“I don’t rape others. Ever. My partner needs to be willing. And I make it extremely enjoyable for them. Because yes, the first time or two will hurt, no matter how much lube I’d use.”
‘But Sir said-“
“Donny is a piece of shit,” he nearly growled, causing my entire body to jerk. “He put thoughts of twisted crap into your mind. You are something I want to treasure when the time comes to that. I will never require you to bend over to let me have my way withyou. I will never force you to your knees to suck me off, either. What you want to do sexually is up to you. Which is one of the reasons I want you to do those checklists.”
Oh right. I forgot about those today.
“You…don’t want me?”
“How the hell did you get that idea?” he huffed, forcing me to look up at him with a finger under my chin. “I want you. Badly. I would love to earn your trust to make love to you. But that won’t be rushed, because we need to feel the same need and feel the same emotions to connect us. I’m perfectly fine to wait however long I need to.”
I opened and closed my mouth, and when nothing came out, I just kept it shut.
“You are so sweet, and kind, and adorable, and loveable. I will never, ever, hurt you that way. I care about you, all parts of you.”
Maybe he really did.
Tears gathered, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
“I’m a good guy, Oakley. One you can trust, but I know that trust will take time. Hence why I refuse to touch you the way you think I will. Not tonight. Not in a month. Or even a year. If you aren’t ready for that, then I’ll wait.”
Chapter 42
Sabastian
I wasn’t sure how many times I’d have to tell this boy I wasn’t out to hurt him in any sort of way.
I thought he understood that I wasn’t ever going to force myself on him.
“But you bought me.”
His eyes dipped, face still pale, as he fought with the rising emotions within.
“Technically, I didn’t. I never gave Donny a cent. I more like kidnapped you.” It still wasn’t right in the eyes of the law, but when no one was looking for Oakley, family-wise, there would be no reason anyone would send the police to my doorstep.
“You own me.” He licked his lips, eyes staring at my chest.
“No. I don’t own any part of you. You’re free, Oakley. Free to say what’s on your mind. Free to tell meno.Free to ask for what you want or need.”
“I really don’t have to…” he paused, searching for the right word. “He called me a slut.”
“You aren’t that. Ever.”
“No.”
At least we agreed on something.
“What if…how can I pay you back?”
“I don’t want you to pay me back for anything. I want you to heal, to find your voice, and to become someone you are proud of.”
Oakley’s shoulders sagged. I wasn’t sure if it was in defeat or acceptance.
“I will not rape you, Oakley.”
I wouldn’t have sex or even kiss this boy without his permission. Even then, I still would question his mental state on the sex end of things.
“What if….I wanted it?”
