Page 12 of Love Obscene
Ihad expected him to leave.
Instead, I got carried to the shower and had another first added to my list. The warm water was bliss on my skin. I tried to ignore him, focusing on the bruises he left behind, but that was easier said than done.
His gentle touches returned as he washed me off like I was a piece of glass. I wanted to look at him, but I didn’t want him to see me. He was beautiful, and I was nothing. I was the girl who wanted to be held by the man that had just ruined her.
He didn’t ruin you. He took a piece of you and replaced it with a piece of himself.
It was wrong; it was fucked up. Instead of standing in his fancy shower, letting him run his hands over my sore body, I should have been fighting to get away. I knew that, yet I wasn’t. Things had always been this way. The hardest battle I ever had to fight was against myself. My mind was the strongest prison I had yet to escape.
The cellular phone continued to chirp every few minutes. Figuring it was important, I forced myself to break the ice, desperately wanting to focus on something other than how I felt, and what had just happened between us.
“Are you going to get that?”Ugh. Cringing at the sound of my hoarse voice, I regretted saying anything.
“I’m with you right now.” He gripped my shoulders, slowly turning me around, bringing us chest to chest. “You didn’t come, and that’s unacceptable.”
With no response for that in my repertoire, I looked up at him through wet lashes.
“Why are you doing this?” I barely whispered, feeling pathetically weak and confused, more so than ever before.
“I had to save you.” He brushed strands of wet my hair from face. “We’re going to be perfect together,” he smiled, showing every one of his perfect, straight white teeth. He backed me up until my back hit the cool tiled wall.
“I want you to focus on me. I want you to feel everything I do to you. There is no one else here. It’s justyou and me.”
I blinked, watching him go down on his knees. I should have kneed him in the face and ran like hell. That’s what the other girls did; but I was nothing like other girls.
Did he hurt me on purpose, just to make me feel special?
Looking up at me, he placed his hands on my thighs and gently pulled my legs apart. Watching him with more than a little curiosity, I wasn’t ready for what came next. He began kissing the inside of my thighs, teasing my labia with the tips of his fingers.
He painted invisible patterns into my skin. Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned my head back and stared up at the ceiling. When he sunk his teeth into me, they flew back open. The calm, turned on state he’d just lulled my body into vanished.
“Stop!” I screamed, grabbing hold of his hair to pull him away. He laughed at me, gripping my legs impossibly tighter. When he detached his mouth, his teeth marks were left behind, imprinted on the swollen skin.
He looked at me with a gleam in his eye, burying his face between my legs, using his tongue like he had his cock.
“Mason,” I squeaked, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep my balance. He made a sound in the back of his throat, pressing his thumb against my clit.
I felt pressure rising in my lower stomach; a warmth began to flow through my body.
His tongue plunged in and out of me, sometimes fast, sometimes languid and slow. When my legs began to tremble, he grabbed my butt to hold me up. My breath caught as I writhed against the wall. His intense gaze made everything I felt amplify to the next level.
I let go of his shoulders, grabbing the back of his head when the warmth and slow rising pressure exploded into an intense, heated pleasure that seemed to rush through my veins. I came, staring him in the eyes, holding onto him as if my life depended on it.
My very first orgasm came from the man who stole me in the middle of the night and unknowingly saved my life. The man who was going to change everything about me, and how I saw myself.
He rose back up and pulled me into his arms, supporting my dead weight and holding me close for an elongated amount of time.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. My head was a mess. All I knew was that this was better than dying alone.
Chapter Thirteen
Ihad fifteen text messages all saying the same thing.
Ginger got out of the barn.
Someone had doubly fucked up. Not only did they mess up locking the stall, they didn’t lock the barn door correctly, either. It had to have been done on purpose. No one was that much of an idiot, and everyone who worked for me knew what happened when I had to waste my time cleaning up their messes.
I kept my car’s beams on low, slowly driving in the opposite direction of my house. My mind kept drifting to the beautiful woman I left sleeping in bed. I should have left the first time I got the message, but being the boss gave me the benefit of doing whatever the hell I wanted.
