Fragile Truths (16 page)

I grimaced and closed my eyes in shame as I opened my mouth but his finger pressed against my lips to halt my words and he sighed deeply, “No, babe. Open your eyes, I want to see your desire as well as hear it.”

Bloody man!

I snapped my eyes open angrily. “Do you have to make this so difficult?” I grumbled but his lips twisted in humour.

“You want to feel me. You want me to slide my fingers into your heat, feel how wet you are for me, how hot and needy I make you.” His words were like liquid fire in my belly as my arousal swelled and prepared my pussy for his invasion. “I know how good your pussy feels around me, babe. I know how well my cock fills you, how powerful you clench around me, how it loves to feel me. How hard I make you come.”

“Stop!” I begged on a whisper as my chest heaved.

He slipped his hand over my arse again, the touch soft and light and far from enough. “Then tell me, Frankie, Tell me what you want. Don’t be ashamed, I can guarantee your words will drive me fucking crazy and my cock hard.”

I pulled in a breath and looked at him resolutely, “Touch me.” He smiled but quirked a brow at me and I rolled my eyes, “Please.”

His lips twitched harder before he barked out a laugh and a flush covered my neck and face. “I wasn’t pressing for your manners,” he chuckled. “I was waiting for you to tell me where you want me to touch you.”

“Oh,” I whispered and dropped my eyes.

He waited silently and patiently, his eyes softly locked on mine. I squeezed my eyes closed. “Touch my pussy.”

He inhaled deeply and I sank my teeth into my lower lip when his hand slid down from my bottom and cupped my sex lightly. “Good, now open your eyes and tell me again.”

“Oh God,” I grit my teeth and opened my eyes. I needed this with a desperation I’d never felt before so I found the daring from somewhere deep inside me and secured his eyes. “Touch my pussy, Tate; I need you to make me come.”

He shivered and I glowed internally when his eyes fired and he bit into his lip, “Sweet fucking Jesus, Frankie.”

His mouth crashed onto mine again as his finger slid between my pussy lips and traced the length of my sex, teasing and tormenting as he trailed around the edge of my entrance but didn’t give me the pleasure of slipping in. “Tate,” I growled against his lips as I nudged my hips and encouraged him to douse the fire in me.

He relented and watched my face as he slid a finger inside me. “Holy fuck, you’re on fire and so damn wet, so fucking wet with need for me.”

I nodded as a shiver racked my body in delight. “Yes, for you.”

He slid in and out of me slowly, another finger joining the first and increasing the pleasure. “You like me touching you Frankie, you like it when I’m inside you?”

I nodded again and tilted my hips, inviting him to thrust harder as my arousal needed something extra, something I wasn’t sure I could identify but had always been there with the previous men I had been with. The urgency in me had never been sated but as I locked my gaze on Tate’s hard one, his dominant control demanding I obey and give him everything, I could feel the throb inside me deepening.

“Tate…” I pleaded on a harsh breath.

He frowned at me and then studied me, “What do you need?”

“Harder, please”

I was panting and squirming on his hand like a slut, trying to take from him something –
anything
to fill the emptiness eating away at me.

“No,” he said with narrow eyes. “It’s not harder you need is it?”

I swallowed and ground further onto his fingers, my teeth clenched as my body was wound so tight I was literally humming in agony. “Please…” I begged on a sob.

He growled and thrust his hips into the side of me, his erection digging into the side of my thigh. “Can you turn to your side?”

I nodded and shifted slowly, grimacing but shivering as my body squealed in pain. My eyes shot open as a jolt of electricity coursed through my veins like a scorch of bliss when the pain connected with the aroused adrenaline in my system. 

Tate smiled wickedly at me and nodded, “Yeah, that’s what you want isn’t it.”

I started to panic as my body flushed with shame but Tate quickly shook his head and gripped my hair, yanking at it harshly and triggering a jolt of pleasure to curl through me. “You need the pain, don’t you?”

I stared at him but his eyes heightened the lust in me as his cruel smirk lit something like a firework inside me, the coldness in his expression exploding tiny bolts of ecstasy into my brain. His grip left my hair and he leaned closer to me, “You need to be a whore for me, don’t you?” I yelped when he grabbed my breast roughly, his fingers digging in so hard I knew he would leave bruises. Yet, I came to life beneath him; my body became animated with both his harsh words and his harsher touch. “You need to be my whore, my filthy little slut.”

I whimpered and shivered as he plunged two fingers into me brutally. “Say it,” he demanded as his teeth angrily chewed on my neck. “Tell me who you are, Frankie.”

“I’m a whore!” I panted as I felt the approach of an orgasm that I knew would blast my brain into nirvana and my body into the heavens.

“No,” he snarled as his mouth lowered to my breast and his teeth grazed my swollen nipple. “You’re
my
fucking whore!”

My body burst in ecstasy and my mind shattered when he bit cruelly around my nipple and pushed his fingers deep inside me, his knuckle grazing my clit. “That’s it baby. Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me.”

I couldn’t breathe as my brain fought for something to latch on to. He had launched me into an orgasm so fierce I had soaked him, my cum drenching the dingy mattress beneath us as my whole body tightened. My back screamed in torture as I twisted unforgivingly against him.

He smiled gently at me as he wiped my tears away. “Holy fuck. You amaze me, Frankie. Every single time. It’s like you were born to enchant me.”

I smiled up at him timidly, “Thank you.”

He scowled at me and stroked his thumb across my cheekbone, “Don’t thank me. Fuck, I have never enjoyed pleasing a woman so much in my life. You came alive beneath my touch, my Capella, you…”

I stared at him in shock as my body erupted in goose bumps and my lungs tightened.

He closed his eyes in distress and I stumbled off the bed in shock as my body trembled violently. “You… What…”

I couldn’t form words; my brain had gone into shock as I moved my hands frantically in no particular order. “You… you… you’re… him!”

Tate

Arghhhh, fucking shit! Shit, shit, shit.

She was staring at me like I had suddenly spouted horns and leeches were sucking on my face. “Frankie…”

I reached for her with a trembling hand but she shook her head vehemently. “I…”

She couldn’t form words and I started to worry when the blood drained from her face and she paled immensely. “Sit down,” I ordered, positive she hadn’t heard me when she continued to pant as her body slid into shock.  “I said – sit down.” I grabbed at her and she strangely let me, her body wary but also lax as she continued to struggle with the information.

I led her back to the bed and crouched before her but her eyes remained fixed on a random point on the back wall. “Frankie, please, let me explain.”

She lowered her eyes to mine, the sorrow in them ate at me but I swallowed back the ache and stared at her resolutely. “Be my guest.” She said suddenly, anger now working through her vigorously. “But tell me one thing.” I held her gaze, determined to answer as truthfully as I could. “Did you know who I was when we… when we had sex in your office?”

Fuck!

“No,” I lied.

She narrowed her eyes on me and I kept mine as regulated as possible when the untruth burrowed within me and I hated myself even more. She nodded and the simple action restarted my heart again. “I…” Shit, now the lie would have to be stretched even further if I was to stop her from loathing me, hating what I was. “I saw your moles when we woke in here and they first switched on the lights.”

Something crossed her face and she regarded me warily, “Then why didn’t you say something? Why lie to me when I asked you about the dandelion field?”

I licked at the dryness of my lips as my heart thumped angrily with each more lie. I leant into her, my mouth hovering above her ear as the smell of sweat on her body and the scent of stale blood made me aware of what she had been through, “Because if they are aware that we have a connection, even the slightest connection, they will use it against us.”

I could feel her eyes on me as I stood up and walked into the bathroom. She followed behind me, her suspicion still lingering heavily in the air between us, “While I agree with that, that still didn’t stop you from telling me in secret.”

I sighed heavily. She wasn’t going to let this drop now and I needed to come up with a story quick. “Babe, really, you are looking into this more than needs be,” I muttered, hoping my blasé attitude would change the scent and put her off. “It was just something I noticed and the memory just flickered somewhere in the back of my mind.”

She was silent behind me as I started to fill the old but immaculately clean tub. I reached around, doing my best to keep my eyes from her and remain nonchalant as I scoured through the cupboard. “So no big deal,” I finished as I shut the door when I couldn’t find any oil to mix with the bath water and turned back to her.

The hurt and sorrow on her face caused me to freeze as my knees locked and my gut tightened. “So… you don’t… remember that day much?” Her voice was quiet and tight and I watched her throat bob as she swallowed heavily.

Oh God, shit, now what? If I told her the truth, that I remembered every single fucking second, every single smell, every single word she had whispered, every single expression that had crossed her face and every single thought process that had enveloped me, then she would think I was some freak that shadowed and idolised her – which of course was true. But, on the other hand, if I lied and told her I didn’t remember anything, that strangely seemed to hurt her, then I would seem like a cruel bastard – which of course was also true. But right now, my brain couldn’t decide which way to take it, and as I looked up at her expectant face, I swallowed my hatred and braced myself. “Not much really, you?”

She smiled faintly, yet very falsely, and shook her head a little, “No, not much.”

I stared at her. She obviously did remember. Was her memory as clear as mine, had she felt the connection between us that night as much as I had? But why? She had been a child, merely a little girl and I’m quite sure the emotions that had developed in me hadn’t been probable at her age.

She stared back for a moment, her eyes vulnerable yet deeply sheltered until she blinked and tipped her chin towards the bath. “Watch the water.”

I blinked then shook myself and reached for the taps, turning the water off before I checked the temperature and gestured for her to climb in. She frowned but then shrugged. She grabbed the edge of the bath to help steady herself as she lifted a leg but then hissed and grabbed her hand desperately. “Let me see,” I demanded. She held it out and I studied the thickness of the bandage covering the stump that now resided where her finger had been. Anger coursed through my blood stream, its potency grabbing at my chest and making it difficult to breathe. “I can’t believe Jude would do this.”

“It wasn’t Jude,” she disclosed as I helped her into the bath, the curve of her delightful spine calling out for my fingers to trace along. “It was Yard.”

I frowned but cringed when my eyes landed on the erosion in her back, then another just above her hip. She slid down and choked on a gasp as the water savaged her wounds. “Grit your teeth, the pain will subside in a moment, but make sure to keep your hand dry.” I told her as I knelt beside her. She nodded then I watched as her body relaxed when the water eased her muscles and gave her a sense of comfort, “Better?”

“Much.” She sighed then looked at me with a warm smile, “Thank you.”

I picked up the soap, looking and failing to find a sponge before lathering it in my hands. “So Jude didn’t hurt you?” She shifted her gaze away as I began washing her, slowly letting my hands slide over her perfection, idolising the shape and feel of her under my fingers.

“He…” she shivered and I ached as I watched the pain the memories brought. “He, Jude hurt me a little but Yard, he’s something else, there’s this darkness in him that is so potent it’s almost physical.” I scoffed, completely agreeing with her. “You know him”?

“I wouldn’t say
know
him, but I’ve had dealings with him before.”

She frowned at me but looked away as her cheeks flooded with heat when my fingers glided over her perfect tits, the plump flesh firm but succulent. I bit my lip as my dick throbbed even harder, my erection still angry at me since the torture of watching her come apart in my hands. “Why are you embarrassed when I touch you?”

She flicked her gaze to me then lowered her eyes to my neck. “I’m… I’m not embarrassed, well not really. It’s just…” I nodded in encouragement when she paused. “Well, no one has ever… touched me like you do.” She shrugged and left her eyes on my neck.

“Like what?” More shame filled her and I frowned. “Who hurt you, Frankie?”

She stilled and I noticed the tic in her jaw pulse rapidly. “No one.”

I trailed my finger down her breastbone, watching her chest heave as a line of goose bumps followed my touch. “I don’t believe you. I think someone made you feel dirty once, I think...”

“I don’t care what you think!” she snapped making me jolt in surprise. “My life is of no importance to you.” She snatched up the soap from where I had placed it on the edge of the bath side and proceeded to wash herself, dismissing me immediately. She ignored me as I watched her, the twitch in her jaw winding me up as her insolence brought on my dominant trait.

I stood and sighed heavily but bit my tongue as I left her to it and walked back into the other room before I said something to her out of anger. It was plain to see that someone had once humiliated her, made her feel like the little slut she so wanted to be and I was now aware that was why she fought with herself over these feelings. I was suddenly angry; with myself, with Frankie for letting someone’s ignorance control her and to the person that had done this to her. She came alive with my touch earlier, her need for control, pain and debauchery excited me as much as it noticeably turned her on. There was a passion in her that fuelled my own desire, drove my wicked side into exhilaration and I knew she was my perfect partner; my need for control, depravity and sin matched in her hunger for corruption and submission.