Starting Point - Elle Aycart Page 0,33
that you panic. What is it? Is the skin too sensitive there? Do the scars hurt? Is that’s why you don’t want me to touch you?”
She shook her head and tried to wrench away. Fat chance.
“What is it, boss?”
She was going to keep her mouth shut. No way was she discussing this. Too bad her mouth had other plans. “I lost my breasts.”
“I know, baby. There are much worse things to lose, though.”
“I feel like less of a woman without breasts. It was such a big milestone, growing up, when I graduated from a training bra and could fill out the clothes I liked. Or when I shopped with my friends at Victoria’s Secret.”
“Breasts… don’t define you,” he said slowly.
Her snort sounded bitter, even to herself. “I’m not so sure about that. I lost so much of my sense of self when I lost them.”
“Sorry to break it to you, but you didn’t have any boobs when I met you.”
She let out a laugh. It was amazing that he could still amuse her in the current situation. “Asshole. I was a late bloomer. Of course I didn’t have boobs, but for your information, they developed just fine. I have pics. I can prove it.”
He kissed her temple. “Calm down, boss. I believe you. When I first met you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I still do. Boobs or no boobs—that doesn’t matter to me. It didn’t then and it doesn’t now.”
“Then you were a boy. Now you’re a man.”
He pressed his cock deep inside her. “Do you feel that? I just came and I’m still hard. You do this to me. You. A man can’t fake that kind of reaction. Just like you can’t fake how you react to me.” He cupped her pussy, ripping a throaty gasp from her when he pressed against her clit. “Told you. A total tell. You melt at my touch. You purr, inside and out. Stop squirming every time I get close to your chest. I want to kiss you while I make love to you. And I want to caress you too. I don’t think that’s too much to ask, is it?”
She wasn’t sure she could do that. “Let me go.”
“So you can put up your walls again? I don’t think so. And for your information, you are done hiding behind camisoles. Or offering me your tail so the rest of you can keep your distance. If you want me to fuck you from behind, I’ll happily oblige, but only because you want it, not to ensure I can’t see or touch your chest. Are we clear?”
“You said I could trust you. That you didn’t need to be tied up. That you would follow orders.”
“You can trust me, boss. I haven’t touched you except to hold you in place and fuck you. I don’t recall agreeing to follow orders, though.”
She harrumphed. “So typical.”
“You want to tie me up, I’ll oblige with that too. For fun—definitely not so you can hide that beautiful body under clothes.”
“Does that mean if I get naked, I can tie you up?”
His body shook with his chuckle. Hers too. “Well… I don’t know if I trust you right now. You’re too pissed. I bet you’d let me rot in bed, just to teach me a lesson.”
“What gave me away?” she muttered, trying to get up again.
His hold tightened. “Where do you think you’re going, boss? I haven’t heard you agree to my conditions yet. I want a clear answer.”
She breathed out slowly. Damn military men. Always covering their bases. “Don’t touch the area where my breasts… used to be. About the rest… I’ll try.” That was the best she could do. Any other promise would be a lie.
He must have understood that, because he kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, Meg.”
As he loosened his grip, she scrambled to get up. Being interrogated with that big thing inside of her had been a totally new experience. It might have been pleasant if she hadn’t found out her pussy was a frigging lie detector. On still-shaky legs, she walked to the bathroom.
“My cum dripping off you is a sight to behold. Now, if I could look into your eyes when you come next time, I could die a happy man.”
“Getting demanding, huh?”
“Yes. Everything about you turns me on,” he said. “I want to experience it all.” He got up and followed her to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and looking intently