“Can’t wait.”
With that, I hung up, not surprised but also not pleased.
My cuddle time with a boy was going to be interrupted.
“Nathan is going to be by soon,” I pressed a kiss to the top of Oakley’s head. “But first, we need to talk.”
I could feel the dread fill his body as he stiffened.
“You aren’t in trouble, little one. Not at all. I just need to know what kind of mind frame you’re in right now.” Could he even tell me?
All I got was him borrowing into me once more, this time pressing his face into my neck.
“I think I got my answer.” I was leaning more towards him being little, which worked just fine. I didn’t care either way, and Nathan knew me and my ways. He wouldn’t care either, although I’d have more questions to answer. But that could be for the best. Maybe this way, Oakley would get some sort of understanding on who I was, too.
I grunted, pushing myself to sit up a bit more, which was a bit more difficult than it would have been normally with a monkey attached to me. But I wasn’t going to make this boy move from my lap if that wasn’t what he wanted.
I wasn’t expecting Nathan to stay too long, but afterwards, I planned to find out exactly why Oakley was so drawn to those books. What made him want to read them so badly, he snuck them. And how the heck did he sneak them to begin with?
Chapter 32
Oakley
I gave up trying to figure out what was wrong with me. If Sabastian didn’t care, then neither did I. As long as I could stay cuddled up against him, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Tucking my head in between his shoulder and collar bone, I sighed once again.
Right here, I could smell him. A tiny bit sweaty, probably from my own body heat, and Irish Spring soap. And maybe some of his sandalwood shampoo, too.
Sir had never smelt good. He smelt like rotten fish and day-old bread.
I shivered, remembering the times I had to take his cock into my mouth, where it’d touch the back of my throat as he forced himself on me. The smell there was worse than rotten fish.
“It’s okay, little one. You’re safe here.”
Another deep sigh, this one that let go of all the past fears. I couldn’t help but soak into the man.
He could so easily hurt me, so easily push me away and do unthinkable things to me. Yet, he simply held me. He spoke soft words. And he…just…was nice.
“Nice.” I mumble the word, knowing he couldn’t make out anything I said. I wasn’t daring to take out the paci to repeat the word, either.
“My good boy.”
I was being good. So, so, good. So, I nodded against him, trying to clamp my legs tighter around his hips. I never wanted him to let me go.
But when I squeezed my legs tighter, I felt something hard between us. I froze, for a single moment, before doing it again.
It took a moment for my brain to register what was hard, but most importantly, who.
It wasn’t right.
I never got hard unless Sir had given me pills. And even then, he didn’t like it when I was hard or soft, or anything.
I whimpered, confused about way too many things again. And something I had never felt began to bubble inside me. A type ofneedthat I hadn’t got to experience before. That alone was frightening, and worrisome.
“Settle, little one.”
But I couldn’t.
