His hand twitched, like he wanted to pull it away from me. He didn’t though.
“So this is why you were jabbing your fingers into your thigh that night. For the pain?” I didn’t know he’d even noticed that, but then it was his job to see things, wasn’t it?
I nodded slowly, and he looked down at our hands, watching as I dragged his fingers over the area again.
“So now you’re using my fingers to bring you pain? That’s the last thing I want.”
His voice was soft, but when his eyes met mine again, they were troubled.
“I love you, Julie, but I don’t know if I can willingly bring you pain. Even if it’s what you really need.”
I released his hand, but it stayed on my thigh.
“I’m not exactly asking you to punch me in the face, Adam. I’m showing you that a little pain helps to ease the burden of my mind. What if there are ways to do that, that we can both enjoy?”
His brow furrowed. “You’re talking spanking and stuff? I mean… I know people who do all that kinky shit, but I’ve never tried it.”
I smiled suddenly. “Neither have I. But if it helps, and stops me scarring myself, maybe we can try.”
He slid his good hand up into my hair, grasping the roots gently, so he could turn my face to his.
Watching me closely, he suddenly tightened his fist, and I felt the sharp pinching sensation of my hair being pulled, randomly, across the back of my head. I let out a soft moan, and he smiled suddenly.
“Is that good for you, sweet girl? Is that what you want?” I tried to nod, but he had my head trapped, the grip on my hair tight, and continuously pinching my scalp.
He leaned close, swiping his tongue across my lips, before he dragged me into a kiss, his tongue delving deeply as he pretty much attacked my mouth. He kept that tight grip, and then he randomly loosened it, and then tightened it again, and I felt like there were sparks going off inside me. My fingers were clawing at his chest, and he pulled back suddenly, smiling at me.
“Sadly pain isn’t an aphrodisiac for me, so I can’t fuck you like I want to right now, because of Seb fucking Bennett, and the Bennett murder room. But what I do want you to do, is sit on the edge of the bed, with your legs spread for me, so I can feast on that pussy of yours.”
I adjusted my legs, as he dropped down and knelt between them, pressing them wider, as he lowered his mouth, sliding his tongue over my clit. Before I could even finish the gasp that wrenched out of me, he was pressing his fingers inside me, while he continued to make teasing flicks with his tongue.
“More, please.” I hissed, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“Patience, lit… uh… sweet girl.”
I pulled on his hair, making him wince, and he lifted his head, still sliding his fingers in and out.
“What?”
“You’re afraid to call me little angel now?”
He groaned. “You’re too fucking shrewd for me. Yeah, I nearly died for calling you that, so it’s going to take me some time to feel safe saying it again.”
You’re evil, and you’re causing him harm. You need to stay away from him.
“I’m sorry. This is my fault.”
He frowned up at me, his fingers stilling inside me. “Is it back?”
“Now who’s being too shrewd?”
He’s too good for you, slut.
“Hey… look at me.” I sighed. I couldn’t look at him. The voice was right.
Sudden sharp pain flashed through me, making me look at Adam. He lifted his fingers away from the plaster on my leg, his face sad.
“Sorry. I don’t want to do it.”