His little protector (Mxbxb)

Rayn(14)

Rayns pov:

I laid on the bed, catching my breath as best as I could. Hearing water in the other room as Master drew a bath for me.

Being cared for was weird, it wasn't normal, I should be in my kennel waiting for masters orders.

But this, was kindness, this was being cared for.
Andy came back into the room drawing me out of my thoughts.

"Alright, I'll get you a change of clothes, you can go get in the bath. I added some bubbles, but make sure the temperature is okay, I don't need you burning yourself again," I shyly glance to the floor, as I remember my accident from earlier. My body was aching and a bath sounded amazing, the last time I took a bath was when my mother was still alive.

I made my way into his bathroom, which was beautiful, I have been in houses that were smaller.
I felt the water, which seemed like a perfect temperature.

Slowly stripping down my clothes hit the ground.
Don't look in the mirror Rayn. It won't end well.

I shudder as I slowly gazed up to the mirror. My small figure stared back at me.

My cheeks were sunken in, I looked hideous, it was obvious why Andy didn't want to have sex with me.
I sucked in my rib cage, trying to hide the fat on my stomach. As I pinched the skin it almost made me want to throw up.

My visible scratches on my wrist and thighs could be seen, I'm sure Andy saw it. He probably thought they were disgusting and sickening just like I did.

I never really cared about my body, till Andy.

Maybe it's because, I want to be good enough to stay...

I turned around and twisted my head to see the horrid scars my masters have left. I shuddered at them, tears filled my eyes slightly.

I turned back around seeing the fresh marks Andy left, seeing those were different, they weren't left out of hatred and cruelty.

They were from pleasure, I felt a little bit in control with Andy, I knew if I told him to stop he would stopped.
My arms wrapped around my small frame, to feel the raised scars on my back.

A tear slipped down my face, when Seth, left them I was easily in my lowest point, I would've been totally okay with him killing me.
I gave up with him, I let him do whatever he wanted, I didn't fight back like I normally did.

He scared me too much, now I regret not fighting back, I wish I did better...for Andy.

I scratch my back softly, my arms were tight around me. As tears fell down my face, I was only in my boxers.

I hated my scars, I hated it all. I hated the memories that followed.

The door clicked open,

"Here's, some clothes- shit...sorry I thought you were in the bath already..." Andy burst into the room.

I didn't miss the way his voice hitched as his eyes scanned my body,

He saw...

He saw what I was keeping from him.

Everything I was avoiding.

The deep engraved scars of Seth's name carved into my back.

My breaths became heavy, my lungs felt like they were closing.

I grabbed my shirt fumbling with it trying to cover myself.

Andy rushed over. "It's okay..." he whispered. My hands were trembling as he wrapped his arms around me.

I felt my knees give out, as I fell into his arms.
His grip tightened, as we sat on the ground. My chest rose and fell quickly.

"Y-you can't see...no, please..." I begged.

"L-leave!" I shouted through my tears.

"Hey, you need to calm down, I'm sure you had no control...it's okay." He stroked my hair.
I shook my head against his chest.

"I-I should've fought back! I-I gave up."

"No, baby, you don't deserve the things that have been done to you..." he whispered, as he kissed the top of my head.

"Rayn, these scars prove how fucking strong you are, you don't deserve any of it, but you fought so hard, I'm so proud of you for that...you didn't give up...if you would have given up...I wouldn't be able to hold you right now."

"Exactly! I wouldn't be here, causing you stress! Having to deal with me!" I shouted with frustration.

"Hey hey hey, stop that..." he whispered.

"You don't want me! You only have to deal with me because you feel sorry for me!"

"That is not true Rayn! I'm trying! I'm trying to figure this out, to make it work, to make us work..." he whispered the last part. My stomach fell.

I couldn't speak...he wanted to make things work...
He wanted me...? Like for real?

"That is, if you want it..." he spoke softly when I didn't respond. I wiped my tears, quickly and forced myself to swallow as my throat was raw.

"Of course, I-I do, I've never felt...safe with someone like I do with you..." I whispered. I twisted in his arms to see his soft smile.

I huffed. "Fine you won't do it...I will." I stood up, putting my hands on my hips.

"Andy! Will you be my...partner...boyfriend...owner or whatever?" I blushed slightly.

He smirked grabbing my wrist and pulled me back down, he wrapped his arms around my waist as I rested mine on his shoulders, he stared into my eyes, for once I didn't feel the need to look away, I could see they were filled with happiness as he smiled, he pressed his lips to mine passionately.

"Is that a yes?" I spoke shyly.

"Of course it is." He chuckled.

"Even if we never have sex! I just...you really make me feel...safe..." I whispered.

"I'm glad I do." He cupped my face as he kissed me again.
It was longer this time, sparks flew, I never shared intimate kisses with my other masters.

It was never like this, that alone thrilled me.

His hand fell to my lower back, his hand resting on my raised scars, as he pulled me into him, making my back arch.

I loved every time he touched me. I never felt, sick or gross, like I wanted to scrub my skin off like I used too. I cherished it.

I just hope he felt the same.

Not Rayn, pulling some dominance??

What were Andy's thoughts on Rayns scars?
How do you think it'll go when Rayn comes to crates, Andy's bar with him?

This story is truly only just beginning and I love it! :)