Bless Your Little Heart

THIRTEEN

My body fell stiff as I felt his eyes staring at me, as if he could see right through me. His words repeating in my head as he stood over me, silent.

I hadn't even moved my hand, I completely froze, only my mind ran wild. Not knowing what was to come next, I slowly brought my hand up to my stomach and sat up, never looking up at him out of embarrassment and fear.

I hear him step closer, kneeling down beside me as I squeeze my eyes back shut. Waiting for a slap, a kick, a punch, anything as a punishment.

"I wouldn't have gave you a bed if all you were going to do was finger yourself in it." His husky voice was a low grumble, now only inches away from my ear.

I couldn't help but blush, feeling his hot breath against the nook of my neck, causing shivers to run down my body. I turned to face him, my cheeks still flushed. I try to speak but find myself unable to gather the words, seeing his lips curl into a smile as he stood back up. "I heard you yah know." He scans my body, looking intently on my legs, his eyes said he had something on his mind. But he didn't say anything else.

I didn't either, my shame and embarrassment could be felt in the room. Why did I do that?! That was idiotic. This isn't like you.

"I'm sorry." I finally speak as the silence killing was eating me alive, I didn't like as he stared down at me. Almost with a disgusted look on his face now instead of the flirtatious smoke that once lived there.

I want that smile back.

I confuse him, his eyebrows furrowing as his mouth fell slightly agape. Revealing his gleaming, pearly white teeth I was jealous of.

"Why are you apologizing?" He knelt back down, bringing his hand to rest on my thigh, I suck in a small bit of air. The warmth always catches me off guard.

"Because," I innocently say, thinking of a way I could get a rise out of the man. I don't know why I so desperately wanted to bug this man, but it was as if I didn't want him to leave.

I know I don't want him to leave.

I need him to stay.

"I was playing with myself, and you weren't here." I look into his dark eyes through my lashes, batting them softly as I speak.

Seeing his jaw tense I got what I set out to do. I wanted to tease him, I wanted him to break this character like he did when he let me sleep in his bed. I know he had a caring side, a loving side, a sensual side. I just had to break down the walls he built up to get exactly where I wanted.

His breathing becomes uneasy, his tongue poking out slightly to wet his lips. Taking a second to scan my body, I use this as an opportunity to lay back down, allowing my shirt I was wearing to ride up. Showing the pale exposed skin of my stomach, begging to be kissed and touched. His eyes flicker down quickly before meeting back with mine.

"Madelyn." He said through gritted teeth, a hint of anger in his voice.

Was he not liking this? He was the one who said he wanted to basically fuck me when I first got here.

I didn't answer him as I trailed my slender hand to the top of my shorts, my other hand following along as it's cuffed. Playing the with hem before grazing past it to overtop of my heat, lightly pressing down as a gasp leaves my lips.

"Madelyn, stop it now." He seethed as his breathing was still ragged, I know he enjoyed it so why was he getting upset with me?

"Or what." I test him as I ever so slightly start to rub my clit, sending small waves to pleasure up my body.

He stared down at my hands as they moved, his eyes following every circle they made. I could see the list in his eyes, the desire, but he didn't act upon it. Instead he yanked my hand away from my body, I responded to the contact as a whimper left me lips, between his grip and the fact he didn't let me touch myself, I was hurting.

"Malcolm." I choked as I jolted up, him responding by squeezing me harder. "Y-you're hurting me." I now has tears brimming my eyes, slowly falling as the pain increased. This isn't what I wanted to happen at al, the complete opposite actually.

He stay silent as he pulls me close to his face, feeling the anger seethe from his pores as his eyes daringly stare into mine. I stare back terrified, feeling hopeless in this situation. Like a child being punished, except my punishment could possibly be death.

"I don't like to repeat myself baby," He didn't try to be nice, his words were cold and harsh, sending me into a frenzy of sobs. "So if I tell you to do something, I expect you to fucking do it." He pulled my ear close to his mouth, making sure I heard every word he said.

"Do you understand?" He put his free hand on my chin and turned it to face him, seeing the once gorgeous man look like a complete monster before me. His eyes were dark, as if he was possessed by the devil himself, the smirk on his face didn't help either.

I answered him in form of a small nod, too scared to do anything else.

"Speak." He spits as he threw me back to the ground, my fragile body hitting the ground with a loud bang. I writhe in pain, knowing Im definitely going to have a bruise tomorrow.

"Yes sir." I speak in a broken voice, all hope and happiness diminished quickly. His words hurt me, more than they should. This man meant nothing to me, yet his words meant everything to me.

I felt as if I had disappointed my parents, been an awful daughter to them. Giving them no choice but to lecture me on how i'm a failure.

"Good girl," He chimed, his body still tense as his soft slightly softens, he looks down upon me as if he pitied me.

"There's no time for crying though, there's chores to be done."

-

Yo Madelyn has gone off the deep end, and I know you're probably screaming at your screen. But homegirl is developing Stockholm syndrome, quicker than she thought from how naive and innocent she is.

She's still young as Malcolm is atleast 8 years her senior, so around 26. But he's the only person she has right now, and as she was dependent on her parents, she's now leaning towards Malcolm for that same comfort.

Hope this helps clear any confusion on why she's such a horny bitch now.

xoxo