"No," he says. "You can't see it until it's finished. And don't try to look when I'm not here, either. I'll know if you did."
"How would you know?"
"Because I'm all-knowing."
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he lifts me from the stool and lays me down on his bed, covering my body with his. "I just want to have a lazy day with you, if that's okay. I want to keep you in my room all day; I'll feed you when you're hungry, bathe you eventually, dress you maybe. I really did miss you, Saige."
"I missed you, too."
Saying those words is painful; it feels like I've lost some kind of contest or betrayed myself in some way. And I'm pretty sure I just did both.
It's true, though. I did miss him. I missed his smile, I missed the way he smells and the weight of his body on top of mine. I missed his tattooed arms wrapped around me while I sleep.
Without realizing it, I begin tracing one with my fingertips—the anatomical heart wrapped in barbed wire.
"You like that one?" he asks.
"I like all of them."
"I drew all of them. Maybe you could let me draw one for you."
I laugh a little. "Yeah, I don't know; that seems like a bad idea."
"Why not? You said you like my art. It's just a picture."
"I hate to break it to you like this, but tattoos are actually permanent."
"Oh, shit, really?"
I nod. "Uh huh."
"Well, I have some bad news for you, too, Ripley." He props his head against his hand, dark eyes framed with even darker lashes catching my own, while he traces my lower lip with his fingertip. "I've already left a permanent mark on you. Maybe it isn't a good one, but there's nothing you can do about it now, is there? I don't even think you want to. I think you love the scar."
He presses his lips to mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth, tasting me while his hands explore my body, but I'm not quite in it.
Because his words hit me like a punch to the fucking stomach. I'm pretty sure what he just said to me was that he bullied and manipulated me, and then he made me like it. He made me miss him and want him; he made me think I was special. Somehow, he became the person who made me feel safe in this alternate universe hellscape I fell into, and I started seeing him as my protector instead of my abuser, even though I know it doesn't make sense.
He shared me with his boyfriend, and the entire time I sat naked on that stool, I wondered if maybe Nolan would be home soon, so I could take them both again, my heart racing at the thought.
I'm scared that he's right. I don't think I can do anything about it now. I said I'd turn it off, but I haven't turned it off at all; I didn't even try.
He sinks his dick into me, pulling me out of my head and back into my body. My toes curl, and I hitch a leg around his waist, digging my nails into his back as he rolls his hips into me, panting with his face buried in my hair, his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place.
I try to convince myself again that it's not him I've gone soft for—it's just his big dick. Because it feels so fucking good, my entire body feels like it's melting into the fucking mattress. His length, his control, the way he hits that spot just right and sends shivers of pleasure all the way up my spine and down to the tips of my toes...
I lift my hips, squirming beneath him, whimpering his name. "Dax…Dax, please…"
"Fuck…" he rasps. "You're going to come already, aren't you? My perfect little fuck doll…I hope you didn't plan on getting much sleep tonight; when I'm done with you, you won't be able to think, let alone walk to class tomorrow."
The tension at my core snaps, and I fall to pieces, dragging my nails down his back, eliciting a hiss, while my body convulses beneath him.
"Jesus Christ, Saige," he groans. "You're all mine, baby. You're my little doll, and I can do whatever I want to you now, isn't that right?"
"Yes…" I pant in my post-orgasm euphoric haze. "I'm your little doll."
"Fuck…" He pulls out, raising onto his knees with his wet, throbbing dick in his hand. "Turn over onto your stomach."
I roll onto my stomach, lying flat, and then he comes down on top of me, slipping his cock into my pussy again. "This might hurt a little," he says.
