Set Free: Kylie's Story (Rayshod)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Reagan?” she queried as he reached down and grabbed her nightgown from the floor. He handed it to her. She took it but didn’t put it on.

  “Reagan, I’m sorry.”

  “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Reaching over, he brushed a piece of hair off her face. “I’d hoped you would trust me enough by now. I’d hoped that I would have shown you that I would never hurt you. But I obviously pushed you too quickly. Now, put on your gown and I’ll tuck you back into bed.”

  She sat there, an empty feeling in her stomach as she realized that she couldn’t hide this from him forever. Either she came completely clean or this would fester and ruin everything. But how to tell him?

  “Kitten, it’s okay,” he told her. “You’re not ready yet. We’ll just go a bit slower, work up to it—”

  “No,” she interrupted him. She placed her nightgown to one side. “No, I-I need to tell you something.” She licked her lips. “I wasn’t completely honest about everything.”

  He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

  “I didn’t tell you the main reason why I’m so scared about having you touch me there.” She took a deep breath, pulling her knees in closer. But she should have known Reagan wouldn’t allow her that barrier for long. He sat next to her on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Then he pulled her onto his lap.

  “Tell me. Once you open up fully to me we can finally get rid of him.”

  “What if he never leaves? What if I can’t ever get rid of him? What if I’m never worthy of you?”

  “You have always been worthy of me. Get that thought out of your head right now. You deserve happiness, you deserve good things in your life. Tell me.”

  “Okay.” She took a steadying breath. She couldn’t look at him. Didn’t want to see the look of disgust in his eyes. “I don’t want you touching me there because when he touched me there, when he hurt me there, I-I got turned on. I actually liked it.” She hugged herself. “How could I like it? What kind of sick person likes being abused?”

  Reagan pushed her head against his chest and rocked back and forth.

  “Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Kylie.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s sick. How could I get turned on by that when I couldn’t even orgasm when having sex with my boyfriend? How did he manage to make me come when I hated his touch? When I hated him? What is wrong with me?”

  “Ahh, baby. There is nothing wrong with you. A lot of people get aroused from having their bottom hole played with.”

  Leaning back, she gaped at him. “I didn’t want him touching me, though.”

  “Hey, listen to me, just because you got turned on doesn’t mean that you’re abnormal or wrong. Your body simply reacted to stimulation. Everything he did was without your permission. He forced this on you and whether you had an orgasm or not, nothing that happened was your fault. Please don’t tell me that you feel like you asked for this because you got turned on?”

  “Once he found out that-that I was aroused by what he was doing, it got worse.”

  She paused, taking a deep breath.

  “He loved everything he did to me, but mostly he loved the fact that I found pleasure in it.”

  “Listen to me.” He clasped her face between his palms. His held her gaze, his face intent. “Is what he did to you the same as when I bring you pleasure?”

  Her gaze widened. “What? No, it’s nothing like that. You-you, you care about me, you watch out for me, you bring me pleasure without taking any for yourself. When you touch me I feel safe and looked after.”

  “Good.” Relief crossed his face. “That’s how I want you to feel. That is the difference between wanting another’s touch and being taken advantage of. What he did may have produced an unwanted reaction in you, but it was unwanted and it has nothing to do with you. If someone tied me up and started playing with my cock, no doubt I would grow hard and come, but would that be my fault?”

  She knew he spoke sense, but she still found it so hard to reconcile his words with what had happened to her.

  “So you don’t want me touching you there because you felt pleasure from his touch? Do you think that would disgust me?”

  “I was scared it would,” she whispered, unable to look at him.

  “Ahh, baby, not all, you have nothing to be ashamed of and you have nothing to fear. I know it’s scary, opening up and trusting me this way, but I would never blame you or be disgusted by anything you tell me.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Look at me.”

  She raised her head, looking into his intent face. There was kindness in his eyes, but also a firm resolve. “You know the best way for me to convince you is to show you, don’t you?”

  She glanced away. “Don’t you think it’s weird that I’m turned on by that?”

  “Weird? No baby, I think it’s sexy.”

  She turned her head, her eyes widening as she gaped at him. “Seriously?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  The heat in his eyes sizzled her insides and had her clit throbbing.

  “Will you try?” he asked. “For me?”

  Be brave.

  “Yes.”

  Leaning in, he took her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Kylie was left reeling as he gently placed her on the bed, her stomach resting on the pillow, her legs spread wide.

  Instead of immediately heading to her bottom as she’d expected, Reagan poured some oil onto her legs and started massaging her once more. Each swipe up her inner thighs had her squirming, her pussy throbbing, needing him. Finally, he parted her labia, massaging some oil into her folds, not that they needed any extra moisture.

  One finger rubbed over her clit. Back and forth. Round and round.

  Kylie pumped her hips up and down. Oh, she needed him. Her passage clenched, desperately wanting to be filled.

  His other hand cupped her bottom. She tensed, but when he made no sudden moves, she found herself pulled away on a sea of pleasure. She was so immersed in bliss that she barely noticed the slippery finger that slipped between her bottom cheeks. He teased her asshole, running the tip of his finger back and forth over it.

  “That’s it, baby. Just relax and let me play. I promise I am going to bring you so much pleasure.”

  He already was. She was so close she could taste it. Then he pushed his finger against her asshole.

  Kylie tensed, her breath coming in harsh pants.

  “Hush, now. Just relax. I want you to push out as I press my finger inside you.”

  Relax? Was he mad?

  “Kylie,” he growled. “Who is in charge here?”

  Oh God, seriously? “You are.” Your Highness.

  She grinned at the thought, and then realized that she wouldn’t be grinning or thinking sarcastic replies if she was truly scared. She felt more at ease with Reagan than she had with anyone in her life. Sure, she was nervous, who wouldn’t be? But she had to try.

  Taking a deep breath, she replied, “You are.” She concentrated on relaxing.

  “Good girl. Push out now.” His finger popped inside her.

  He swirled his finger around her clit, driving his other finger in and out of her bottom. Oh Lord, oh Lord. Nothing she had ever felt had come close to this. Nothing.

  “Who is playing with your clit, Kylie?”

  “You are.”

  “Say my name.”

  “Reagan.”

  “And whose finger is your ass?”

  “Reagan’s,” she moaned.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m on fire. I want to come. I need to, please,” she begged.

  “Are you in pain?”

  “Yes,” she cried.

  He froze. “Where? In your bottom?”

  “No, I need to come so badly that it’s painful. Please, Reagan. Please. Please.”

  “Then come, baby girl.” He tapped her clit as he pushed his finger further into her bottom. Slowly he pushed it in and out, the oil easing his way. The overload of sensation slammed
into her and she flew over the edge into total bliss.

  Reagan washed his hands in the basin, and then grabbing a clean cloth and a bowl of water, he walked back to Kylie. She had rolled onto her back and was hugging the pillow against her stomach. No way was he letting her hide. She’d made such progress, so much more than he’d dreamed, and he wasn’t going to allow anything to wreck that.

  He sat on the bed, wincing slightly as his pants dug into his painful erection. No way could he sleep like this. Reaching over, he tugged the pillow free, throwing it away.

  “Sit up, baby, I’ll wipe this oil off you.” He dipped the cloth in the water then ran it over her back, down her arms then over her stomach and breasts. “Lie down and part your legs.” He rinsed the cloth again before starting on her legs. Dipping it again, he moved to her pussy. He still dreamed of shaving her completely bare, of having nothing covering her. He wiped her lips, parting them to run the cloth over them.

  Kylie shuddered, her eyes closing and he smiled at her reaction, even as his cock throbbed incessantly.

  “Legs up to your chest.”

  Her eyes flew open at that order and she slammed her legs together in reaction. “What?”

  He narrowed his gaze, giving her a stern look. “Bend your knees and bring them up to your chest.”

  “Why?” She glanced at him suspiciously.

  Reagan merely raised both of his brows.

  With a sigh, she raised her legs, slipping her hands behind her knees to hold them in place.

  “Good girl,” he praised as he wiped her bottom, even going so far as to push the cloth slightly inside her bottom hole. He ignored the hitch in her breath. Finally he threw the dirty cloth away.

  “Did I say you could move?” he asked as she went to lower her legs.

  Kylie’s gaze widened but she raised her legs once more. Reagan settled himself on his stomach between her legs.

  “Now, we’re going to have a talk, baby girl. If you’re a good girl, you get rewarded. If you’re not that I’m going to lay you out of the table naked and eat my breakfast while staring at this work of art.”

  He patted her mound. She squirmed and he nearly chuckled. He parted her lips, adoring her scent, her taste. Leaning in, he took a long, slow lick. A mix of peaches and honey. Delicious.

  “Tell me, how did you feel when I put my finger in your bottom?”

  He felt her muscles tense. He waited for a long moment. “Kylie,” he warned, giving her a last chance.

  Glancing up, he saw her shake her head.

  “That’s ten minutes on the table tomorrow, the longer you procrastinate, the longer I get myself a pretty centrepiece.”

  She groaned. “Why do we always have to talk? Can’t I be allowed to keep some things to myself?”

  “No, particularly not when it’s this important. It would be nice if one day I didn’t have to pry every thought from your head, but at the moment that’s not possible. Now, how did you feel? Did it turn you on? Did you have any flashbacks? Did it remind you of him or would you like me to do it again?”

  “God, when is it going to be my turn to hear your innermost secrets?”

  “That’s twenty minutes,” he told her. “Tell me how you felt and not only will you get a nice reward, but I’ll share something private with you.”

  Her gaze met his over her flat stomach. He’d been trying to put a bit more weight on her, but hadn’t really succeeded. Still, he had no doubt that a few more months of tender care and she would thrive.

  Kylie sighed and dropped her head back. “For a start I was nervous and a bit scared. Tense. But you kept talking to me, reassuring me and it drowned him out of my head. Then when you played with my clit at the same time, well, it just sent me over the edge. Like I told you, I like being played with there. But having you do it, well, it was so different from having him touch me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.”

  “I’m glad, kitten. Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m so proud of you.” He ran his hand up and down her thigh.

  “Do I get my reward now?” she asked, sounding slightly breathless.

  “Hmm, impatient, are we?”

  He dived into her pussy, slipping a finger deep inside her passage as he licked her clit. Long, slow swipes of his tongue, accompanied by the quick thrusting of his finger.

  He moved his thumb to her clit. Firming his tongue, he drove it inside her passage.

  She was so delicious it made his head swim. Moistening a finger on his free hand with her juices, he moved it down to her asshole, pressing it against the tight hole. Immediately, she froze, then she flew over the edge, her passage clenching around his tongue.

  Taking a final drink of her, he sat up. Moving from the bed, he washed his hands before returning to where she was lying on her side, watching him.

  Reagan lay beside her on his back, pulling her into his side. She cuddled in close, resting her head on his chest. He ran his hand down her back, placing a kiss against her head.

  They lay like that for a long moment as Reagan tried to get his arousal under control, it would be so easy just to roll her over, part her legs and enter her.

  She’d made so much progress in the last week and a half, but he didn’t want to take this last step until she was truly his. For good. He had no intention of ever letting her go, and when the time was right he intended to ask her to be his wife.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” she said suddenly.

  “What?” he asked confused, realizing that she’d been asking him something. “I’m sorry, baby, what did you say?”

  “I asked you whether you were still going to share something about yourself with me, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she told him in a sad voice.

  Oh, right. “Sorry kitten, I was just enjoying the moment. I was going to tell you that you’re not the only one who enjoys having their bottom played with.”

  She sat up, staring down at him. “You too?”

  “Oh yeah, it makes me come in seconds, does that disgust you?”

  Looking dumbfounded, she shook her head. Leaning in, she placed her hand on his upper thigh. Reagan took in a sharp breath as heat engulfed him, his balls aching for release. He needed to get away and take care of this soon, before he did himself some permanent damage.

  “Could you teach me how?”

  “What?”

  “Could you teach me how to do that? I don’t have much experience, will you show me how to bring you pleasure?” Reaching up, she tentatively cupped his groin. Reagan jumped, rolling from the bed. He couldn’t take much stimulus or he would be coming in his pants like a young boy.

  Standing by the bed, he held out his hand to stop her as she tried to follow him.

  “Reagan?” Hurt filled her gaze.

  Reagan cursed himself. “Sorry, kitten, but I’m a bit wound up at the moment and it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge.”

  The hurt lessened. “But I want to send you over the edge. You’ve brought me pleasure so many times, can’t I do the same for you? Or don’t you want me to?”

  “I do, believe me. But not yet. When we do I want it to be very special. Right now I’d come in two seconds.”

  “Oh,” she said doubtfully, frowning slightly.

  “Here, let me help you into bed. I’ll tuck you in.” As quickly as he could, he got her into bed and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be back soon. Sweet dreams.”

  Turning, he had to hold himself back from running out the door. He needed to come. Badly. As he walked past the dresser, he grabbed a clean cloth.

  Reagan moved along the hallway into a spare bedroom. Placing the cloth on the bed, he hastily undid his trousers. Then taking his cock in his hand, he ran his hand up and down, pumping steadily. Closing his eyes, he could see her, with her legs spread, her face thrown back as she succumbed to her orgasm.

  His balls tightened, rising, heat spread from the small of his back throughout his body. Grabbing the cloth, he held it a
gainst the end of his dick as he came in long, deep bursts.

  There was a gasp from the doorway and he turned to see Kylie standing there, a sheet wrapped around her. She gaped at him.

  “Kylie,” he called out, hastily dropping the cloth and grabbing at his pants as she took a step back.

  “You’d rather use your hand than take up my offer? Why? Would it be so bad to let me touch you like that?” she asked, her voice filled with such pain that it hurt him.

  “Kylie, no, you don’t understand.”

  She took off.

  “Kylie, come back here,” he demanded with a roar. He tripped on his pants before finally managing to grab them. Pulling them up his legs, he hastily did them up then ran after her. As he entered her room, he immediately saw it was empty. Racing along the hallway, he called out her name.

  There was the noise of a door slamming which had him running for the stairs. If she had left the house, she was in so much trouble. Moving toward the kitchen, he opened the back door to see her racing through the garden, the white sheet she had wrapped around her glowing in the moonlight.

  Her butt was going to be raw by the time he got through with her! Luckily, she wasn’t going that fast, hampered by that large sheet and the fact that she had no shoes on.

  Reagan took off after her.

  “Kylie, stop!”

  She looked over her shoulder at him and then took off quicker. Oh, she was in so much trouble.

  He easily gained ground on her, his longer legs eating up the distance. Grabbing her, he twisted her up into the air and over his shoulder. Somewhere along the way, she lost hold of the sheet and it ended up on the ground. He decided not to bother trying to get it, worried that he’d lose hold of her as she squirmed and fought.

  “Lie still, little girl, you are in such trouble.” He landed a heavy slap on her ass.

  She squealed in outrage. “Let me go, asshole.”

  “None of that language, either,” he told her, landing another two slaps on her bottom. “You’re in enough trouble as it is. What the hell did you think you were doing running off like that? You ignored me then you took off outside. I know you were upset, but what did I say about leaving the house without telling me? If you had stayed I would have explained things.”