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Now that I look back at the years we were in school, I can see all the little things he did for me that I never noticed. Keeping the other students from bothering me by drawing attention to himself, the camera, but mostly not pushing me. Just being there silently. Watching, waiting, protecting.
He reaches up and slides my hair to the side and presses a kiss on the back of my neck. Leaning my head back to rest on his shoulder, I look him in the eyes. I see him silently asking me for permission, so I turn in his lap until I’m straddling him in the tub, his erection very much at attention between us. He’s pretty big, the whole head above water. Much bigger than Dominic, though that isn’t much of a stretch.
I never thought in a million years that I would think a dick is pretty, but Drake’s is. I giggle to myself a little bit and he looks at me funny. “It’s nothing, I was just thinking that your dick is pretty.”
“And yet another thing you don’t expect to hear,” he says wryly. “But thank you, I guess?”
I put my hands on his shoulders and rub across them and down his arms. I’ve always loved how he’s built. Some guys focus too much on bigger muscles. The swimmers’ build is the best. Wide set shoulders, just enough muscle down them and the biceps. The triangle going to the waist, and lets not forget the yummy V. You know the one.
I trace his tattoos from his stomach up, over, and down his arms and hands. He leans his head back and a deep sigh comes fromhim. He isn’t touching me back, just letting me explore without pushing me, letting me take my time.
I don’t know what it feels like to have sex willingly. I know Drake won’t hurt me, but I want to work my way up to it, not just rush in. That doesn’t mean that we can’t play a little though. Reaching down slowly, I trace the bar bells along his shaft with a finger. He sucks in a breath and his cock jumps at the feel of my finger.
“Elodie,” he growls, “you’re walking a very thin line right now.”
It makes me feel empowered, to know that I can make him lose it a little. Wrapping my hand around him, I squeeze, just a little and I see a drop of precome on the tip. Slowly I lean down and lick it off with my tongue.
The next thing I know, we are up and out of the tub. He walks us into the bedroom, carrying me the same way we were just sitting and sets me down gently on the bed and he goes to his knees in front of me. Parting my legs, he looks at me, like he’s starving, and I’m his next meal. Maybe I am.
Leaning back on my elbows, I stare at him through my lashes. He starts kissing up my thigh and moves over to the other side. Taking a finger, he slides it up my seam, like he did earlier when he was undressing me, but this time, he goes in far enough to gather some of my wetness and puts his finger to his lips.
“You taste so fucking good, Bug. Now be a good girl and let me devour you,” he says. Using his tongue he parts me further and licks up either side of my clit. Throwing my head back I moan, softly at first. As he continues to work me I find myself writhing and I feel my core start to hum.
I’ve never had an orgasm, so I don’t really know what it feels like but I think it’s probably this. I must be moving around toomuch because Drake throws an arm over my lap to hold me still. Thrusting his tongue in and out of me he takes a finger and starts rubbing my clit, gently at first, then applying more pressure.
Grabbing his hair, I press him closer to me, he moans into my pussy and I feel like I am going to explode soon. Taking his arm away from my lap, he puts first one finger, and then two inside of me, hooking them up and moving his fingers in a come here motion.
It’s my undoing. I feel the orgasm rising. My legs are shaking, my whole body really. And as he uses his other hand to lightly pinch my clit, I release. Wave after wave crashes over me. My whole body is vibrating. Drake continues lapping at my pussy like a starved man.
I finally come back to myself and I see Drake sit back on his heels, the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. I slap my thighs together as my cheeks flame.
“Oh no you don’t,” he says. “I told you before not to hide from me. Don’t run from something that feels good.”
I slowly let my legs drop back open. He stands and goes into the bathroom and I hear the water running. Coming back with a washcloth in his hands, he gently cleans me up. Pulling the blankets down, he moves me up to the pillows and lays down next to me.
Wait, that’s it?
I look over at him and he must see the questions in my eyes because he says, “We will get there. I don’t need anything from you right now. This was about you, and you only. I can’t imagine the experiences you’ve had in the last year were ever positive. We can work up to other things, but this once, I wanted you to beable to see what it can be like. What it feels like to be able to enjoy something with someone who loves you and wants you to be happy and fulfilled.”
Tears spring up into my eyes and I bury my face in his chest. I silently cry, happy tears this time, as he rubs circles on my back and softly murmurs over and over how much he loves me.
We chat for a little while after I gather myself. Talking about what the future might hold. He tells me he was able to get my diploma but that I lost my scholarship. All I’ve ever wanted my whole life was to shoot photography. Going to college was going to be my escape from my parents, though I’m away from them now. So what does that mean? Do I still want to go to school? Is it even an option anymore? There’s no way I can go to the scholarship office and be like,I got myself kidnapped by a mafia boss to protect my friend and he forced me to marry him and held me captive for a year.They’d laugh me out of the office.
So what will my options be? I have a dark room here. I could just take pictures and keep practicing and eventually get good enough to submit them to places. Or I could try a community college that has photography classes. I don’t know.
But speaking of my parents.
“Want to tell me about my parents now?” I ask Drake.
He winces. “I guess now is as good of a time as any. I killed them. I won’t beat around the bush about it. I got them drunk and sedated and lit that whole fucking house of horrors on fire and watched it burn, foreverythingthey did to you.”
Holy shit.
He said he was going to kill them. But I honestly thought he was going to have some of the men do it quietly. He literally meantI will burn the world for you.Or at least the portion of it that mattered the most.
I should feel bad right? I mean, those were my parents. But I don’t feel one ounce of pity for them. They sold me, their own daughter, to a crazy person who was even worse than they were. The only thing I feel right now is awe, that Drake would go that far. For me.
Maybe it’s crazy. There’s no maybe. Itiscrazy. But I don’t care.
