Chapter 28
Chee
It was a horrible story. She hated hearing it. She hated seeing Trove in so much pain as he recounted the details.
And she was also proud, in a strange way.
Hearing how he had taken the tools given to him and made them into weapons – literally and figuratively – was incredible.
He screamed for help, but unlike for her, help didn’t come.
So, instead, he helped himself. It was incredible.
Horrible, but incredible. But she didn’t think he saw that yet.
He had become hypersexual as a result of his past, but he also couldn’t bear a female’s touch. So, he indulged with prostitutes.
But she couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t share him that way. However, if he needed to work out that trauma in his past through her body, she was willing to let him use her that way. She was his mate, after all, and there were much worse things than just lying there, accepting multiple orgasms.
“Do you need to tie me up?” She asked, raising her hands. “Would that help?”
Trove stared at her, like he wasn’t believing what he was hearing.
“I don’t know that this is the healthiest coping mechanism,” she admitted with a shrug. “But I don’t know that it’s the worst. Especially if it’s focused only on me. Can that be our deal? Like, do whatever you need to do, but only do it to me?”
“You would…” Trove shook his head. “Chee, I don’t want to use you like that.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You’re not a prostitute. You’re not just a nameless female I’m paying for the night.”
“Exactly,” she nodded along. “I’m your mate. And I want to help you through this. And if this is our starting point, so be it. Everyone heals differently and at different paces, and I’m willing to meet you where you’re at. And right now, you’re here. So, hands tied or just out of the way?”
Trove continued to stare at her for a long moment.
She wiggled her fingers with her wrists pressed together, illustrating her point.
Waiting for him to decide. Waiting for him to accept her offer.
And trying to prepare herself in case he said no.
She couldn’t force him to accept her, after all. If he didn’t want this…
“Hands tied,” he finally said, only a hint of guilt in his voice. “Not forever. Just until I… I…”
“Until you trust I won’t touch you again without your permission?” She finished, easily guessing the ending.
Something flashed in his eyes. Pride and despair. “You are a clever female.”
She beamed, holding out her arms. “I’m an adaptable one as well. And flexible.”
She wasn’t the only one. Trove ripped the belt from his jumpsuit and wrapped it around her wrists, so quick and deft, she barely had time to flinch.
She didn’t recognize the knot, but when he was finished and she tested the tie, it didn’t budge.
It wasn’t super tight, and the cloth wasn’t harsh against her skin, but it wasn’t going anywhere.
Chee let out a cry of surprise when Trove suddenly shoved her back onto the bed.
She clenched her fingers together and forced herself to put her hands over her head.
She immediately had the urge to grab him, to hold onto him for stability as he moved over her.
To resist, she shoved them into the bed and clenched them tight to keep them there.
“I want you to scream,” Trove said, focusing her back on his face as he grabbed her shirt. “I want you to shake. I want you to come until you lose your mind. And when you’re begging me to stop, that you’re too sensitive, I’m going to keep going. I won’t stop until I’m done. Understand?”
She nodded. Not entirely sure she did, but willing to go along with it.
Her orgasm last night had been great, but the way it suddenly ended when he ripped away from her had stopped it early. She wasn’t even able to enjoy the aftereffects. She was eager to get to know the proper way it should end, enjoying the sweet afterglow of an orgasm.
Even as she had that thought, Trove grabbed her neckline in both hands and, with a single, hard jerk, ripped the entire thing in half.
Chee gasped, surprised to find her nipples suddenly exposed to the air.
But before she could grasp what just happened fully, he was grabbing her pants and yanking them down off her legs.
Her shoes, her pants, they hit the ground at the same time he was grabbing her legs and pushing them apart and returning to her.
He didn’t give her the same long, slow build up that he gave her last time.
It was more like a full frontal assault on her pussy.
He locked in on her clit like he had never been separated from it.
No mercy, no teasing, he bit her labia, lapped at her entrance, and practically folded her in half, giving himself better access.
It was a shock to her system. One she was at least slightly prepared for, because she knew what was coming, but she wasn’t ready for just how harsh and vicious it was. How immediately he would take from her.
But it still wasn’t until her first orgasm that she finally understood.
Chee took care of herself. She had been saving herself for Trove, for the male she was going to love the rest of her life.
So, when she masturbated, she’d bring herself to completion, enjoy the aftereffects, then move on with her life.
She didn’t attack herself, she didn’t try to give herself sensory overload, she didn’t keep using her fingers to torment herself.
Trove did.
He attacked her clit like it offended him.
He pressed his fingers against her entrance, purposefully stretching and stroking it, pushing her open for him.
Slowly but so deliberately she couldn’t ignore what he was doing.
And it didn’t stop when she came. He only redoubled his efforts, even as she wiggled and tried to get away.
The smack of his hand against her thigh, loud but not at all painful, made her cry out and jump, but he didn’t stop. He kept attacking her.
And that’s what this was. It was an attack. It was him assaulting her with pleasure for his satisfaction. For his own control. This was in no way about her. She was a vehicle for what he needed. For the emotions he was trying to work through.
The fact that it felt good was a benefit for her, not the point.
“Trove!” She yelled for him, her eyes rolling back as her belly cramped. Her hips were shaking, almost like she was trying to grind into his face and get away at the same time.
He wasn’t letting her come down. He wasn’t letting her relax. The endless assault was only extending the orgasm until the rush of ecstasy had a painful edge that brought tears to her eyes.
But he still didn’t stop. He slurped and licked at her until she was thrashing. Trying to pull back. To give herself some semblance of a break.
He didn’t let her.
And then, somehow, it got worse in the best way.
His fingers, in their slow plunge into her body, finally got deep enough that he could curl them upwards. And when he did so, she found out that she did, indeed, have a G-spot. And more than that, he found and massaged it like someone had given him instructions.
Her toes curled into hard knots until her lower legs were shaking.
It was never ending. He gave her no quarter, no mercy. And since it never eased off, she never got the space she needed to recover at all. He played with her body like it was a toy, just endlessly, ceaselessly, winding it up.
And he kept good to his word. He didn’t stop even when she was crying. He did more.
The massaging of his fingers inside her body began with him slowly penetrating in and out.
Then that turned into him quickly fucking her with them.
Slamming two, then three fingers into her, creating a wet, sucking, smacking sound that rang in her ears.
She didn’t even know her body could make that sound.
Then, there was a new pressure. A very different, unfamiliar pressure. She was so overloaded, she had trouble even recognizing where it was coming from. Isolating it from the heated electricity burning her nerves to ashes was impossible.
But it was such a strange, unusual pressure. Almost painful. Unexpected. Unfamiliar.
Stretching. Pressing. Invading her ass.
He was pressing his thumb into her ass!
Chee gasped, but she couldn’t make words. Her mouth, open wide and trembling, couldn’t do anything but struggle to breathe. Her eyes were wide open, but she saw nothing.
He was breaking her, she realized. Absolutely destroying her.
And now she finally understood him. She understood why he did what he did. She understood why he reacted the way he did.
This wasn’t sex.
This was punishment.
This was his bid for control.
He was breaking her, owning her, devastating her.
She screamed.