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I open the door and listen, my hand on my gun. I hear nothing. I bring her bags in and wait outside her bedroom door, listening before I go in. She’s not in there. The door to my own bedroom is also closed. That’s good. She’s in there waiting for me, like I asked. I hope she’s naked.
I go to the kitchen and pour myself a drink. I’m pulsing with adrenalin, which makes my body tight and I realise my muscles ache, but not from training, from stress. I’ve got to make sure to take more time to unwind. Relax properly. I roll my shoulders out and rotate my head, enjoying the dull pain I feel from the movement.
I listen as I sip the whisky. Still silence. I’m desperate to check on her but force myself to wait. Force her to wait, too. I can’t give up yet. Yes, I want her, but I have to stay in control of the situation and I’m so close to losing it. I want her more than I realised.
I drain the glass, pour some more, then walk to the bedroom. My hand on the door handle, I hesitate, letting the anticipation last a few more seconds before I open it.
She’s in my bed, just as I asked. The covers are pulled up to her neck, her hair framing her beautiful face. She’s staring at me with a mixture of expectation and nervousness that makes me hesitate, but only for a second. I know this will be everything she’s expecting. And more. I assume my little bird is naked beneath the covers. The thought causes my body to react.
I stride across the room and pull the armchair from the side, position it directly in front of the bed and sit down, watching her. I sip my whisky.
‘Well done, little bird, I know this can’t have been easy for you.’
She doesn’t answer me.
‘I collected everything you asked for. It’s in your room.’ My comment is met with further silence. I tap my fingers on the side of the glass. It’s all I can do to stop myself jumping onto the bed, tearing the covers from her body and fucking her like she’s the last woman alive. But I don’t. I draw it out.
‘Dale, I don’t know how long you’re going to be staying with me, but probably a while longer. Certainly, until your father gets home, which looks like it’ll be sometime next week. So, we need to establish some house rules.’
I run my thumb over the stubble of my jaw.
‘I’m going to protect you while you’re here, Dale. Do you trust me to do that?’
She nods.
‘Come here.’
She hesitates.
‘Dale, do you trust me?’
She considers my question.
‘Yes,’ she whispers.
It’s the first word she’s spoken since I entered the room.
‘Come here,’ I repeat.
Slowly, she peels the covers back and slides out of the bed. She’s not naked but wearing her bra and knickers. The plain fabric of the underwear conceals far too much of her, but at the same time exposes more than I imagined. I long to tear the garments from her body. I’ve been waiting what feels like a long time to see all of her, although it’s only been a matter of days. I hold out my hand as she walks to me and stops before me.
I stand, reach out and cup her cheek, brushing my fingers over the soft skin of her face. Then I unhook her bra, dusting my hands over the straps so they fall from her shoulders to the floor. I slip my fingers through her knickers and sweep those to the floor, too. She doesn’t move, frozen to the spot in front of me. I press my lips to her cheek, breathing in her clean, sweet scent, then I sit back down, leaving her standing naked in front of me. Every inch of me is screaming for her, but I ignore the hot throb of my cock.
I pick up my glass again and take a sip.
‘Do you trust me to protect you, Dale?’
‘Yes.’
‘Say my name.’ My voice is thick; I swear, my lust for her is audible.
‘Yes, Slater.’
The way her pink tongue flicks her front teeth as she pronounces my name makes me long to kiss her. She’s making no attempt to hide her body from me, standing straight, allowing me to take my fill. I stretch out my legs, crossing my ankles in front of me and adjusting my shorts to give my swollen cock some space.
‘Have I protected you before, Dale?’
‘Yes, Slater.’
‘Have I let you down?’
‘No, Slater.’
‘Do you believe I can protect you?’
‘Yes, Slater.’
‘Why?’
‘Because you’ve done it before.’
‘That’s right. I had to kill a man to protect you, little bird. I would do whatever it took to protect you, Dale. But I need you to be able to trust me.’
Reaching forward, I press my hands on her hips, gently turning her so her back is to me.
‘I want you to put your hands on the bed, Dale.’
She does as I say, leaning over. I have to stifle the groan that rises in my throat at the sight of her upturned bottom and rosy pink pussy. I take a moment just to look and she doesn’t move, her gaze on the head of my bed. My eyes fix on her, moisture glistens on her folds and the sight almost sends me over the edge. She’s enjoying this as much as I am. She’s fucking soaked. I swallow, fighting the urge to ram myself deep inside her.
Between the gap in her legs I can see the swell of her breast, her flat stomach hidden by her pubic bone. She’s completely exposed and vulnerable. But she does trust me, completely. It’s clear.
‘If I’m to protect you, I need you to trust me. But I need to trust you, too, Dale. Can I trust you, little bird?’
‘Yes, Slater.’
‘If I tell you not to do something, can I trust you not to do it?’
She doesn’t answer. She knows what I’m talking about. She knows she did the very thing I asked her not to.
‘Can I, Dale?’ I get up and move closer to her. I gently place my hand on the soft flesh of her bottom. A hint of a sigh escapes from her lips as I squeeze the handful of cool skin, kneading it between my warm fingers. My cock throbs furiously in my shorts.
‘Can I trust you, little bird?’ I whisper.
‘Yes, Slater.’
I let my fingers move to her seam, tracing in a line from her bottom down to her pelvic mound. She groans as I slide effortlessly over her wet path, then back again. She’s hot and soft, and deliciously slippery. Gently, I part her, pressing the pad of my thumb into her opening, my fingers scissoring the swollen clit. I rub her, teasing her body, building the pressure of my touch and the speed of my movement. She groans loudly now, no longer trying to suppress it, and that makes me wince against the desire. My cock is on her thigh and I press against her, restraining my urge to grind on her body.
I continue to work her, stroking her harder and faster, dipping my thumb and fingers deeper into her each time. I feel her stiffen as the orgasm builds. I lower myself so my mouth’s close to her ear.
‘I told you not to call your father, Dale.’ My voice is heavy with desire. ‘I forbade it and you disobeyed me.’
Her body tenses, but I keep working her; she’s unable to do anything but respond. I grip her shoulder as she comes on my hand. Her arms give way and she falls forward, my fingers still pressed into her.
I release her and sit back down, watching her throbbing for a long while after the orgasm passes. I swallow my whisky.
‘You will not disobey me again, Dale, otherwise this isn’t going to work. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Slater. I promise,’ she answers from where she lies, on my bed.
She looks so small and delicate. I want to pick her up and hold her tight and fuck her until there’s nothing left.
‘Your things are in your room.’
‘Thank you,’ she whispers.
Her voice is tiny and I immediately regret what I’ve said. I’ve pushed it too far. She’s too innocent. I step forward and try to scoop her up in my arms but she pulls away.
‘I’ll check my things.’ She reaches down and grabs her underwear from the floor and practically runs from my room.