Chapter 15
Trace
The bedroom is dark. My little mouse is under the covers. The covers are pulled to her chin. I chuckle. She is fucking adorable with her eyes wide and her gaze homed in on my package beneath my gray sweatpants hanging low on my hips.
With a different girl, I’d grab my crotch and stroke my randy beast through my pants. With Sorrow, I approach the bed with slow steps after closing the door behind me with a resounding click.
We’re alone in the house.
The message is made more evident with the click.
We’re alone in her bedroom.
“Trace?”
“Are you scared, little bird?”
“I’m a bird now and not a mouse?”
“You grew wings, Sorrow.”
Her eyes widen, and her face softens. She likes my words.
“Come here.” She lowers the covers and pats the spot alongside her.
I give her the truth that I know will scare the fuck out of her.
“My darkness wants to come out and play, beautiful. Will you let it?”
Her body trembles. She sits, taking the covers with her. Sorrow clutches them to her chin.
“Is this how you’ll teach me to never speak with happiness about another guy, by scaring me?”
“Are you scared or turned on, baby?”
“I . . . I’m not saying.”
“Because it’s the truth?” I stop at the foot of the bed.
“Because it’s too embarrassing to tell you.”
“First lesson, when you’re in a dark room with a guy who turns you on, be truthful. It’ll only turn him on more.”
“Okay, well, I’m . . .” She visibly swallows. Moonlight streams through the big windows. “I’m wet, and I ache.”
I drop my voice to a low, husky timbre. “How wet? Tell me specifically where you ache.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, and I am falling for this sweet, innocent girl.
“Use the crass words, beautiful,” I command.
“My bottoms are soaked.”
“With what?”
Her eyes snap open. Her nostrils flare. “With my pussy juices, okay? And my pussy aches.”
Satisfaction pulses through me and settles in my cock, my very hard cock. “That’s good.” I praise her for her honesty and for following instructions. “That’s very good. Perfect, really.”
She crosses her arms. “Come here already. Stop scaring me. Teach me a lesson. Make me feel good.”
“This lesson’s not about pleasure, little bird. This one’s about pain.”
She gulps. Her hand flits to her throat. “Pain?”
“Yes, gorgeous.” I climb onto the bed and crawl to her on my hands and knees.
My gaze never leaves hers. It’s dark, and the moonlight is hiding the obvious.
There’s color high on her cheeks, she’s breathing fast, her chest moving in and out, and she is trembling from head to toe with fear and desire.
I eat up her fear. It’s a different fear than before I agreed to this experiment.
When she moved in, Sorrow was scared because she didn’t know what to make of me.
Did I hate her for suddenly dropping into my neatly planned life?
Yeah, at first I did. Did I resent her for moving to the main house and stopping any extracurricular activities I had on the side when my parents left for business trips? Absolutely.
When the cats are away, the mice will play.
Or more like I was the hungry predator, hoarding and playing with my food before I devoured them whole.
Girls loved it when they heard my parents were gone on another work trip.
They hit me up left and right to come over and swim in the pool, followed by sex in my bedroom.
It’s the reason I chose to give Sorrow her lesson in her bedroom. I don’t want her in the bed I’ve brought other girls to. But that’s ancient history. I easily pick up Sorrow’s thin, petite body and put her down with her head close to hanging off the foot of the bed.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“Worshipping your body before you follow my command.”
“Clothes stay on, remember? No intercourse. Touching through our clothes.”
“I’m not planning on breaking your rules, Sorrow.”
“Okay, well”—she chews on her bottom lip—“have at it.”
She stretches her arms above her head. Her T-shirt pulls up, giving me a view of her flat abs and flawless skin.
I cock a brow. “Have at it, like I’m sitting down for a feast?”
“Yes,” she says in a soft voice. “You’re the predator. You caught me. Now you’re going to eat me.”
I chuckle. “I like to torture my catch before I go in for a taste.”
“Then torture me already.” Her eyebrows angle low to her nose.
“Something bothering you, beautiful?”
Grabbing her ankles, I yank her to me. With my luck, I’ll pounce, and she’ll slide off the bed and hit her head.
“You picked this bedroom rather than yours for a reason.”
This girl is smart. I fall harder.
“Guilty.”
I move up and bracket my arms near her head with my body over hers, but my weight off hers.
There’s uncertainty on her face. The fear is gone and replaced with jealousy.
The predator in me should chortle with satisfaction that she’s jealous, but a different emotion I won’t acknowledge insists I tell her the truth.
I cradle her face in my palm and skim the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I haven’t had sex in over six months, Sorrow.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s impossible for a guy like you, and why would you tell me that?”
I pull her on top of me. She gasps. I capture her surprise with my mouth on hers with a peck, then an Eskimo kiss, followed by my eyelashes on the arch of her cheek. She melts into my arms, her body relaxing full on mine, and I am in heaven.
It doesn’t mean I give up on teaching her a lesson. I have to reassure her first that she has no reason to be jealous.
“I told you because I don’t want the idea of me with another girl fucking with our experiment and your head.
Also, I told you about my last time having sex so you’d know it’s torture to be around you and not be inside you.
You tempt me with your body, how you look at me like I’m the shit, your smarts, and how strong you are here”—I touch her head—“and here”—I touch the spot above her heart.
“To me, there’s been no girl before you, and there sure as fuck better not be a guy before or after me. ”
What I said is dangerous to my heart and my belief in keeping my emotions locked down, but at this moment, with this beautiful, smart, and innocent girl on top of me, looking at me with tears in her eyes, I couldn’t give two fucks.
“Trace.” Her tears fall, and she buries her face in my neck. “How can you say all those things when you barely know me?”
“Let me, and you’ll see I’m speaking the truth.”
“Can I take a rain check on the lesson? Can you stay the night and hold me? I . . .” She shakes her head, her nose rubbing back and forth on my skin, her tears wet drops of emotion on my neck. “The nightmares are getting worse. I’m not sleeping well. Maybe I’ll sleep better if you’re with me.”
How can I refuse her?
“Done.”