Bless Your Little Heart

NINETEEN

Warning: Some triggering themes take place in this chapter, if this is too much for you please feel free to skip this chapter!

I wake to a chilly room, slowly blinking my eyes to awake from my slumber. I open them as I see I'm still in the living room. I look and see the fire had vanished, only wood that was charred laid below.

I couldn't help but smile once I felt the warm presence wrapped around me. I laid beside him as he draped his arms around my waist.

Just seeing him this close to me made me insides giddy, his touch was like a treat for me. Feeling every muscle of his body pressed against mine was like euphoria. I had wanted to be so close to him for so long, and I had finally got lucky enough.

I breathed in the cologne he donned, the dark scent made my mind go crazy.

For so long I had just wanted to be close to the man before me, the one who put me in my situation. I seriously didn't understand it, I was like a moth to a flame.

And nothing could stop me.

All I craved was his attention, just an ounce would satisfy it. Just to feel his lips on mine. All the affection in the world he could give me, if only he'd let his hard demeanor drop.

Curiously I look down, trialing his body with my eyes before I see it.

His bulge.

I was in shock. The mere size of it pressing against his pants intimidated me. I felt the intrusive thoughts plague my mind as my eyes pondered the large mass.

I felt my arm moving unwillingly, my hand grazing his stomach as it slid across.

Don't do it it.

Inching closer I felt the fabric change into those of the joggers he wore.

Damnit Madelyn stop.

I let it slide underneath my hand, the warmth consuming my small, frail fingers.

I allow myself to curl my fingers around his girth, mesmerized by everything before me.

I had seen a penis before but never this big.

It was intimidating, it made me shake to my core. Just imagining all the things he could to do to me with it, how badly it would hurt.

I didn't even care, I wanted him.

I didn't realize my hand was moving, but I didn't stop. I allowed it to slowly pump up and down his shaft, my head laying against his chest as my eyes darted between my hand and his face.

I take in my bottom lip, biting lightly as he stirs below me. I still don't stop, something inside me doesn't want to. Almost as if it was begging me to continue.

Malcolm's hand swiftly grabs mine, bringing it up into the air. My other not far along from the chains holding them together, he opted to give me a longer chain for more movement. But now I felt like I was going to go back to chained against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?"

His grip tightened as I stared down. Not daring to look him in the eyes, I knew he was angry. I could feel his hot breath blowing into my scalp harshly. His words were tense, like a dad catching a child do something wrong.

"I asked you a question." Anger seethed though his words, cutting into me like razors. His words hurt, I don't know why. This man meant nothing to me,

Yet his words meant everything.

"I-I j-just." I stumbled over my words feeling my bottom lip start to tremble. I was terrified, I know I crossed a line. But the punishment was unknown, that's what terrified me.