“It’s Aiden Carlson, I’m checking in on Sean McPherson’s case.”
“He’s not going anywhere. The judge is refusing bail. It will take a few months for his hearing, and you will both need to prepare yourselves to testify.”
I groan, thinking about Jessa making progress with her therapist and with me, only be brought back down months later when she has to confront him.
“Does Jessa have to testify? I will. But does she need to?”
“She’s the whole case. Without her testimony, there’s a chance his sentence won’t be as long. He did pull a deadly weapon on officers, but if you want the attempted kidnapping and aggravated assault to stick, then she needs to be there.”
“Thank you,” I say abruptly, feeling like they aren’t doing enough and this isn’t moving fast enough. I’ll just have to figure out a way to get Jessa through this. Whatever I have to do, I’ll make it happen.
* * *
It’s been a month of hardly leaving the house, but she’s doing better. She sees her therapist virtually twice a week, Penny visits at least twice a week, and Jessa has been going outside. She swims in the pool and is getting fresh air.
Today feels different though. I can’t put my finger on it, but as I watch her smile on the pool float. It makes me feel brave in my own regard. I put on my swim shorts and sunglasses and join her outside.
Her smile is bright as she looks at me, and I jump in the pool, splashing her in the process. She laughs and is now soaking wet as I flip it over and send her into the water.
When she breaks through the water and is still smiling, my heart beat evens out as I look at her. She wraps her arms around my neck and we both float, staring at each other.
“How was therapy today?” I ask her, and she kisses my cheek.
“Really good. I think I’m ready,” she says.
“Ready to leave the house?” I ask and she shakes her head.
“Ready to be with you again,” she says, and I stare at her for a moment. Even though Sean didn’t violate her in that way, she hasn’t been in the right headspace, and I don’t blame her at all. I see the fear she used to carry over her head beginning to vanish, and I’m so thankful, because I never thought it would stop tormenting her.
I push back her dark wet hair. “You’re sure?”
She nods her head. “I miss being intimate with you so much,” she says, pushing her body closer to mine. I spin her so that her back is against the pool wall as I touch her face and lean in and kiss her. She isn’t timid during the kiss, and I don’t doubt her. If she says she’s ready, then she’s ready.
I slide my hand under water and rub her pussy with the palm of my hand. “Does this needy pussy need me, baby?”
“So bad.”
“Sit your sweet little ass on the edge of the pool.”
Jessa is always eager to please, and it’s one of the things I love most about her. Her arms in tandem with mine, I grip her waist and lift her body out of the pool so she sits at the pool’s edge. Water cascading down her body like it’s trying to touch every perfect inch of her skin.
“I missed eating your sweet cunt.” I’ve purposely not gone back to her term of endearment for me. Though I’ve truly grown to love her calling me Daddy, I worry that after what happened it’s been ruined for her. If it has, it’s part of our dynamic that can go. Everything else: the way I dominate her in the bedroom, my affection and care for her. That will always be a part of our relationship.
Her hands are behind her, firmly holding her upright as I shift her bikini to the side and place a soft kiss to her pussy. The taste of the pool water invades my lips, and I slip my tongue inside of her, tasting her after what feels like forever. She moans and shifts her hips so it’s easier for me to eat her out, and I hum my approval against her clit.
I hold her hips as I go down on her, loving every noise that escapes her, and needing her to know how much I enjoy this. How much I enjoy bringing her pleasure, that she’s mine and always will be. Part of being my girl is that she never has to worry again. I’m going to take care of her every need, and she never needs to live in fear again.
She’s going to come often, never have to worry about a single bill, and above all else, I’m never letting anyone touch her again.
Jessa comes with a shout, the sound ricocheting off the covered patio in the pool. It rings in my ears as I kiss her cunt one more time before standing at my full height in the pool. Jessa blinks at me and holds her hand out in a gesture for me to get out of the pool. Water drips off of me as I pull myself up over the edge and she directs me to sit on the outdoor furniture. I do immediately, my wet shorts losing the battle to my hard and aching cock.
She tugs at the top of my shorts, and it takes some effort, but we work together to get the offensive material down my legs. She tosses them with a wet plop to the floor before removing her bottoms and quickly straddling my lap. Her soft thighs bracket mine as she sinks down on my cock. Her hands tangle in my wet hair, and I can’t help but just be in awe of this woman in my arms. That she’s able to be vulnerable and soft with me, but also able to claim what she wants.
“Use me, baby. Take what you need.”
She does just that as she rides me at a pace that works for her. Her clit grinding against my pelvis with each bounce.
“Are you going to come on my cock, kitten?”
