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trembling thighs and back up to her hot pussy. She soaking wet for me.

“You asked for this.” I tell her, dropping the belt on her bed.

Lilly moans before answering, “yes sir.” I’ve learned she needs this, she doesn’t have many punishments anymore. What used to be a method of conditioning. A tool for her training. Has now become the reward. And I’m more than happy to give it to her. I need it too.

I brush my fingers along her folds, ready to pleasure her. But I stop when I see how red and swollen she is. I’ve been using her often and my touch is rough. It’s not surprising that she’s sore.

As I run my fingers from her entrance to her clit, I wait for her to tell me, but she doesn’t. Her forehead pinches and she bites into her bottom lip. I do it again and she closes her eyes tight, but still she doesn’t tell me I’m hurting her. It makes me angry. All this time and she still doesn’t talk to me. She wants me to open up to her, but she can’t even tell me when I’m hurting her? I close my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. She’ll learn, I know she will. She’s almost as stubborn as me, but I’ll teach her.

“Get on all fours,” I tell her as I unbuttoned my pants. I’m still waiting as I get behind her. Putting trust in the fact that she knows to tell me and if nothing else she has a safe word. But she never utters it.

“You asked for a safeword Lilly,” I admonish her, placing my hand on her lower back. “But you’re not even using it.” She stills and looks back over her shoulder at me with frightened eyes. She realizes she’s disappointed me. I leave her to grab the oil, and she gets up from her position ready to protest. Her soft voice apologizing.

She’s breathing frantically until she sees the ointment in my hand.

This’ll make her feel better.

“Did I tell you to move?” I asked her.

Lilly’s quick to get back into position, “no sir,” she breathes. The oil is cool on my fingers, I warm it for a moment, massaging it between my hands before pressing my hand against her pussy. She winces for a moment, sucking a breath between her teeth.

I tell her as I massage her hot cunt, “I don’t want to hurt you. If you desire pain, I’ll give it to you in a way that’s acceptable. But never like this.” Her eyes close as I speak. She should know better. I don’t want to injure her. I can give her what she craves in other ways.

“I’m sorry sir,” she whispers her apology. “I just want to please you.”

“You already do.”

I move my fingers and spread the oil to her puckered hole, gently pressing my finger into her tight ring. My other hand is placed on her lower back as her mouth gapes from the sudden intrusion and she nearly pushes away from me.

“Push back my flower.” Her back curves as she obeys me, my fingers sliding farther in.

There’s not an inch of her that I won’t claim. But only when she’s ready.

Chapter 21

Lilly

I lay in my plush bed, staring up at the ceiling, my breasts gently rising and then falling with each breath. I can’t stop thinking about Joseph. All the things he’s gone through. The terrible life he’s had.

I feel for him.

I wish I could be there for him. But he won’t let me. I grab my blue pillow I brought from home and hug it against my chest.

I know why. He wants to appear strong, doesn’t want me to think he’s weak.

He needn’t bother. I know he’s strong, surviving what he’s been through. I close my eyes and shake my head. He just needs to let me in.

I know he drinks when I lay down at night, trying to suppress those unwanted memories, smother those dark feelings. I saw him last night, drinking while writing in his journal. My heart hurt for him, seeing him sitting there vulnerable and in pain. I stare at the journal, now laying on my bed.

I hate to see him when he’s like that. Alone with his thoughts. Consumed by his past. He becomes a different man and puts me aside. I loathe it.

He needs someone to help him get over his past. And I want to be that person.

Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? Be there for him,