“I’m not going to hurt you,” he told me. “You’re safe with me.”
“Kiss me.”
His mouth pressed to mine, sealing away our words and making my body thrum. I was so distracted by his mouth on mine, it didn’t immediately register when he slid inside me a little way. My body caught up with my brain. I gripped the covers below us, whimpering into his mouth. I was so wet, he didn’t meet with much resistance, but the intrusion made my body lock up. The memories of what happened before hit me all at once and I turned my face from his.
“Stop,” I whispered.
He didn’t move inside me, but he cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over it.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”
The images assaulted me. The brutal way they’d fucked me without any real lubrication making it easier for me.
“James,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. “I can’t… I can’t stop it. Please. Help me. Give me better memories. Please.”
His thumb on my cheek was soothing in so many ways. He turned my face back towards his and pressed his forehead to mine.
“I will, sweetheart, if you let me.”
My heart squeezed painfully at his term of endearment.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
I did as he said, staring up into those beautiful ocean baby blues I was growing to adore.
“Remember how you told me you feel safe with me?”
“Yes.”
“Concentrate on that feeling, okay?”
“Okay.”
He began to move, pressing deeper. I focused on him rather than the images in my head. On the way he was looking at me and how his body felt against mine. My breathing was heavy and my heart rate elevated, but my vision narrowed to just him. This beautiful, stunning, kind, caring and complex man above me.
I wrapped my hands around his back, needing to feel him under my fingertips.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling out a little and starting to set a steady rhythm. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Slowly, but surely, my memories faded. All I saw was James. All I felt was James. His warm, solid body thrusting into mine, pressing deeper each time. The realisation I was enjoying it hit me all at once. I liked the way his cock felt inside me. Each stroke stoked the flames threatening to burst out.
“More, please,” I whispered. “You feel so good.”
He smiled and kissed me deeply, his tongue melding with mine as he thrust harder until he buried himself up to the hilt. I moaned into his mouth, feeling fuller than ever. It was a heavenly kind of full. He fit inside me so perfectly.
“Ellie,” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Don’t stop, please.”
“No fucking way. I want you to come all over my cock.”
Hearing him say that sent me spiralling. I was desperate for it. For him. For my first orgasm. If he could give that to me, make me forget everything else, then he’d have managed something I’d never been able to achieve myself.
His thrusts intensified. I wrapped my leg around his waist, needing him closer. I couldn’t stand it. The tension inside me increased. My body was taut, primed and ready. My core throbbed uncontrollably, edging closer to something explosive.
“James, please.”
I wasn’t sure what I was even begging for, but I needed something. He seemed to understand because his hand slipped between us and his fingers brushed against my clit. I cried out, my nails digging into his skin at the sensations coursing through me from his touch.
“Come, sweetheart.”
His voice was breathy, but still commanding. I had to obey. The need to please him rose up inside me, forcing me closer to the edge.
“Harder, please.”
His fingers on my clit increased in pressure as did his cock thrusting inside me. It was the added intensity which made me snap.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out.
My eyes rolled back in my head as the intense bliss rushed through my body. My pussy clenched making him grunt and curse. Nothing prepared me for this. The rush of pleasure pulsing across my skin. The sparks behind my vision. The thrill of knowing he gave me this. James made it possible for me to feel this way.
“Shit,” he growled. “Shit, Ellie, fuck.”
I felt a rush of warmth deep inside me as his cock spurted and pulsed between my legs. He kept thrusting until he buried himself up to the hilt and almost collapsed on top of me. Only his hand planted by my head kept him from squishing me.
He kissed me gently for a moment before raising his head and staring down at me.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak. I reached up and ran my hand along the stubble across his jaw.
“This isn’t what I meant to do when I came over. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” I whispered. “I’m glad we did.”
“You are?”
Having sex with him was the single most intense and wonderful experience of my life. Despite my initial issues weighing me down, he’d chased them away and given me something special. A beautiful memory to hold onto. Just me and him. Nothing else standing in our way.
“Mmm, that was amazing.”
His eyes softened and the result was beautiful. His face relaxed into a smile. James really was a sight to behold.
“It was pretty amazing for me too.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re special, Ellie. I hope you realise that.”
He kissed me again before he pulled away and sat up. His eyes raked across my body but I wasn’t embarrassed. He’d been inside me, kissed the scar across my chest. What he hadn’t seen were the ones I hated the most which littered my back. He would though. I couldn’t stop that.
I slipped off the bed and walked over to the bathroom to clean up. When I came out, he was sitting up against my headboard in his boxers with the TV remote in his hand flicking through Netflix.
“Come here,” he said, putting his hand out to me.
I snagged his t-shirt off the floor and pulled it on which earnt me a smile before I tugged on my underwear. Crawling onto the bed, I curled up against his side, my head resting on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me.
He dropped a kiss on the top of my head before pressing play.
“We’ll talk later, okay?”
I nodded, content to just be here with him after the intensity of our little workout. But James and I didn’t end up talking at all. Halfway through the film, he ordered Chinese and then when he’d kissed me, it led to touching and soon we were lost in each other all over again. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Thank you for showing me how it should be between two people. Thank you for being the first man I’ve ever wanted to be close to. Thank you for being you, James.
Chapter Fifteen
James
Her sweet scent of green apples filled my senses when I woke up. I assumed it was the shampoo she used because her hair was tickling my nose. Opening my eyes, I found Ellie’s back pressed up against my chest. She hadn’t put anything on when we’d fallen asleep. I shifted, kissing her shoulder and feeling the ridges of her scarring underneath my lips.
She hadn’t let me look at her back properly yesterday. I’d seen the ones on her chest. They were a little stark in places against her olive skin. Ellie was still beautiful to me. They were a part of her history. A part of her and everything about her was incredible.
I pulled back slightly, my hand drifting across her side as I eyed her back. It was clear someone had taken a belt to it. They hadn’t been gentle. Her skin must’ve broken in several places and they hadn’t let it heal properly at all.
“They’re ugly,” she whispered.
I hadn’t realised she was awake.
“Tell me what happened.”
She shivered. I stroked her side to try and soothe her. After a moment, she relaxed into my touch.
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br /> “The cruel one… his name was Scott.”
Scott Williams. Sentenced to six years for his involvement with the Daniels.
I knew who they all were. After Ellie told me it was the Daniels, I looked up all the men and women who were arrested and imprisoned in connection with the sex trafficking ring. I wanted to make sure they were behind bars if and when Ellie ever told me their names.
“He used to tie me up by my hands to this hook he had suspended from the ceiling. Then he’d hit me with his belt until my back was bloody. He left me like that for days. My skin never healed properly. It’s layer upon layer of scars. I can’t stand seeing it.”
I understood why she would hate them. They represented something painful for her. Each one must be a reminder of the abuse.
Leaning towards her, I kissed her shoulder again, then lower, my lips pressing against one of the deeper scars on her back. She shuddered, her hand clutching mine at her waist.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her, my lips trailing across the damaged skin. “Inside and out.”
“James…” she whispered, trembling.
“Shh, sweetheart. This is a part of who you are. I’m going to kiss every scar, then when you think about them, you’ll remember my lips on your skin.”
She didn’t object any further. Ellie allowed me to kiss each one down her back before she turned over and explained to me the scars on her torso. A silver tipped whip which Scott had used. The burn mark from the iron was from her first master, Adrian.
Adrian Leon. Sentenced to four years for his involvement with the Daniels.
On her thighs, there were more scars from the silver tipped whip. I kissed each one whilst I had her laid out on her back, watching me with those sky blue eyes of hers. As I got closer to her pussy, she trembled, her fingers curling around the bedsheets.
“No one has touched you like this, have they?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Does it feel good?”
I ran my fingertips up her inner thigh.
“Y…Yes.”
I pressed her legs open for me and settled down in between them.
“I want you to feel good, sweetheart.”
I kissed her inner thigh and she let out a soft moan. She was so responsive. I wondered if it was just me who had this effect on her. She told me she’d never been wet for anyone before.
Having Ellie splayed out like this for me was more than I could take. I’d imagined her naked so many times. Thought about all the things I wanted to do to her. The ways I wanted to touch her, kiss her, fuck her. Nothing compared to having her right here. Her skin against mine. Seeing all of her scars and how fucking beautiful she was.
We both had work today, but it was early, or at least I assumed so because my alarm hadn’t gone off yet. I couldn’t leave without tasting her. I shifted higher and pressed my face between her thighs, tongue flicking over her soft folds and delving into her sweet little pussy. She bucked a little at the contact.
My eyes met hers as I flicked my tongue over her clit. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, sky blue eyes wide and filled with heat. I watched her as I teased her clit, loving the way she started to pant and the moans emitting from her throat. Sliding two fingers inside her, I felt her clench around me.
Ellie arched up as I fucked her with my fingers and tongued her clit.
“Oh, fuck, oh, oh, please… don’t stop, oh, don’t, oh, James, please.”
Watching her slowly come apart was an incredible sight. Giving Ellie her first pleasurable experience with sex was what I’d wanted, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more of her. More of this. I didn’t want this to stop now it had started.
I wanted her.
And I wanted her mine completely.
Her hands fisted in the covers. She cried out and the dam broke. The warm gush over my fingers, the way her pussy clenched around them again and again was magic. Ellie intoxicated me. And she tasted so fucking sweet.
My cock throbbed, desperate for her sweet heat wrapped around it. Would she let me slide inside her again? Fuck her like I wanted to. I’d held back last night because I didn’t want to scare her. She needed gentle and sweet. But now, I wanted her on her hands and knees.
I pulled my fingers from her and licked them clean before raising up on my knees.
“Ellie, will you turn over for me?”
She hesitated for a long moment.
“But…”
“I told you, sweetheart, you’re beautiful to me. Every part of you.”
She sat up.
“Will you kiss me first?”
“Is that what you want?”
She nodded, a flush appearing across her cheeks. Fuck she was adorable. I could understand her shyness when it came to her appearance. She’d likely been told her scars were ugly and something she should be ashamed of. They weren’t to me. Ellie was perfect the way she was.
I leant towards her and claimed her mouth, my hand cupping the back of her head to keep her in place. When I released her, she smiled up at me before turning over and waiting for me on her hands and knees. I stroked a hand down her side, pulling her closer to me when I curled it around her hip.
“I want to fuck you hard. Promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
She looked back at me.
“I promise.”
There was a sense of trust and acceptance radiating from her blue eyes.
“Good girl.”
She let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes momentarily as if she savoured my words. I cocked my head to the side.
“Do you like it when I call you that?”
“Praise… I like your praise.”
She opened her eyes again. Her cheeks were bright red now. How did I manage to meet such a fucking beautiful and compliant girl? The beast roared and snapped. She fed that side of me, making me want to set it free. Her submissive nature was a drug, intoxicating me with an invitation to dominate her. Could I really give in to that part of me? The side I’d hated and despised for so long. Kept hidden and buried.
“When you’re good for me, I’ll give you the praise you’ve earned.”
Where the fuck did that just come from?
“I’ll be a good girl for you.”
Oh, fuck me.
Whatever was happening between us, I didn’t want to stop and analyse it further.
Shifting in between her legs, I lined my cock up with her entrance and thrust inside her, groaning at how hot, tight and wet she was. Pulling back, I thrust deeper, gripping hold of both her hips. Ellie moaned, her back arching a little. Now I could see the full extent of her damaged skin. I was sure a lot of men would be disgusted by the sight of it. It appalled me, the amount of pain she must’ve been in when this was done to her, but the scars themselves didn’t make me recoil.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, releasing one of her hips and tracing my fingers down her back as I fucked her.
“James,” she whimpered.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe, sweetheart.”
Her moans got louder when I pressed deeper and harder inside her. She didn’t tell me to stop. Her body trembled and quaked, just like I’d pictured so many times. This was better. She was perfect.
I want you mine, Ellie. Mine. Mine to hold. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck.
My pace increased. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted her to feel what she did to me. How her pliant and submissive body called out to me, begging me to claim her.
“Such a good girl. Taking it so well. Do you like this? Like the way I’m fucking you? Love my cock inside your tight, wet pussy?”
What am I saying?
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
My fingers dug into her hips. I buried myself up to the hilt, feeling her tense and contract around me.
“I’m not going to stop until you make me come, sweetheart. You’re going to do that, aren’t you? Make me come in
your sweet little pussy.”
“I want to. Come inside me, please.”
I’d never been much of a talker during sex but something about Ellie made me want to spill all my dirty thoughts to her.
I was so close. Her words and mine sent me spiralling. Holding on would be next to impossible with the way her tight heat was gripping me.
“Fuck, I’m going to…”
I grunted, slamming into her one last time as I felt the first pulse rush through me. It was utter bliss. Letting go with Ellie. Allowing myself to give in to the side which haunted me for so long. The need to have this girl at my mercy. And she really was. Ellie had given me that power.
I leant over her, pressing my forehead to her shoulder as I panted.
We should’ve talked yesterday. Talked about why she ran out on me. Why she refused to speak to me for two and a half weeks. When I’d seen her the pull between us won out. I didn’t give a shit about the consequences. All I wanted was her. And I had her even when her memories threatened to drag her away from me. Ellie stayed in the present with me. Allowed me to replace her pain with pleasure.
My alarm started blaring out of my phone which I’d popped on the bedside table before we fell asleep last night. I pulled away from her and got up off the bed so I could turn it off.
“You have to go, don’t you?” she asked.
“Hmm, yes.”
She flopped down on the bed and stared up at me. We really needed a conversation about what just happened between us, but it would have to wait.
I leant down and kissed her forehead.
“We’ll talk when we can.”
“I have to work late for the next couple of days.”
“Then I’ll see you at the weekend. Is that okay?”
She nodded, capturing me by the hand before I could straighten. She pressed her lips to mine, encouraging me to kiss her deeply. I pulled away, groaning.
“Ellie… you’re making it hard for me to leave.”
She smiled, releasing me as I straightened. As I walked away to the bathroom, I swore I heard her murmur, “That was the point.”
I shook my head, cleaning myself up and going about my business. She was chucking tissues in the bin when I came out. She’d pulled a t-shirt on which only just covered her pussy from view. Probably a good thing. I could barely keep my hands off her as it was.
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