Page 82 of His To Own


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“Good girl,” I praised.

“What do you feel?” I asked out next.

“The air,” she said.

“Now?” I asked after picking a long piece of grass and running it down her arm, causing her to slightly twitch at the feeling. If it was anyone else, I’d have used something else to test her senses, but I had promised to not use a whip or cane on her. Not until she asked at least. I didn’t have any doubt that in a year or so, she’d be begging me to use it.

“Grass?” she stated in an answer. “it tickles.”

“When we do a scene, if we ever do with any toys, some of them will be a bit ticklish. Having your eyesight closed off can make it feel differently. It enhances everything,” I said, dropping the grass. “But to ever get to that stage, your trust in me has to be there one hundred percent.”

“I want to trust you,” she said just above a whisper.

“I know you do,” I said, running a hand down the side of her face. She instantly leaned into my touch, keeping her eyes shut. “In time you will.”

“You don’t trust me that much,” she stated, not afraid to tell me.

“More than I should,” I muttered to myself. Louder, “I trust you more each passing day, Avidya. You’re easy to read, and I don’t think you could possibly break my trust that I do have for you. Someday you’ll know more about the inner workings on what I do, but hopefully, you won’t need to.”

“I’m not sure I can handle more than what I know now,” she said.

“Probably not,” I agreed. “I’ve dumped a lot on you the last few weeks. It’ll take the time to grasp everything. And your mother on top of it all doesn’t help.”

“I don’t know what to do about that,” she stated, opening her eyes to look at me.

“That’s up to you,” I said. “You can meet her if she wants to see you. Or you can just write her a letter and Travis can make sure she gets in. Her doctor hasn’t called any of us yet.”

“It hasn’t been all that long,” she stated.

“No, it hasn’t,” I replied. “You’ll figure it out when the time comes. I’ll be there every step of the way.”

Avidya gave me a knowing smile. She knew I’d be there either way. I wouldn’t let her face her mother without me there. Not knowing what would happen, I felt better with planning on going if they wanted to meet face to face.

“So, what was the whole point of coming here?” she asked me as I dropped my hand.

“One of the places that popped into my head,” I shrugged in an answer. “And I hadn’t been here for a while. If you look over there,” I pointed off to the distance, maybe only about a mile where a house could be seen. “That’s where my parents live.”

“Oh, wow,” she said, her eyes widening.

“Close to home still,” I stated. “Plus, I wanted to share a little piece my childhood with you.”

“I never had a playhouse,” she stated. “Cody thought it was a waste of time and space. Of course, he didn’t really want me anywhere that he couldn’t easily see or hear me.”

“Controlling man,” I muttered out.

“Just a bit,” she shrugged like it was nothing new. “I’m surprised he hasn’t come charging down your door yet.”

“He doesn’t know where I live,” I said, giving her a wink as I took her hand and started to lead her up to the playhouse. “Or he would have by now. My father will make sure he doesn’t interfere with our wedding.”

“If he does, I’ll kick him where it hurts,” she mumbled before instantly turning red.

“Same here, honey,” I laughed while pulling her into my side.

“Will anyone in your family be upset about us?” she asked.

“I don’t care what any of them think. You are mine, and that is all that you need to remember,” I stated, pulling her closer to me as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.