“Okay.” Is all I say. I feel it when he raises his hand—my dick twitches.
Crack!
Oh, fuck. I scream—but only about half of it gets out before all of the air leaves me and the world disappears. It feels like my skin is being set on fire, split open, torn apart. The feel of Aaron’s body against mine is driving me crazy—knowinghedid this to me is driving me crazy. The pain itself is turning into something deliciousby the time it reaches my dick. I would live here if I could—in this hidden little pocket of the universe.
The world comes back into focus and I’m sobbing again. My body moves with each one as Aaron shushes me.
“Good job, baby. Did that feel good? You took it so well.” He’s rubbing my ass—an amazing and terrible feeling. I’m shuddering and whining and when I move slightly to the left the head of my dick brushes Aaron’s thigh. I’m hard again.
“Hng.” I groan—body going limp at the sensation.
“Answer me—did that feel good?” Aaron asks me again.
“Yes—” I choke out, letting out a small sob before continuing. “Thank you.” Aaron moans so loud, so needy that I can’t help it when my hips buck up in response.
“You’re welcome, kitten. You look so good like this. All bruised up and bleeding.”
There are a few beats of silence as my cries subside before he speaks again without a hint of joy or humor in his voice. “If anyone else ever puts their hands on you again, I’m going to kill them. Right now, you’re at my mercy and you love it. But anyone else—I will kill them. Benjamin—” I lift the best I can to look at him over my shoulder. He leans down to make it a bit easier. “I’ve proven I’d die for you, but I’ve failed at protecting you. It won’t happen again.” He looks so serious.
I crawl off of his thigh and walk toward the full-length mirror I hung by our closet when I first moved in. I stand in front of it and twist around to see my ass.
There are several tiny bruises that make a suspiciously fingertip-looking shape—one big bruise on the left side. And right there in the middle of a nasty-looking bruise on the right—my skin split open. It’s not too deep. As long as I’m not putting too much stress on myself it’ll scab and be fine in a day or two. But as of right now—I watch the blood slowly drip out of the line of skin in awe.
“You okay?” Slowly, I turn back around. Aaron hasn’t moved, still standing next to the bed where I lefthim.
“You almost killed my dad for me.” His eyes widen. “You knocked a guy out for touching me. You stalked me basically the entire time I was at my first Greek party even though you thought I hated you—just to make sure I stayed safe.”
“But you still—”
“You left me with my boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend.”
“Yes—but my boyfriend at the time. You thought I’d be safe. When there’s only one helmet you make me wear it. You refuse to let me take public transportation and you have to go to every show we do to make sure no one is weird to me.” Aaron scoffs.
“That one is reasonable. You’re being noticed all the time. Even Mad Dog knew who you were, just by saying you were in a band.” I roll my eyes.
“My point—wait, Mad Dog? Okay—we’ll come back to that. My point is—you arealwaysprotecting me. Everywhere we go, everything we do. In the 14 years that I have known you—I’ve been hurttwotimes when you were around. That’s it. And you weren’t even aware during those two times. I mean—you spent over a week getting me off of Oxy directly after I accused you of sleeping with the entire state of Arizona, thinking you’d never see me again once I was better.” Aaron is chuckling quietly at the memory—at the sheer ridiculousness of our history.
“I just want to keep you from ever being on a bridge again.” He says. “I am perfectly fine following you into our next life, but I really would like more time with this Benjamin first.”
I can feel the tears as they collect—ready to spill. I bite my lip. I don’t want to cry.
“I promise. I won’t go. Not by my own will.” I tell him and he lets go of some tension that his body was holding—one I didn’t notice before. Then, he grins.
“Now that that’s decided—like it?” He nods toward my ass, and I blush straight down to my chest, twisting again to look.
“I do.” I whisper.
“Me too. I really do.” I turn back to him once more. The air in the room feels as if it shifts—warps into something hot and dangerous.
“I like every mark you give me. When you were asleep, I’d touch my scars all the time and think about how it felt to have you digging your teeth that deep into my skin.” Aaron’s eyes are zeroed in on me—almost as if he’s stalking, and I feel once again like a trapped little rabbit in front of a beautiful, terrifying wolf.
“Come here.”
I stand in front of him and he reaches around my neck to lay a hand over the scar there. To feel the shape of it.
“I did this to your thigh a few years ago. In high school.” He says—and I nod. I remember. I remember it lighting up my entire body with so much pleasure—so much pain and desire for him to fuckingbreakme that I couldn’t make a single noise. “I…” It looks like he’s trying to find words—trying to express something and having a hard time putting it together. That’s fine, I’ll give him time.
