Page 45 of Watch Her Bleed
“What do you want, tesoruccia?” he asks softly. My insides feel like molten lava and there is so much pressure building between my thighs that I ache for any kind of release. This man has me sitting on the edge of coming, and he’s hardly doing anything to me.
“Fuck,” I moan. I am past the point of being shy. I want to come so badly that I am ready to beg this man to do something to me.
“Tell me,” he says. “I can’t help unless you talk to me.”
“I want to come,” I admit.
“I want you to understand a few things first, okay?” he asks as his hand settles on my lower back.
“Okay,” I sigh, making him smile.
“First, a safeword,” he says.
“Uhhh. Brownie,” I say and he chuckles.
“Okay. Brownie it is,” he says. “Second, the moment I put my hands on you, you’re mine. I won’t lie to you and say that I won’t be possessive because I will be. Being mine means I will cut the hand, or any other offending body part, off anyone who thinks they have the right to touch you. I am intense at times, yes, but your happiness will always be my priority.”
“Is it bad that I hope you mean that literally?” I ask and he grins.
“I don’t make idle threats, tesoruccia,” he says. “Unless you invite their touch, I will personally make them bleed if they harm you.”
“I can live with that,” I say. “What else?”
“The first time I make you come, I’m going to keep doing it until you say your safeword,” he says.
“Why?” I ask. “I mean, I’m okay with that. I’m just curious.”
“Because you must recognize where your boundaries are. To me, repeated orgasms are the least triggering way to learn. You’ll call it because your brain will make you call it. You physically won’t be able to take it anymore, but it doesn’t cause pain.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile. I roll on my side to face him and he rests his hand on my waist.
“Do you want me to accept no, or do you want me to only stop with the safeword?” he asks.
“The safeword,” I say. “There is a high likelihood I will get triggered and tell you to stop, but I won’t mean it. It will just be a reaction to memories. If It gets to the point where I can’t bring myself out of it, I will say the word.”
“Okay,” he says before kissing me. He rolls me to my back and sits up, pulling the covers off of me. When he grabs the hem of my shirt, I sit up so he can pull the T-shirt off of me. “God, you’re gorgeous, Aurora.”
When I lie back, he pulls my underwear down. I keep my eyes on his as I lift my hips to allow him to take them off completely. His gaze falls to the bruises on my thighs and he grazes his fingers across them. When he moves to lie back beside me, he stays propped up on his elbow to watch me.
“You’re going to kill me with anticipation,” I say and he smiles. “You won’t hurt me. I can see it on your face that you are worried.”
“You’ll tell me if I do?” he asks.
“I promise I will tell you,” I say.
Matt slowly drags fingertips up my thigh and I instinctively part my legs for him. I can feel the anxiety start to bubble up. When he softly traces my lips with his fingers, it all slams down on me at once. All of the memories of Enzo touching me and forcing my body to react to him flood my mind and I start to cry.
His touch is soft and teasing as he touches my body. As he teases my pussy he slowly dips a finger between the lips to graze across my clit. “Talk to me, Aurora. What’s happening.”
“I can’t,” I cry. My body arches when he slowly starts to circle my clit.
“Can’t what?” he asks.
“I can’t get it out of my head,” I say.
“Tell me. What memories are coming up?” he asks. His touch is gentle and precise.
“He…”
