32. Cain
CAIN
Delilah sat on the edge of our bed, wrapped in the plush blanket after a long, hot shower.
She absentmindedly braided her hair over and over again.
Like she needed something to busy her hands with.
Those blonde strands twisting and untwisting between her long, nimble fingers.
It enraged me how John had made her so meek and mild.
My fingers flexed and made a fist as I thought about all Delilah had been put through in my absence. There was no erasing what she’d endured. But maybe… maybe I could help make her future one worth sticking around for.
I rummaged around the bathroom cabinet until I found what I was looking for. Bingo.
The razor felt heavy in my palm. I looked over at her from the open door of the bathroom and took in that haunted, far-away look that was all over her face. Yeah, fuck it. We were doing this.
“Knock, knock,” I said, leaning against the door.
She smiled at me, her demeanor changing instantly drawing her out of wherever she went in her head. Her knees were red and I smiled seeing the evidence of our tryst in the woods leaving marks on her body.
“Hey,” she replied. Then her gaze found the razor in my hand. “What’s that? ”
I waved it in the air. “A razor.”
She rolled her eyes as if to say, no shit, but instead she asked, “What for?”
“Your hair.”
Her mouth popped open. “I don’t think I heard you right. My hair?”
I nodded and walked forward, placing it in her hands, then threading my fingers in her long braid, thumbing it between my thumb and pointer. “Did you know hair holds memories?”
Her blue eyes locked onto mine. “Memories,” she repeated like she was rolling the word and its meaning around in her mind. Her hand found mine, twisting in the golden strands and feeling the soft bumps of her braid, before we both let go.
“You know, he always used my hair as a weapon. As a way to physically control me. He would grab me so hard that my roots would be screaming and hurt for days after. And then he’d tell me to never cut my hair.
How my long hair was a sign of God’s favor.
He said that if I ever cut it, I would lose that favor forever.
” I nodded remembering that she’d told me that before when she’d divulged the last five years.
The thought of him hurting her like that disgusted me. He didn’t deserve her.
She went and grabbed the razor from my hands. “If hair holds memories, then I don’t want to have a single hair on me that he’s touched.”
She clicked the on button and the small device whirred to life, buzzing a million miles a minute.
Then, I watched as she took the razor and made a long, deliberate cut down the middle of her head.
Chunks of blonde hair fell into her lap, and she let out a sound that sounded like half a sob, half a laugh.
Another section of hair went. And another.
Until her lap was covered and her head was sporting a buzzed look, that actually was so fucking hot.
It reminded me a lot of GI-Jane, and I wasn’t complaining.
If I were being honest, I was so fucking proud of her for removing any trace of that douchebag.
I might have handed her the razor, but she took that step into healing all on her own.
It was beautiful and inspiring to see .
“What do you think?” she asked, sounding self-conscious, as her fingers drifted over the fresh buzzed cut.
“I think you’re fierce and stunning.”
Her eyes went wide. “Really?”
I nodded. “Come look,” I said, grabbing her wrist. Internally, I did a small celebration when her first instinct wasn’t to flinch at my touch, but to follow me without hesitation. A testament to how comfortable she’d gotten with me.
When she saw herself in the mirror for the first time, her mouth dropped and she turned her head to the left, then the right. “Holy shit.”
She stepped back and then started laughing. That smile lit up her whole face, and it was fucking beautiful. She turned to face me and put her hands on my shoulders, her face glistening with fresh tears that made her blue eyes sparkle, and a smile so wide it made a dimple in her left cheek.
“Thank you,” she said.
I shook my head. “That was all you. I just handed you the razor.”
She bit down on her full bottom lip. “Do you still want me like this?”
“I’d want you even if you were a worm.”
Her face scrunched up. “Worms can’t do the things I want to do to you.”
“Is that right?”
Her hand went to my pants and my cock surged to life in anticipation.
She sank down to her red knees and pulled my pants down over my hips.
My cock was throbbing and my breath became uneven as she took my dick out, licking her lips as she took in my whole length.
Her hand wrapped around the base as she gave it a firm tug with the perfect amount of pressure.
I wanted to feel those lips of hers wrapped around me.
To see her eyes water as I shot my load down her delicate throat.
Her teeth grazed the tip as her mouth stretched wide, she took me as deep as she could go before she started gagging.
“Relax your throat, angel,” I coaxed, putting my hand on her head.
The fresh buzz cut rubbed against my palm.
She struggled for a moment. Her hand stroked the part of my cock that her mouth couldn’t take as her blue eyes watered.
“Relax,” I said again, and this time she did, fighting her way against the gag reflex.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like that,” I praised.
She cupped my balls then, and my hips snapped forward. With a smirk on her lips, she started massaging them in her hands and fuck me I had to stop myself from shooting my load down her throat right there.
My head tilted back and I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her throat, getting off on the sound of her choking on me.
She took every thrust, swirling her tongue around my tip when I pulled back, then flattening it for me so I could go deeper.
Tears leaked out the sides of her eyes, but she didn’t flinch for a second.
She let me use her mouth until I was shooting my hot load into her.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed me down and I groaned with appreciation at how fucking good it felt, and how fucking hot she looked doing it.
When she stood up, she had a bead of my cum still clinging to the side of her lips. I took my thumb and wiped it, shoving it back into her mouth.
“Don’t want to waste a single drop,” I said.
And like the good fucking girl she was, she licked it off, closing her eyes like she savored the taste of my cum. Yeah, I was so fucking gone for this girl, it wasn’t even funny.