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“It’s me. You remember me now, doll face?”
The truth slays me, cutting me off by my knees. All this time it was him. I’ve been in his house, slept in his bed, kissed his lips. I fought him, I yelled at him and I’ve given myself to him.
In the back of my mind I thought that maybe I did it because he gave me no choice but that’s not the truth. Truth is that it’s nobody but him that I can belong to.
My body and heart knew it before my mind did.
I nod at him but I can only remember vague glimpses. We grew up at an orphanage together. It’s where I spent the first seven years of my life before I got adopted. They maltreated us at that place and the head mister and mistress were terrified that we would run away, so they’d cuff us to our beds every night.
When I got adopted, I couldn’t stop with the practice. It’s what I was used to. I’d left the orphanage physically but not emotionally. My parents banned me from using the cuffs, demanded that I forget that place had ever existed.
And eventually the memories became paler and paler. But I still restrained myself to my bed whenever night would fall, unable to free myself from the past, fromhimbecause deep down I didn’t want to.
Deep down I didn’t want to forget, no matter how many therapists and counselors and doctors my parents took me to.
“I remember you.” My eyes roam over his face. “I won’t ever forget you again.”
I’m still in a tumult over what’s happened and what I just found out but I don’t want to think about that now. Right now I just want him. His body, his mouth and his heart.
Twelve
Thane
She is no longer my captive, no longer caged or confused or under my influence. Now she knows my name and she probably doesn’t even realize it but her whole body is blushing, she wants her little petals plucked by me. And no matter how much she tries to be prim and proper, she still let me fuck her when I was nothing but her captor.
Got off on it. Enjoyed it. Moaned for more.
Because she know that no matter what I do, no matter what twisted measures I take, she will be mine. I have power over that tight little body of hers, over her mind, over her heart and the more she gives in, the better it will feel. I can make everything feel good again, like she makes everything feel good.
Burying my face in her neck, I inhale the smell of fresh lilies and it makes me feel high with need. It hurts when I don’t touch her, it exasperates me when she is not in the room or when I don’t have constant access to her.
She was taken from me for a big part of my life and so many people got to have her. They got to be with her during recess in school, they got to sit with her at the dinner table, brush shoulders with her when she was in a car or a bus. Little things. Little things that I craved to be mine but now I have the big thing.
I have her. And the front door is still locked and the hold I have around her body is just a little to cage like but she is too starry eyed to notice.
“You always used to watch me,” she murmurs and she licks the seam on her lower lip with her tongue, tasting herself like I’m going to taste her. “Your eyes used to follow me everywhere and I used to let you chase me.” She tilts her head to the side, causing a blanket of blond waves to fall down her shoulder. “I used to hide from you.”
My breath twists in my throat and I can see the memories play in her eyes. They link us together, hook us into each other and I pull her closer to me, not allowing any air between us.
“But I always found you,” I rasp against her skin. “Because it doesn’t matter where you go, I will always hunt you down and ask you to be mine.”
Pushing her against my desk, I grip her thighs, leaning in and I put my tongue in her mouth and she sweetly sucks on it, making my heart spiral. Her body is not just a body to me. It’s a fucking haven, a shrine where I lose my mind from devotion.
Not that I ever will let her know that. She doesn’t need to know the full extent of the power she has over me. Wouldn’t want her to commit mutiny and she can so easily make everything topple if she wants to. But her eyes are closed in desire, her mouth raw and swollen and I palm her between her legs. So slick and aching that I need to stroke my cock through my pants before I explode.
Her body arches into mine, her tits pressing into me, her nipples so stiff that I can feel them through our clothes and I turn her around, grabbing her hips and I clutch her buttocks against my erection. I’ve never been more hard and it makes me brim with need. I promised her to be careful the next time but I don’t know if I can with her.
Being careful would mean having to resists a part of her, having to hold back and it’s something I don’t know how to do with her. Panting she turns her head and I clasp her chin, my eyes flashing when I notice that her mouth has turned a begging shade of red.
Makes my dick feel like it’s about to tear into her and I snap my mouth over hers, sharp like a strike and she lets out an abandoned moan. Her moans always get under my skin, like little spies but she’s the only person I don’t want to hide from.
She knew me when I was at my weakest and she still accepted me. She still let me hold her hand and let me protect her. She knew where she was safe.
She still knows where she’s safe which is why she lets me eat her mouth and cup her breast and squeeze like I’m trying to squeeze just a little bit of life out of her. Just a little piece that gets to be mine.
“Thane,” she breathes and there’s a flush on her chest, her fingers lingering on the buttons of her dress until I yank at it and some of the fabric comes undone. I love being with her in daylight, love seeing very part of her and her big eyes flash. “Yes,” she pants, “undress me.”
My doll is tired of her clothes, tired of being restricted. She want me to lick her naked skin like I licked her naked pussy and I remove every single thread that’s covering her. She shivers and I knead her curves with my hands, her softness making me crazy and I trail kisses up her delicate spine.
