“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” I comforted.
I wrapped my arms around her, and when she leaned her head against my chest, I kissed the top of her head. She kept mumbling how sorry she was despite me telling her that she had nothing to apologize for. Obviously, she was shocked that she had woken up in such a panic from the dream and thought I was one of the assholes from the kink house.
I guided us back to the bed and pulled her onto my lap. I rocked her in my arms as I tried to calm both of us down.
“It’s okay, Salem. It’ll be okay,” I reassured her.
The sounds of the rain still emitted from my phone that was somewhere on the floor. When she seemed to be settled down, I propped the pillows against the headboard and let go of her long enough to retrieve the phone. I was going to turn it off but second guessed that move. Maybe now was when some background noise would be good. I adjusted the volume before I returned to her side. I leaned against the pillows, and she quickly moved beside me.
We stayed like that for the rest of the night. I stroked her back as I held her in my arms. Every half hour or so, I’d glance to see if she was asleep or awake. Salem’s eyes were always open but staring off into nothing.
“Do you want to talk about the dream?” I finally asked after an hour of silence. She shook her head, and I didn’t push her.
I had expected her to be subdued and tired the next day, but I hadn’t expected it to last for close to a week. Her appetite was gone, and she was barely eating. Salem wasn’t sleeping much but took twenty- or thirty-minute naps here and there. I was worried sick about her, and I felt so fucking helpless. I’d taken her to the counselor, and she’d talked with them, but nothing had changed at home. The counselor had said that Salem was processing everything and needed time.
I had talked to Sam and even James. I’d heard the same fucking phrase in some variation or another: Salem needed time.
* * *
Within a weekof the visit to the counselor, Salem’s bubbly and playful self was back. She was back to teasing me and making me question my own morals with her. She was so intoxicating to me, though.
She’d sashay around the kitchen while making dinner or baking, gesturing me to come closer. I swear to God, her energy was like a fucking tractor beam to me. I’d always walk closer to her and let her touch me. She’d get me to dance with her and laugh. Sometimes she’d use the back of a spoon and frost my lips or chin with vanilla frosting. She’d kiss and lick it off, and I’d let her. She was happy and laughing, and she lit my home up with life.
It was becoming harder and harder to resist her, and I was starting to care less and less about what anyone would think of me.
Salem and I were in the kitchen doing the dishes. She loved having the music on and would sing along and dance. As she’d walk by me, she’d snap me with the dishrag or slap my butt. She had me going already, and I was starting to feel myself get hard. Salem came up behind me, wrapped her arms around me, and pressed her body against mine. She rested her head against the middle of my back and sang along with the music as she moved our hips from side to side.
“Come on, Special Agent Losche. Loosen up and dance with me,” she encouraged. I set the towel on the counter and turned my body around so I could face her. “That’s the spirit! Now move with me, Garrett!”
Salem took hold of my hands as she took a few steps back. Her sweet voice filled the kitchen while we danced. She was so happy and excited to see me dancing along with her. I started to get into the dance moves, which made her giggle and laugh hysterically. Salem was the most beautiful woman in the world when she laughed like this. She lit up my world, and I couldn’t deny myself the chance to love her and be loved anymore.
I danced my way over to her, framed her face with my hands, and leaned down to kiss her. Though her body had stilled, I could feel that this had been right in the way she’d kissed me back. Our lips moved urgently while our tongues flicked and pressed against one another. My body wanted to strip her and bend her over the kitchen table, but I knew she deserved much more than that. While our lips were still locked, I picked her up to carry her to the bedroom. Salem wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders and neck on our way. I set her on the bed, put one of my knees between her legs, and pulled my mouth off of hers.
With my hands on either side of her waist, I slowly inched up her t-shirt and left a trail of kisses up to her bra. I slid a hand under her back to unhook her bra while my other hand gently roamed her breasts over her smooth bra. As soon as the bra was unhooked, I helped her out of her shirt and bra, then quickly shed my own shirt.
Straddling her waist, I lowered my head and kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of her breast while my other hand massaged the other one. I had seen her breasts many times before, but never in my bed with the intention of making love to her. Salem’s hands were busy touching my bicep or running through my hair. As I squeezed and rubbed her breast, my fingertips would graze her sensitive side, causing her to giggle or writhe around. I captured her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and looked up at her smiling face, and her laughter filled the air.
“You’re tickling me,” she gasped.
Her words forced a smile onto my face. I put my hands on the bed to push the weight of my body off her. I leaned down and kissed her and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
As my hands inched their way back down her body, I hooked my fingers into her black yoga pants and pulled them off. Even though I got off the bed to take my pants and boxers off, my gaze didn’t move from Salem’s.
This would be the first time she’d had sex since being captive at Sebastian’s, and I had to keep that in mind. Once I was naked, I saw her eyes drop to my hard dick. A beautiful smile spread across her face as I climbed onto the bed. Since my legs were side by side when I sat back on my heels, the width of them naturally parted Salem’s legs a little more.
Her pussy glistened, waiting for me. Peeking out from its hood was her swollen clit. I marveled at her lively and receptive young body. I leaned down and teased her clit for a moment with my tongue. Salem moaned, arched her back, and reached for my hair. She raised her hips, trying to get my mouth back on her nub. I laughed but couldn’t deny her. After all, sex and intimacy weren’t things she wanted or had any control over in her other experiences. I put my hand on her stomach and, with slight pressure, pushed her hips and pelvis back down to the mattress.
“Relax, baby girl.”
“It feels so good,” she explained.
“I want nothing more than to make you feel good,” I replied.
I tickled the side of her clit with the tip of my tongue as I slowly pushed my middle finger inside. I looked up at her, and my eyes latched on to hers. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and had a mix of hunger and desperation in her gaze. I watched her as I slowly moved my finger in and out of her soaked pussy.
“Ohh,” she moaned.
