Page 50 of His to Own

“Where you wrote a poem about me. Why did you write that poem about me, Elena? Don’t hide now. Tell me.”

“I wrote that poem…” She exhales shakily. “I wrote that poem because I’m trying to understand you and the feelings I have for you.”

“What feelings are those?”

“Complicated ones,” she whispers.

“Like what?” I’m not going to let her off the hook. I need to know what’s on her mind.

“I’m afraid of you,” she whispers.

“I gathered that.”

Her hands tighten together. “But you also…”

“You also what, Elena?” I press my hands into the bed, leaning in closer. She sucks in a breath but keeps her eyes closed, though I know she can sense me.

“I also feel excited at times.”

I can’t help but smile from her admission. I knew she was keeping something deep down from me. “Excited for what?”

“Please. Don’t make me say.”

“Why are you so afraid to say what’s on your mind? You have no problem putting it into your poetry. Why can’t you say it out loud?”

“It’s scary.”

“Of course it’s scary. You’re vulnerable. But you’re never going to get what you want in life if you hold back. So tell me.”

She squeezes her hands so tight, I’m worried she’ll break them. I take her hands and place them down at her sides.

“Tell me,” I murmur, keeping my hands over hers.

“You excite me sometimes. The way you look. Or the way you look at me. I don’t fully understand it.”

“Because you’re a virgin. Your father never let you have any experiences in life. Of course you don’t understand what you’re feeling. But I can help you, Elena. Help you to understand what you’re feeling.”

“How?” She sounds so desperate and frustrated. This poor woman has been holding so much inside of herself. It’s time she let some of it go.

“Part your legs.” I let go of her hands and stand up.

Elena looks even more afraid. It’s radiating off of her. “I…”

“Don’t question it,” I say in a hard tone. It’s clear to me that she has listened to her father and done as he said, even if she hated it. She naturally listens to the people around her. So I’m going to make Elena listen to me. But unlike her father, I’m going to do it to help her. “Part your legs. Now.”

Her legs finally open wide. Her dress still covers her legs, not letting me see anything.

“Pull your dress around your waist,” I command.

With shaking fingers, Elena does as I say. Her pink panties are on display for me.

“Take your panties off,” I order.

Elena sucks in a breath but listens to me. Her fingers slowly slip her panties down until they get stuck around her feet.

“Let me,” I say, taking them the rest of the way off. She shivers, though I’m not sure if it’s because she’s afraid or because she’s excited. Probably both from her admission earlier.

“Now, keep your legs open. I’m going to look at you.”