“He has been inside your body hasn't he, Briella?”
Like a deer caught in headlights, I couldn't move as his fingers slid my bra strap down my arm.
“You have felt his knot stretch you out.”
Lowering my eyes, I didn't answer. I didn't want to. It was too personal.
“Answer me.”
My bra fell down my arms. He hadn't unhooked it which meant he had used either a knife or a claw to cut it away.
“Yes.” I whispered.
Acco grinned as he leant back. Opening his legs wide, he started to undo his own shirt buttons. “Kneel between my legs like a good wife should, Briella.”
Rushing to do what he said, I retreated into myself. I filled my brain with happier memories, memories of Tommy. Of our time together. Of how he made me feel.
“Lick.” Acco slid a finger down his pale chest. “Clean me like I have cleaned you, like I am going to clean you,” he corrected.
His hand slid under my hair, tugging my head down to his chest and pressing it there. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my lips to his skin, my tongue barely poking out between them. It was enough to tear a guttural groan from Acco's lips.
The hand on the back of my head tightened. “More.”
Steeling myself, I locked my brain away in my happy place. I built up the walls so thick and high that no one would be able to break through, and I licked his chest like he commanded.
“I am glad that Tommy has stretched you, Briella,” he rasped, his voice more hiss than words. “It means I don't have to be gentle.”
