispers. ‘I understand why. But you never have to endure something you hate with us. Never. Not even as a punishment. Youdon’tdeserve it. You’re the best person I know, Marguerite.’
‘No, I’m not,’ I whisper.
‘You are,’ he insists. ‘I mean, granted, the people I know are like these two assholes, the Bandervilles, my father, Andy...’
I laugh a little. ‘See? You don’t know any good people. You don’t know anything.’
I feel his smile.
He holds me until I stop shuddering and my eyes stop leaking and my breath evens out. And then he asks me if I want pizza, and I think I might love him a little.
But the feeling isn’t a new one. It’s an old one. I just didn’t understand what it was before.
I shake my head and resist the urge to say the words he might not want to hear.
‘No. I need… I don’t want any more punishment,’ I clarify, ‘but I feel… I want…’
I’m given to Blake, and I know it’s him without opening my eyes because the arms that envelope me are a little smaller than Mav’s.
‘Only fun stuff now, okay?’ he reassures me, and I press my back into his chest with a shuddering breath as his hands skate to my knees to open my legs.
I let him move me, taking my hand away that was still shielding my core.
‘What do you want?’ he asks me.
‘To feel good in aniceway,’ I answer immediately.
‘We can do that, princess.’
Hands caress up my legs with a firm hold, grounding me in the moment and I feel the merest brush of something wet and warm slide up my slit before fasting onto my clit, to that tiny space close to it, and flicking almost reverently.
My sigh is loud and long, and I shuffle down the bed a little, my hands sliding into his hair.
Shade.
His pace is slow, but not frustrating or upsetting and I’m soon ready for more as he brings my body to readiness at my own pace. At first I wasn’t sure I’d be able to feel anything at all after the intense vibrations of the toy he used on me, but he gives me all the time I need.
‘More,’ I plead.
‘How much more?’ he asks, pressing at my entrance and then the other one.
‘Allthe more,’ I whimper, my hips bouncing.
I hear someone rifling around in the duffle bag again and I tense a little, but there’s a sound of a squeezy bottle and a moment later a small, cold thing is teased into my ass slowly. It feels like the same one they used on me before and goes in quicker this time, I gasp a little as I feel it go inside.
A finger presses into me, and I widen my legs, Blake holding them for me still.
‘Use those clamps,’ he suggests. ‘The training ones. They won’t hurt.’
