I can only blink back the tears, as he continues to let it all out. “You deserve more than I can give you. I can’t trust anyone with anything. Do you think I want to remember feeling so powerless, as Misty forced me to do something I never wanted? I don’t want to feel helpless and hopeless like that ever again.”
When he stops to suck in a deep breath, I quietly say, “She still has power over you, because you can’t admit what she did.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, his jaw clenches, as his nose flares. He’s angry, and that’s good. He needs to get mad, so he can let it out. “Say it,” I dare him, hoping he doesn’t end up walking out the door.
“Fine. She fucking raped me,” he yells. I don’t dare move, as the words begin to flow, and I know he needs this more than he realized. I know him better than anyone else, because I’ve seen him behind the mask. “She raped me, and made me feel weak, vulnerable, useless, and then she violated me in ways no one should ever have to experience.”
The last part is spoken in a softer tone, as if he’s just now realizing this for himself. He frowns, and then looks down, and I wish I knew what was going through his mind. Taking a risk, I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. At first, he doesn’t return the gesture, but I hold him tighter, letting him know I’m here.
But then, his arms wrap around me, as his head falls to my neck.
Running my hand through his hair, I whisper, “I’m here, Sebastian. I’ll be here for you no matter what, and we’ll get through this.”
He doesn’t say anything back, but that’s okay. Sometimes, words aren’t needed, and this is one of those times.
So, I hold him, offering all the love and comfort he could ever want or need.
A few days later, I find myself riding in an elevator, anxiously waiting for it to stop where I want it to. Since Sebastian’s admission, I’ve tried my best to be there for him with whatever he needs. Mostly, I’m just glad he came to me, and then trusted me enough to carry his secret. We’ve also talked more in these past few days than we ever have before. Our relationship, although I’m still not sure what we are, has grown into something more than me loving him and him just being my Dom.
Hopefully tonight, he and I can figure out where to go from here. Even though our time apart hurt more than I thought it would, I know I can’t just let him go. He’s attached to my soul, so when he’s not around, part of me is gone, too.
As the elevator stops and the doors slide open, I walk quickly down the hall, stopping in front of Sebastian’s apartment door. Before I can knock, it whips open, and I grin widely, seeing him smirking back. I don’t get a chance to say a word, since he grabs me by my hand, pulling me inside.
He shuts the door, and suddenly, I’m pressed against it. With my racing heart, pounding hard in my chest, I lick my lips, welcoming the return of all the amazing sensations he brings out of me. Looking into his eyes, he brushes my hair out of my face, and then cups my cheek, before leaning down to take my mouth.
I savor his taste, as his tongue dips inside my mouth. Running my hands up his chest, he moves the hand from my face to my neck, tilting my head the way he likes, while the other is making its way under my shirt. I arch into his hand, as he reaches my breast. Pulling away to suck in a breath, he takes the opportunity to kiss down my neck. My body is on fire, as he kisses and caresses my breasts, and I’m already thinking about begging for more.
However, I didn’t come over here just to fuck, even if I really want to. “Sebastian,” I start in a breathy tone. He doesn’t bother to stop, as I state, “We should be talking.”
Biting my bottom lip, as he pinches my nipple, my pussy clenches, wanting him to touch me all over. “We will,” he whispers in my ear. “But first, I want to feel your pussy, clenching hard around my cock, as you call out my name.”
Lust and need are suddenly all I can think about, as I say, “Yes, please, sir.”
As he leans back, he smirks, knowing I can’t deny him anything. He takes my hand, and then leads me back to his bedroom, where he makes good on what he said.
We can always talk later.
Laying in Sebastian’s bed, I turn on my side, admiring the man beside me. Using my hand, I prop up my head, as I run my fingertips up and down his chest. It’s still strange that he’s letting me touch him so freely. After our talk and him admitting he loves me, he’s already changed. He’s still dominant, and I love when he commands me in the bedroom, but now, he’s letting me show affection, and in return, he does the same.
Smiling, I glance up, and my face instantly flushes, as I realize he’s been watching me this entire time. “What?” I ask, when he continues to just stare at me.
He smirks, and then claims, “It’s surreal that you’re here in my bed.” Before I can say anything back, he turns on his side, facing me. “I didn’t like being without you, Trixie.”
My heart jumps at hearing those words. It’s still strange to hear him talk about this so freely, especially since he refused to do so before. “I didn’t like it either. Losing you, hurt a lot more than I realized it would,” I glance away from
