Chapter 7
Seven
Blade
After I finish the most delightful activity of my life—feeding my girl—I wipe her mouth with a damp cloth, lift her off the stool, and settle her on my hip. I can’t resist carrying her. She’s showing signs of fading. She’s too tired to balk when I carry her into my room.
I’m well-aware that her naked pussy is resting against my shirt, and I love it. I also love the way she leans her head on my shoulder and holds me around the neck with one arm.
When I reach my bed, I pull back the covers, lower her onto the sheet, and pull the blankets over her. She rolls onto her side and cradles her injured arm. She needs pain meds. “Why didn’t you put me in the guest room?” she asks softly.
“You’re not sleeping in the guest room, Little one.”
She blinks. “Wait, you already knew that before you brought me up here. That’s why you didn’t show it to me at first.”
“Right.”
“But you didn’t know me at all a few hours ago.”
“I did. I knew enough. Now I know more. And you’re never sleeping without me again. Naps, maybe, but not at night. Let me get you something for the pain. Be right back.”
I head for the bathroom, grab a bottle of acetaminophen, and shake two pills into my hand. After a quick jog back to the kitchen, I return with a sippy cup of water.
I help my girl sit partway so she can take the pills.
“Are you okay with me going to your apartment and packing some things while you sleep?”
“Yes. Thank you.” She grabs my hand. “For everything. You’re making a horrible situation disappear, and I really appreciate it. I pictured myself at a shelter tonight. I never sleep well on a cot in a shelter, and everything is doubly difficult with my broken arm.”
I lean over and kiss her forehead before tucking the covers around her.
“I’m glad you came to me, Little one. I’ll let the guys and Rachell know you’re sleeping while I’m gone, but you’ll be safe here.
No one can get up to this floor without knowing the code or cutting off my thumb to use it for the print. ”
She winces. “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen. It sounds so barbaric.”
I don’t tell her that shit like that happens every day in the dark corners of the world. I’ve personally known of incidents. That’s too brutal for my Little girl. She never needs to know about the darker side of my job.
I sit on the edge of the bed and kiss her temple. I can’t help myself. I want my lips on her. “Is there anything in particular you want me to grab?”
She sighs. “I can’t even think. My computer, of course. Some clothes.”
“Is there any drawer or part of your apartment you’d rather I didn’t see, Little one?” It would be a giant test of my will not to snoop, but I won’t do it. My Little girl deserves some boundaries.
She narrows her gaze at me and then giggles. “If I told you that, it would be the first place you looked.”
“Cross my heart. I won’t invade your privacy.”
“You gave me a bath, Blade. Your fingers swiped over my nipples and through my folds. All lines have already been crossed.”
I smirk. “Little girl, that was nothing. Totally innocent. If you thought that was invasive, your head will spin off when I spread you open, shave your pussy bare, and then thrust my tongue into you.”
She gasps, her wide eyes unblinking.
I lean in close so our faces are inches apart. “Have you ever shaved your pussy before?”
She shakes her head slightly.
“Are you opposed to such a thing?”
She licks her lips and shakes her head again before whispering, “I wasn’t sure if men really liked that.”
“Some do. Some don’t. I don’t mind either way if you decide you don’t like how it feels.” I nuzzle my nose against hers before continuing, “But leave it for me. I don’t want you cutting yourself.”
Her breath hitches and becomes erratic.
“You like the idea, don’t you, naughty girl?”
A slow nod. Her cheeks are red now.
“Next time I give you a bath, then, while your pussy is warm.”
She swallows hard.
“So, your apartment? Anything off limits?”
“No. I’m not that interesting.”
“Vibrators? Other sex toys?” I tease. But also, I’m curious.
Yes, her face can grow redder. She shakes her head.
“So… You can get off with just your fingers?”
Now she covers her face with her casted arm. “We’re not having this conversation.”
“Sure we are.” I gently lift her arm and then both my brows in question.
“Blade…”
“I’m persistent. How do you get off, June? Fingers? Cucumbers? The handle on your hairbrush?”
She groans and says my name in six syllables, “Blaaade…”
“This is important information, Little girl. How will I know what you need if you don’t tell me, especially if your favorite method is something obscure like the bottom of your favorite hot sauce bottle?”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s finally smiling. “That’s silly. I don’t eat hot sauce.”
“You don’t have to ever open the bottle to use it for this purpose.
” I shrug. “For all I know, you wandered down the condiment aisle at the grocery store in search of the best object for masturbation. Now you keep that in your pantry just in case you ever meet a cocky, persistent man like me who moves you into his home and then goes to get things from your apartment. It’s genius, really, because the average man would never realize the soy sauce in your cabinet is outdated by several years, and you don’t like Chinese food anyway.
” It’s hard for me to keep a straight face, but I avoid laughing outright at my own wittiness.
My precious girl giggles again. “I don’t like soy sauce either.”
“I didn’t figure. But now I’ll be examining your pantry and fridge for possible masturbation toys small enough to fit in your sweet cunt, but with outdated labels, or foods I suspect you would never eat.”
“Blade…” She’s still grinning.
I like it. I like this banter. A lot. I want everything with her. Serious, sexy, funny, everything. I snap my fingers. “Oh, I know… Curling iron. Do you have a one-inch, or is it smaller?”
More giggles.
My cock can’t take this.
“June…”
“Fine. I don’t use any of those things. Happy?”
“So, fingers.”
“No, big guy. I don’t masturbate.”
Oh.
Ohhh.
This option wasn’t something I considered. “Ever? You don’t get yourself off?” That’s depressing.
Her poor cheeks are on fire.
“So, I guess it won’t be hard for you to obey me when I forbid it, then, will it?” I say, hoping to sound light.
She drops her injured arm over her eyes again. “It’s not even possible, Blade. Stop it.”
“What’s not possible?” My heart is racing. I’m an idiot. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“It’s not that unheard of. Don’t sound so shocked and smug. Why do men think women lie around masturbating all day?”
I lift her arm. “I’m sorry. You’re right. But I am feeling rather smug. Would you roll your eyes again if I fist-pumped?”
“Why would you do that? Because it pleases you that I can’t have an orgasm?”
“No, silly Little girl. It pleases me that I’ll be the only man to make you come.”
Her next eye-roll includes a long groan. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
Oh, sweet, precious girl. I can’t wait to rock your world.
I smile. Another kiss to her forehead. I have to get out of here before I shove these covers down and eat my girl out right now. It’s tempting, but she’s fucking tired. She needs sleep.
“Stay in bed while I’m gone, Little one. I don’t want you to trip. Wait for me to help you. Do you need to pee before I go?”
“No,” she murmurs.
“Okay. I’ll take you when I get back.”
When she pulls that lip between her teeth and bites down, my cock pushes its way almost out the top of my jeans. “Be good.” I shove off the bed and hurry from the room before I have a chance to say fuck it.
I easily find her keys and phone in her purse. Shit. She needs it. I head back for the bedroom, surprised her eyes are still open. I think I’ve shocked her. She’s probably reeling.
Holding her phone, I say, “Can you open it for me, Little one? I’ll put my contact details in here and a few of the guys’ just in case you need anything. Rachell, too.”
“One, three, nine, seven.”
I like that she trusts me with her password. I quickly add several numbers, leaving mine open so it’s the first thing June will see if she picks it up. I also send myself a text so I’ll have hers.
I plug her phone in and set it on the nightstand. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”
“Yes.”
Fuck, but I can’t resist kissing her again. This time, her lips. “Be back soon.” I rush for the door and jog down one floor.
A brief stop in the office is all I need. I step in, glad Rachell is at the desk. “I’m heading to June’s apartment to get some of her things. I’ll be back as soon as I can. She’s sleeping upstairs. I doubt she’ll wake up. She has your number.”
“Got it. No problem. I won’t let anyone disturb her.”
I’m impressed by Rachell’s ability to refrain from asking ten questions. I bet it’s hard for her.
I turn and head for the elevator. I don’t want to be away from June one minute longer than necessary.