I’ll allow him my body, but I refuse to let him have my heart again.Though I can’t escape the torment Frankie inflicted, I can find refuge in a hazy pleasure.That’s one thing I can control.It’s one thing I make the choice on.
Pope may have turned out to be a shitty partner in the end, but he was never a shitty lover.My mind and my body remember that vividly.
Instead of standing in the middle of his room to wait for him, I peek my head out the door.I don’t see him, so I carefully step back into the hallway.My intention is to make it to the bathroom and into the shower.Maybe he’ll get the hint and climb in with me.
I tiptoe down the hallway, keeping an ear out for the slightest hint of movement from him.
“Gotcha,” he yells, his arms wrapping around me from behind.
My body and mind recognize him, but I still let out a scream and bring my head back.It cracks against his face, causing his arms to loosen around me.
“Oh, you little wench,” he laughs as I take off.
I glance over my shoulder as I reach the bathroom door.He’s pinching his nostrils together, but his eyes haven’t moved from me.The laughter and heat in them is what differentiates him from Frankie.
The betrayed part of me finds delight in his hurt, even though I probably shouldn’t.
I blow him a kiss, call him a little bitch, and then run into the bathroom.
For the first time since Frankie started abusing me, I don’t feel like a damn victim.
My heart beats.
My lungs expand.
My body shivers in something other than fear.
This is the most I’ve felt alive in as long as I can remember.
There’s so much stuff that Pope and I have to work through.I still haven’t forgiven him for the past and I don’t know if I’m ready to yet.What I know is I didn’t think I’d ever be able to make a choice about who I give my body to again.I thought my life with Frankie was all I was ever going to have because I was scared to leave.
I slide my underwear off and turn the water on, waiting for it to hit the right temperature before climbing inside.Tilting my head back, I let the hot water rain down over me, washing away the filth that has clung to me since Frankie’s phone call.
Pope yanks the shower curtain back and I swipe the water from my eyes so I can see him.They drop to his nose and an unexpected burst of laughter escapes at the pieces of tissue he has rolled into both nostrils.
The heat in his eyes burns hotter as he watches me laugh at his expense.Then they get a little glossy.“Goddamn, little mama.Never thought I’d hear that sound again.I don’t even give a fuck that it’s me you’re laughing at.”
He runs his eyes over my body hungrily, his hand dropping to his still erect cock.
I widen my legs, flashing him a hint of my trimmed ginger curls.
He groans, tightening his fist around his length.“I haven’t ever been a good man, little mama.I’m holding on by a thread.You have two seconds to tell me to leave or I’m climbing in that shower with you.”
The huskiness of his words strokes against my skin.I revel in the power I have over this man right now.
My hand snaps out, tangling into his hair tightly, and I yank his head back.“You’re not in control in here.You touch me when I say you can.You do what I say you can.And let me be really clear right now.This, us fucking, means nothing.It’s not me forgiving you.It’s not me saying we’re back together.This is me letting you help me escape for a while.Understood?”
Goddammit.I didn’t think I’d find Birdie taking charge so fucking arousing, but my leaking cock and heavy balls would say I do.
Very much.
She actually thinks I’d have an issue with her using my body for her pleasure?
I let her keep a hold of my hair as I step into the tub.Thank fuck I had them install one big enough for the two of us because when I drop to my knees before her, I take up half the room.
“My queen,” I say, staring up at her in worship as I guide my hand slowly over my length.
“No talking,” she orders, placing her foot on the side of the tub.
