“Can I ask you something, Marlon?” Rory sat up.
“You already did,” I said as I placed a bottle of water in her hand.
I get an eye roll. “I mean, I want to ask something without being punished.”
“Come on, Rabbit. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t ask me shit knowing I could punish you. What’s on your mind?”
She sighed and sipped her water before she said. “Why can’t I touch you?”
“Please Aurora, you touch me all the goddamn time.”
“You know what I mean. In bed, Marlon. Why can’t I touch you in bed?”
Great.
“It’s nothing personal, Bunny. I just don’t like it.”
“But…why?” She looked around the room—for who? I didn’t know— then looked at me, dropping her voice. “Did someone…touch you when you were little?”
I leaned in and whispered back. “No.”
“You sure? I see you got all them tattoos covering up marks. Did they hurt you worse than you making it seem?”
“Rory,” I exhaled. “Nobody did anything like that to me. Did I get hit a lot as a child? Yeah. Did I get tattooed ‘cause I hated looking at all them scars over my body? Yes. But that has nothing to do with why I am the way I am.”
“Then why?”
I shrugged. “It’s just not something that arouses me.”
“Like. At all?”
“Nope.”
“Oh,” she looked at the bottle of water. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Why?” I teased. “You think something’s wrong with me?”
“No offense, but yeah.”
Well damn.
“Wow. Okay.”
“I’m sorry but what man doesn't like getting his dick sucked? I’m a girl and if I was a nigga, I’d want my dick sucked!”
“Shut yo dramatic ass up! You know what? Question time done. You lost the privilege.”
“But—”
“No!” I cut off. “We’re done talking. Back on your knees.”
She didn’t do it. She looked up at me with those eyes until my shoulders relaxed. Then she got out of bed and approached me like I was a scared animal.
“My bad. I was out of line,” she started.
“Yes, you were,” I snapped.
“I’m sorry,” She placed a calming hand on my chest. We both looked at it, but I didn’t move. “It’s just you make me feel so good and I want to return the feeling.”
