Page 81 of The Lost Melody


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“Ror brought these for both of us,” Lennon says as she takes another bite of the cinnamon rolls that she’s talking about. “I can’t eat all of them, and it would be a shame for them to go to waste.” She waits until I lean forward and swipe a roll before asking, “So why are you sneaking into bed with me? I’m absolutely not complaining, for the record.”

I smirk as I take a bite. I think I understand the comfort of sleeping with someone at night. I was so worried about Lennon when I was in bed with her, I didn’t sleep well, but last night I slept like a rock with Derek.

“I wanted to ask you something,” I begin to tell her. “We’re picking up and leaving soon, so we need to decide what to do with Elaine.”

Lennon flinches at her name, and I decide that no matter what, that woman will suffer.

“I’m going to pay her a visit with Derek, would you like to come with me?” I ask.

She worries her lip with her teeth, and I reach out and save it, pulling it away with my thumb.

“I do, but she knows my trigger word,” she says. “I would worry about her saying it.”

“I’ll cut out her tongue as soon as I walk in,” I snarl. “That woman will never be able to tell a soul, control you, or hurt you again. The only thing is… are there any questions you want to ask her before I do that?”

Lennon shakes her head slowly. “I don’t care why she did what she did. I want her to feel helpless. I want it to fucking hurt, and be there when it happens. Maybe it’s petty, and that makes me a bad person,” she whispers.

Nope. Tossing my breakfast treat onto the plate, I grab her waist and lift her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. Her cup is just about empty, so I glance down at it and then up at her, arching my brow. She rolls her eyes, lifting the mug to her lips to drain it.

“There’s my good little girl,” I mutter, putting the cup on the side table.

Lennon shivers, and I look at her confused. Rubbing her thighs, I ask, “Are you cold?”

She takes a shuddering breath, looking at me in the eye.

“Do you remember when we talked about kinks in the bedroom?” Lennon asks, and I nod my head.

“You told me that breath deprivation can be considered pleasurable under the right conditions,” I say slowly.

“Yes. There are many kinks, and a praise kink is one of them. It doesn’t happen every time, but I used to hate it when you called me ‘little girl’. I knew you were using it to avoid using my name, so you wouldn’t get attached,” Lennon explains.

My mouth opens and closes, and I feel helpless for a moment. She’s right. It’s exactly what I was doing, but I didn’t expect for it to bother her so much.

“I did, but I didn’t think you’d notice,” I grimace.

She giggles at me. I cock my head, wondering what’s so funny. She’s finished her breakfast, but there’s a little bit of sugar left on her finger. Lennon drags her finger over my lips and I open them, tongue peeking out to lick the digit.

She pushes it between my lips and I suck hard.

“So sweet,” I groan around her finger.

She rocks in my lap, and I grunt as my cock takes notice. It always notices her.

Popping her finger out of my mouth, I shake my head.

“You’re not being very good,” I chuckle.

Shrugging, she kisses my lips, chasing the sugary taste left on them.

“Total brat,” she grins. “When you call me little girl now, it makes my insides go soft and molten and lights a fire in my pussy for more.”

I’m cognizant now that her bare cunt is sitting on me, and I almost swallow my tongue. Fuck.

My hands travel under her shirt to squeeze and massage her ass.

“Your skin is always so damn soft,” I sigh. “I’m glad that you don’t mind when I call you that anymore, because my habits are hard to break. I worry about being around you, and it’s only partially because you make me nervous.”

She smiles, amused. “I’m very much not intimidating, unless of course you’re coming at me to take me down. I think it would be a close thing now. You may not even win, and find yourself pinned,” Lennon gasps in mock shock.

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