CHAPTER594
I don’t know why I do this to myself; it comes up every so often and I guess after all that’s happened these past months, I am still feeling insecure enough to worry. Worry that I’m abnormal, damaged, and disgusting.
“An awesome freak.” he winks naughtily at me.
“Ha Ha. I’m being serious, Arry. You don’t think I’m weird because sometimes I sort of hurt you?”
Sometimes being a lot; scratching, biting, pushing him around. I’ve even slapped him during sex and made him tie me up and smack my ass before while taking me from behind. The rougher the better and I climax like crazy during those sessions. I still remember the first time I let him cuff me to the bed and screw me like a madman, then turned the cuffs on him. I’ve choked him and urged him to hold me down and choke me. It makes me horny even thinking about it. Although Arrick is always reserved with his roughness and I don’t think I have ever felt the full brunt of what he could be capable of. He never hurts me.
Yes. I’m a freak.
“Have I ever complained? Apart from the numb limb’s thing… No. I like what we do together, I like sex when it’s soft, when it’s passionate and when it’s kinky and rough. I miss it when we go through long periods of no kink—I happen to get crazy turned on when you start scratching me up and throwing your tiny little weight around.”
Well that’s a relief. He’s maybe a freak too.
He does get really wound up when I start making the pushy moves and taking control. He also doesn’t last as long as he gets overexcited but always gets hard for a round two almost instantly.
“Is that a hint?” I ask softly, eyes wandering over his ass as he pulls up a bag from the side of the bed and have to squirm to get my hormones under control. For being sick I am getting so easily heated up it’s weird. Already pondering some rough stuff as soon as I feel better.
“Maybe; do I have to get you drunk?” he has permanent dimples from a hidden smile.
“No. Just not sick and then who knows… You might regret unleashing the beast.” I warn him. Confused that I can go from sick to upset and horny in three seconds flat.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“I need to go and, baby, unleashing your beast made all my dreams come true. Go to sleep. I won’t be long, I love you.”
“I love you more.” I get another kiss on the head and this time he pulls a throw over my upper body as he moves away.
He leaves me laid on the bed in my dress and cardigan and pulls my heels off as he passes my feet to drop on the floor. He takes one last look at me from the bedroom door, smiles, looking crazily gorgeous and leaves me to wait while he fixes my life, again.
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Arrick has been gone for almost two hours and in that time, I have slept, eaten some food and found my way into a tee shirt and leggings on the couch to watch cartoons, snuggled up with one of my many oversized fluffy unicorns. I feel a million times better, despite the gnawing anxiety over what may be happening where he is and yet I am glad I didn’t end up going.
I know I wanted to face this and see out my last days of school, but the thought of facing Claude in that room full of people, made me terrified to the bone. Memories of that court when I faced my father in front of all those people and strangers; it hit too close to the bone and I know I wouldn’t have coped. Being on a slab, being judged and ogled by prying eyes.
Nope, Nope, Nope.
I guess it’s why I ended up throwing up. An extreme reaction to a bout of sheer petrified nerves.
I roll on my back and drop my arm over my head as I watch Tv from a new angle. Janetta wanders in with a fresh glass of orange juice, replaces my unused bowl which is ridiculous and places a plate of fruit in front of me.
“You should take a test mademoiselle.” She smiles sweetly and wanders back out when I give her a clueless smile. I have no idea what she even said, with her accent sometimes being so heavy, I miss words. I pass it off and go back to watching my little pony reruns and check my cell for the hundredth time.
Arry is infuriatingly quiet when he’s taking care of things and I’m so antsy and wound up with this dragging silence. I have changed position on the couch about forty times in the last half hour, I’m so restless.
“Hey” Arry’s voice echoes from the front door almost as soon as I drop my cell and I’m up in a flash with both the surprise and the excitement at him being back."
