Chapter １４

It was as if he had peeled back my skin to expose my bare flesh and bones. going under the surface to the hidden area surrounding my heart and burrowing in. "Nobody really wants that."

David's brows sag in thought. We know you didn't really mean it.

“Please.” There was a sudden and terrible tightening in my throat. It's the truth, and we both know it. I have improved, yet I am still untidy. That's the type of muddle no one needs in their life. Certainly not for very long.

He lets go of me and flops to the floor. Now when I'm lying on the bed and he's on his knees, our respective heights are virtually identical. David pokes my skull. Put an end to it.

A resounding "Oh, certainly. I'll go to work on it right now. Bam! The harm is completely repaired. The snap of my fingers.

Suddenly, his face hardens into a scowl, and he grabs my neck, forcing me to the floor. I just give in to it. There's no point in it for me. Although I have only dabbled with kink on occasion, my little experience has taught me that I desire the letting go as much as I dread it. The final Domme I played with, the one with all the strap-ons, forced me to come six times, and each time I did, I burst into tears. She dealt with it beautifully and helped me recover, but that incident made me wary of furthering my involvement in the kink scene.

I'm not looking for a close examination.

Things are different with David. My whole harsh exterior has been exposed to him by now. How could he fail to see them when he was beside me on the worst nights of my life?

To paraphrase, "That's been your issue from the beginning, birthday girl." He runs his fingers down my torso, pausing at my underwear. You're trying much too hard, man. Put an end to it.

“Wow.” In any case, I don't come off as mushy when I speak. Wow, look at that; you fixed my damage problem, and now you fixed my overthinking problem. David, you should be compensated for your efforts. You might earn a fortune catering to the broken hearted affluent tots.

It's not a verbal response from him. It's nothing more than him shoving my legs apart and slapping my pussy with some force. Then I scream and throw my arms in the air. I mean, really, what are you doing?

Am I spoiling the pity party by showing up? His eyebrows go up. “Sorry.”

I spit out, "I detest you," with determination. Although I was more astonished than wounded by the smack, I have no intention of admitting as much. “You’re such a dick.”

If you keep up this line of thinking, I'll have to give you another spanking instead of letting you suck this gorgeous pussy as we both desire. That's a real shame, wouldn't you say?

I pucker up to retort, but catch myself in time. Is it worth it to me to risk not getting to enjoy David's tongue because I pushed back? Not at all!

When he still has his hands spread wide, he gives me a little massage on my thighs. You mentioned having your own expectations for the events of tonight. Inform me.

"While you're down on me, you want me to tell you?"

She's a shrewd cookie. That's it, that's what I've been looking for.

He better not be as deft with his tongue as he is with his fingers, or else I'm in for a long day of trying to focus on anything he says. Is it possible that now is not the right time? A later time could be better if I inform you."

"If you stop, then I will."

My mouth watered at the thought. “Okay.” That's something I'm capable of doing. I'm certain I can pull this off.

But now that David is nuzzling my pussy through my pants, I'm having second thoughts. I stare at him for a while, trying to memorize the sight. That evening will be one that I will want to relive forever.

He hesitates as his tongue slithers over the delicate lace. “Anna.” His tone of caution is all I need to let my tongue slip.

I slink back down into the bed and moan as his tongue runs over me once again. The combination of his smooth lips and scratchy beard causes my naked flesh at the top of my thighs above my stockings to vibrate. To paraphrase, "I want to reenact my birthdays."

David hesitates. “Explain.”

Maintain your momentum.

His only reaction is to stick his tongue out from under my pants. He's a fucking tease, and I want to repay the favor as soon as I can. While I may groan, I have no intention of stopping him. I gasp for air as he spreads me out and licks on my clit through my pantyhose. This chemical has existed for a very long time. I want…" You should probably just let it all out. There must be nothing absolutely off-limits after what we've already spoken to one other. I blurt out hastily, "I want to relive my birthdays and do today what I wanted to do then."

The man raises his head and fixes it on mine. After that, Anna, what was it that you wanted to do?