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“That gonna make my kitten less mad?”
I nod.
His jaw tenses, but not with pleasure. His gaze goes hawklike on me. “You trying to lead me around by my dick?”
He makes that sound like a bad thing. Is it? I don’t know. I’ve never been like this before.
All I say in response is, “It’s not yours anymore. You gave it to me.”
His gaze bores through me, angry, horny. I’m worried I’m messing this up.
I sense that I need to show him some vulnerability to smooth things over. While I explore his tip and spread the bead of moisture that appears there over the head of his penis, I open up to him. “For the last two years, I was treated like an object—a toy. I’m not trying to manipulate you, Jud, if that’s what you mean. I want to make you happy. I want to makeallof you happy. I just want to be respected while I do it.”
Maybe it should be enough to be sheltered and provided for. Maybe I should have no qualms about repaying that kindness by opening my legs to seven men. But I can’t justdothat, not without having some kind of connection with them first. I’m not wired to have sex with multiple partners as though it’s a simple transaction. Like I’m signing a check to pay the rent.
My body’s not for sale or trade. I don’t even know if I can let a man inside me anytime soon. I don’t even know if my insides are working right. I haven’t had a period since Leon kidnapped me. I need time to heal, in mind and body. I need time to get acquainted with male bodies in a way that doesn’t frighten or intimidate me.
I’m not frightened right now. Or intimidated. Jud is practically shaking as I work him with my hands. I have power over him. He’s worried it’s a bad kind of power, but it’s not. I’m not feeling mean-spirited toward him. I’m not doing this grudgingly in order to get my way.
Ilikedoing this. I love that he gave me his penis. He honored me by doing that. He respected me. I’m not about to abuse the gift.
Unable to resist any longer, I lower myself to my knees and begin slurping on him like he’s a lemon popsicle and I’ve been riding my bike in the summer heat all day.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans as he thrusts into me. I can tell he’s trying to be gentle, but I still feel like my face is the rider and his crotch is one of those mechanical bulls at a bar. I hold on for the ride and suck for all I’m worth.
He grows harder, if that’s even possible, and I choke a little as he hits the back of my throat. Spit runs down my chin, but I don’t care. I love making Jud lose control. I love the hushed, desperate sounds he’s making. I love it so much I forget what we were even talking about. I’m not ready for it to end when his fist tightens in my hair and his salty cream fills my mouth.
Dazed and oddly sated, I sit back on my heels. It seems weird to ask for respect by giving a blowjob, but it also feels somehow right.
“I could get used to the way you ask me for things,” Jud says, and he’s honest-to-goodness smiling. “You gonna put away what’s yours, or do I have to clean up after my messy kitten?”
“I’ve always been good at cleaning up after myself.” I’m a sloppy mess with what I couldn’t swallow covering my chin. Using my thumb, I swipe myself clean and lick up what Jud gave me. Then I tuck him away and carefully zip him up.
I’m also a sloppy mess inside my jean shorts. I don’t mind. I kind of like the way it feels, slick and womanly. Getting wet is a sign that things are working right, that Leon didn’t destroy me, at least not completely.
I give Jud a shy smile and begin to head inside, but he drags me to him until my back is pressed against his front. His hand plunges into my shorts, and his callused fingers make a beeline to the little button he played with last night. My clit.
“Don’t go inside.” I breathe the reminder as he spreads my wetness over my clit and strokes it with quick movements that have my thighs shaking within seconds.
“I know, baby.” For all his grumpiness and bossiness, I know he’ll respect my rule. Deep down, Jud is a good man. It’s why I’m able to let go with him and let what he’s doing overwhelm me.
My face and chest grow hot. Pleasure burns in my core.
Jud’s fingers know just what to do, and they do it while obeying my rule. When the pleasure peaks I have to work hard not to cry out. A squeaking gasp escapes my lips, and Jud steals it by angling my face to him and giving me a long, wet kiss.
“You feel respected with my hand in your shorts, kitten?” It’s almost mean the way he hisses those words into my ear. But I think he really wants to know. I think he’s trying to figure out what we’re doing here, if I’m being honest about not trying to manipulate him in a mean way.
Putting my hand over my shorts, I press his hand to me. “I feel respected when you listen to what I have to say. If we listen best to each other when we’re like this, then yes.”
“You saying we should have all our conversations this way?”
I realize I never hear Jud ask questions, not unless we’re being intimate with each other. I like when he asks me questions. It shows that he cares what I think. He wants to know me.
“I’d be okay with that.” More than okay, actually.
“I won’t be led around by my dick,” he says, but there’s no heat in it. He’s holding me tight, hand cupping me between my legs. Respecting my rule. I’ve never felt more connected to someone. It scares me and thrills me.
“I won’t be treated like a sport.” I tilt my head up and kiss his neck, following the peck with a nip that makes him hum. Before, his beard ran wild in smatters of coarse hair all the way to his shirt collar. Now, the skin of his neck is bare. Kissable. I like it, so I kiss him there again, and again.
