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I kept my mouth open, hoping he’d shove back in and fuck my throat hard. I didn’t want to kneel here with that god-awful memory at the back of my mind. I needed Luke’s cock as a distraction.Please.
“Do you know what else being HIV positive means between us?” Luke asked.
I had a good idea, and I hoped I was right as I rasped, “No, Sir.”
“It means I can also do this.”
He forced me around to face the wall. I cried out, the pain from his grip in my hair arcing down my right side. Another memory broke free.
A rough shove to the couch. His grunt of satisfaction as he—
Luke knelt behind me, lifting my hips up and aimed his cock at my hole.
I broke into a sudden sweat, goose pimples prickling me all over as he pushed into me roughly. He wasn’t as thick as Kyle, not as slender as my—
I winced, trying desperately to get my head out of that memory once and for all.
I’d had a lot of men. Been fucked by atonof guys since—
I just wouldn’t think about it.Whywas I thinking about it?
Luke’s cock was good-sized and hit the right spot. I pushed myself back to take it in all the way. Clenching my hands into fists, I was determined to get fucked to orgasm with a clear mind. I wasn’t going to come with my father’s—
Luke slapped my hip hard, blessedly stopping that thought in its tracks.
“Be still,” he ordered. “I’ll decide how fast I get into my nasty little cum dumpster. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it, Mitchell? Daddy’s dirty cum dumpster.”
I froze. Memory flowed over me, unstoppable as a river. The fear, the pain, the grief, the horror, the alchemy, the power, the trauma, the pleasure, the worst moment of my life, and again, andagain, stuck on repeat.
I couldn’t breathe. Luke fucked me, but it wasn’t him.
It wasn’t him.
“Poodle.” I got the word out from somewhere deep inside, a place that had stayed sane as the rest of me fell apart. “Poodle.”
Luke pulled out too fast and too slow at once. I felt sick.
Pressing my head to the floor, I said the only thing I knew to say.
Luke bent low, his face near mine, and I squeezed my eyes shut, whispering, “Poodle, poodle.”
Chapter Six
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Luke
“Minty,” I said,rubbing my hand into his hair, and then down his back soothingly. “Are you all right? It’s over. The scene’s over. How can I help you?”
It took him a long time to finally roll over onto his side, but even so he brought his legs up to his chest in a fetal position, heaving with suppressed tears.
“Is it okay to touch you?” I had been already, but I needed to know what I was doing wasn’t continuing to distress him.
He nodded, so I ran my hands into his hair soothingly, and I hummed a soft song.
“It’s all right,” I reassured him. “You did great. I’m not angry. This is perfectly okay. Do you want some water?”
He nodded, and I went to pour some from the bathroom sink and brought him the huge, fluffy robe that I kept in the closet at the end of the room for aftercare time. It was comfortable, and he let me put it on him as I led him toward the bed. He took the water from me, sipped it, and then sank down on the mattress, a vacant, sad expression on his face. I said nothing more, rubbing his back and letting him process whatever he needed, while still making sure he knew I was there for him.
