Her laughter makes me cringe. “Oh, Yoreli.” She tuts. “Haven’t I told you that I decide what happens, not you? You begging just makes me want to punish you.”
I hear her moving around but don’t open my eyes. I’m scared of what I’ll see, what she has planned.
Buzzing sounds; shit, she has that thing back. My traitorous body reacts in ways I don’t want it too. My nipples pebble and heat pools in my stomach. I press my thighs together, not wanting Talia to know how much she’s affecting me.
“Oh, Yoreli, this isn’t for you.” She laughs as she climbs onto the bed. “This is for me. I know how much you enjoy watching me.” She climbs onto the bed, her laughter gone as she begins to moan, the vibrations muffled as she begins to fuck herself with the vibrator.
The ragged breathing along with the erratic movements tell me that she’s getting close. Her hand grips my neck and it’s only a matter of time before it’s lights out for me.
“Give it to me, Yoreli,” she begs as her hands tightens around my neck, taking my breath with it. Her moans get louder and she cries out as she comes.
Once she's past the aftershocks, she moves down the bed. Her mouth goes to my pussy. Her teeth begin nipping at my clit. It doesn’t take long before I come. Moving back up the bed, she kisses me hard, tasting myself off of her lips and tongue, while her hand goes to my throat constricting the windpipe. Darkness comes through lack of oxygen.
“Baby girl, wake up.” John’s voice pulls me from the nightmare. His arms tight around me as he rocks me. “You’re safe.”
I know I am. John is my safe haven. “I’m okay,” I whisper, as I grip hold of his shoulders and breathe deeply, letting the last memories of my nightmare slip away.
“I’m so damn sorry. I wish I could take away the nightmares.” He sounds hoarse, as though he’s close to crying.
“I’m okay, I promise.” The nightmares only hold me down for as long as I’m having them and then John’s here pulling me back from the darkness.
“Tell me what’s going through your mind,” he murmurs and I tense up. “Baby girl?”
I take a deep breath and tell him what I’ve been holding back from him.
Fourteen
John
"I think I'm broken,” she tells me as she pulls away from me.
I don’t usually let her put distance between us, as I need her to know that I’m here for her to lean on, but this time I let her go. She obviously needs some space, but I’m shocked when she intertwines her hand with mine. Things between us have been going well; she initiates things a lot, she’s slowly coming into her own. She’s more comfortable in her own skin. The nightmares are lessening, just a couple a week instead of every night. She’s also able to claw herself back from the nightmares quicker with each one.
“Why do you think that?” I don’t think she’s broken, nowhere even close.
She glances at our entwined hands; I see the fear flash in her eyes.
"Reli, listen to me," I demand as I release her hands. My fingers tilt her chin so that she’s looking at me. "I will never harm you, Reli. I'm not an asshole; well, not to you anyway. I want you to be honest with me. Tell me what’s going on."
She bites her lip. “I’m scared that you’ll think differently of me.”
“That isn’t going to happen,”
I tell her fiercely; there’s nothing she can say that I’d ever see her any other way than perfect. I kiss her lips and smile at her. She has wide eyes but melts into my kiss. “Tell me, baby girl; what’s going on?”
She nods. "I only come when she hurts me. I don't think I'll ever be normal." Her cheeks flame as she shrugs, acting as though she’s not bothered by the statement she’s just made.
I tilt my head to the side and glance at her; she’s being serious. What the fuck? I look to the ceiling and beg for fucking mercy. I fight my dick’s response to her talking about orgasms. "You're killing me,” I murmur. "Reli, have you had sex before?"
Please say no. I don’t know why I’m wishing that. I’ve never been interested in virgins before.
She frowns in confusion so I elaborate. "I mean other than with that fucking bitch?"
"No."
Relief washes through me. Thank fuck. "So how about we cross that bridge when we get to it?" I watch as her eyes flare with hope.
"Do you do this with every woman you meet?" she questions and then glances away from me. She’s jealous.