Chapter 42
Sabastian
I wasn’t sure how many times I’d have to tell this boy I wasn’t out to hurt him in any sort of way.
I thought he understood that I wasn’t ever going to force myself on him.
“But you bought me.”
His eyes dipped, face still pale, as he fought with the rising emotions within.
“Technically, I didn’t. I never gave Donny a cent. I more like kidnapped you.” It still wasn’t right in the eyes of the law, but when no one was looking for Oakley, family-wise, there would be no reason anyone would send the police to my doorstep.
“You own me.” He licked his lips, eyes staring at my chest.
“No. I don’t own any part of you. You’re free, Oakley. Free to say what’s on your mind. Free to tell me no. Free to ask for what you want or need.”
“I really don’t have to…” he paused, searching for the right word. “He called me a slut.”
“You aren’t that. Ever.”
“No.”
At least we agreed on something.
“What if…how can I pay you back?”
“I don’t want you to pay me back for anything. I want you to heal, to find your voice, and to become someone you are proud of.”
Oakley’s shoulders sagged. I wasn’t sure if it was in defeat or acceptance.
“I will not rape you, Oakley.”
I wouldn’t have sex or even kiss this boy without his permission. Even then, I still would question his mental state on the sex end of things.
“What if….I wanted it?”
“You don’t. Not tonight, for sure. Plus, sex is more than just taking what one wants. It’s about sharing a connection, sharing parts of each other.”
His eyes flickered to mine quickly before he went back to staring at my chest.
Moving my hand to cup his cheek, I swiped my thumb under his eye, catching a lone tear.
“I adore you too much to ever force my body on yours. Not to mention, my mother would kill me if I even thought of mistreating the person I share a bed with.”
“Would she do that?” His eyes widened like he wasn’t sure if I was serious or not.
“Oh, yes. She brought me into this world, she can certainly take me out. If not, she’ll send her husband to do the job.”
Oakley didn’t say anything, but I could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but please don’t keep thinking I will take advantage of you. I’m more than okay with what we have going on right now. Heck, it’s more than I could even ask for or expect with everything you’ve been through.”
Oakley snuggled into my palm, seeming to accept my words finally.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go over those lists when I get back home. If you haven’t finished all of them, that’s okay, too. We’ll just go over what you have marked.”
He nodded, his body relaxing easily.
I hoped he hadn’t marked the sex ones as okay to do, because there was no way he was ready for any of that. If so, we’d be having this talk again.
***
Scratching at my belly, I waited for Dixie to finish exploring the yard. The moon was high in the sky, giving just a bit of light to the darkness.
There was no way I was going to wake a sleepy boy to take his dog out.
I was surprised that the puppy hadn’t yet had an accident in the house, and I was already thinking about how to install a doggy door.
But even then, Dixie was so small, I feared she’d get lost in the yard without supervision anyway.
Thankfully, she didn’t take long, trotting back inside. She still wasn’t a huge fan of me, but that was okay. She was for Oakley anyway. And if that boy was warming up to me, then so would a dog.
“Come on, you little cutie.” Even the dog thought I was crazy, if I went by the look she shot me.
I paused, letting her get a drink, before I decided to just pick her up. At four months old, she was a tiny thing, but soft. And in need of a good bath, too.
I made a mental note to order some dog cleaning supplies in the morning.
Once I put Dixie back on the bed, she snuggled up against Oakley’s feet, seeming more than content to be there and not trying to hog a pillow, thankfully.
Crawling back into my side of the bed, I wasn’t surprised when Oakley sought me out, snuggling back to my side. He mumbled something about being a good boy, which caused me to smile.
I knew he was starting to feel a bit safer in my care, and if talking was any indication of that, today sure was. Or well, yesterday was more like it.
Oakley was trying to express his thoughts, feeling more comfortable to do so. I really couldn’t ask for more than that.
Once an arm was wrapped around his back, Oakley instantly found a nipple, latching his mouth around it.
“Good boy,” I whispered, feeling him relax against me.
I was curious to know his thoughts about bottles, and a few of the other little things that were out there.
I was surprised that he had yet to explore the other bedroom more than looking at what was placed out for him to see. The drawers were filled with types of clothes that he may lean towards, or even try. Or not. Who knows, he may not even like any of it. Which was fine, too.
I could live without any of that. As long as Oakley chose me because he did have a choice, I’d never want more than what he could give me.
But, if Oakley wanted to move out, and find his feet on his own, I’d do whatever I could to support that choice. He deserved to experience that. He deserved to find his path in life.
I was almost asleep when Oakley moved closer, wrapping a leg around my own, which wasn’t out of the normal. He was always seeking me out in some way, even if he didn’t realize he did it.
During the day, he was more careful to seek out my touch, my warmth.
He’d do little things, like sit at my feet and lean into my leg, or seek out my approval in everything he did.
But at night, when his defenses were down, he tried to get as close as he could, every single night.
Most nights, he’d suck on a nipple, so much so that there was a permanent hickey, but it was well worth it.
If it brought him comfort, I’d do just about anything.
As he shifted again, pressing his hips forward, I held him just a tiny bit tighter. When he did it again, I felt his skin on mine. Why did he always sleep without something covering his privates?
My boxers did little to keep the heat of his skin from my own. It didn’t do much though, as he pressed again, his penis growing as he did so.
A moan bubbled forth as he did it again.
Well, I didn’t have to worry about him having no sex drive. Not that I would have cared anyway. But so many people who have been abused tend to have little to no drive, or they go into hyperdrive. A few were on a normal range scale, but everyone was different.
Oakley included.
And he certainly liked to test my will to not touch him.
As he began to hump his hips more into me, his sucking increased, and all I could do was grit my teeth and mentally talk to my hardness to settle down. My dick was aching hard, straining to be let out of its confinement.
He pressed again, this time, harder. I could feel the pre-cum leak through the thin cotton on my hip where he pressed his hardness more into me.
Looking up at the ceiling, I prayed to the air above to give me strength to not make a move on the boy.
He was perfect in so many ways, and if I had his full consent, I’d happily help him out with his little issue that was going on. But I didn’t have his okay, therefore I wasn’t touching him there unless it was to clean him. Even then, I wasn’t comfortable touching him more than a quick wipe-down.
After another handful of thrusts, Oakley moved even closer, halfway laying on me, one of my legs between his and nearly his entire upper body lying on mine. My peck was still in his mouth, nose pressed against my skin.
I wasn’t sure how he was breathing like that, or comfy, but his hips still sought out pleasure.
How long had it been since he found a release? Had he ever found one before? Did I even want to know the answers to those questions?
Gritting my teeth together, I could do nothing but let him take the pleasure his body sought. I could have stopped him, but that’d either leave him in a panic over what he did, or in complete embarrassment. Or possibly both.
It was likely he’d remember what happened when he woke up anyway, or not at all.
I wasn’t sure what I’d prefer.
Either way, it didn’t help matters at hand right now. Now when as he humped against me, his movements caused my tight underwear to move just enough that my cock started to leak a bit.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, I thought.
I was scared to move more than to breathe as Oakley continued humping my leg, a bit harder as he sought release.
Another long moan escaped his throat as he thrust once more, exploding against me. His hot cum coated my underwear.
It was official. This boy was going to be the death of me.