“Yes.”
She nodded, but didn’t gloat or give him pity. She was a no-nonsense girl, and she knew him well enough to keep condescending sentiments like pity to herself.
“If you ever want to talk about it more, I’ll listen.”
He had no intentions of spilling his guts to her regularly. She didn’t need more gory details. She already knew more than anyone else ever had – at least, anyone who hadn’t been there. When he didn’t answer, she reached for him, letting her hand hover over his chest before she laid it there. His skin crawled, and he ground his teeth together against the unpleasant sensation.
“Shh... It’s okay. Come on.” She held out her hand, he took it then let her lead him up to her room. “Sit in the chair. I’ll start with your shoulders and you can leave your shirt on, okay?”
“Exposure therapy?”
“Exactly.”
He sank into the chair, anxiety making his chest tight. This felt like being led to the gallows. Minnow regarded him and pursed her lips.
“You need a distraction.” She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and peeled it off over her head. Her bra came off next, putting him more or less eye level with her pert breasts and their rosy, upturned nipples with the sexy piercings he’d helped put in. Blood surged to his cock, and his mind blanked.
“Better?” Her voice broke through his distraction.
He grabbed her ass under her short skirt and pulled her to stand between his knees, biting the fullness of the underside of her breast and watching her nipples pucker as her breath caught.
“Don’t be rough,” she reminded him. Her nipples were still incredibly sensitive, and Rodrigo had warned it could be a year before they were fully healed.
He snapped his teeth at her right nipple and she pouted and thrust her breasts closer to him, daring him to do it.
“If you stay around long enough for those to be healed, you are so fucking doomed.”
She sighed in frustration. “You broke your toy the first day. Bad boy.”
He smacked her ass and she chuckled. Cheeky little thing. She liked teasing him. Maybe she chummed around with Rodrigo, but around Severin she was like a bitch in heat. He fucking loved it.
“I’m going to massage your shoulders, okay? Can I sit on your lap?”
“Yes.”
She put one knee by his hip then threw the other one over his lap, straddling him. A small squirm forward and her pussy pressed against him. He could feel her heat immediately, even through his jeans. Was she wearing panties?
“Why is your pussy so warm?”
She ground it against his shaft.
“I just spent an hour sucking your finger and fantasizing about sucking your cock. I’m a little turned on.”
Her hands came up to his shoulders, and he flinched. She was in an awkward position to massage him, but having her to look at helped. She kneaded his muscles. Did she understand she was making him more tense, rather than less?
He kissed her, and her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck. Instinctively, he pushed her hands away and brought his shoulders up.
“Too soon for the neck. Gotcha.” She flicked his lips with her tongue, and he struggled with the urge to unzip and jam his dick into her. “Ah, ah. I can see what you’re thinking, Master, and that’s not the point of this exercise.”
“Did I agree to doing an exercise?” he asked, clutching her hips and rocking against her.
She whimpered. “Um...I think so? I can’t remember right now.”
“Fine.” He let her go, and enjoyed her groan of disappointment. “I haven’t fucked you in days, but apparently you have other priorities.”
She worried at her lip, as though weighing her options, but eventually grimaced. “This is important to me too. I like affection, and I want to be able to touch you sometimes without it needing to be related to sex.”
“Get on with it,” he grumbled. Maybe he should start getting Rodrigo to cuddle with her more when he was over, but the idea that he couldn’t meet her needs himself rankled.