Separated

Chapter 41 - Minori

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Warning: undirect mentions theme of rape and suicide. Please take care of yourself and read what is most comfortable for you.

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It's a wonder how one person could turn your world upside down. Or change it into something you've never thought was possible.

After my innocence was taken away from me, for a while I vowed not to ever let anyone touch me again. My father was an absolute figure in our organization, so consequently, my words were also his words. I had the power and authority to protect myself within the people I lived amongst. But as time goes by, people around you, people your age begin to explore the world around them with new trends and new experiences. That included sex.

I hated how I was different. How I've never had real sex, and yet . . . I wasn't a virgin.

I was dirty, defiled, something . . . lesser than.

That made me distance myself away further and further from those around me. By the time I realised what I was doing, the only people I took the initiative to talk was my immediate family. And while that wasn't so bad in retrospect, the 18,19-year-old me didn't like it. Didn't like the fact that I was different not only because of my status, but because of my past. Because of how I did nothing to change it.

So I used any boy who was around my age and wanted to have a one night-stand. They would use me for their pleasure, and I would use them to attempt to get rid of the nightmares that riddled my nights.

Unfortunately for those boys, they didn't get what they had been promised and for me, I have never been able to get over the past or the nightmares. And no, it wasn't just a simple one-time event. I've tried more times than I can count on my fingers throughout my last teenage years.

Naturally, all these failed occasion led me to believe that having even a simple causal sex was impossible for me. I can lead and be dominant, I've had a knack for that since the very beginning but after all the necessary clothes are stripped away and it comes to the action itself, I lose any and all semblance of control.

However, just like the man himself who did anything possible and dived straight forward to achieve what he wants, he saunters into my life and replaces everything I have structured into my ordered controlled life. At first it was confusing, surprising, and to be honest terrifying. But in no time at all, all those feelings are switched into that of contentment, joy, and anticipation.

For the first time in my life, I let myself go and had sex, and I enjoyed it. And it wasn't just once in that night. We had three whole rounds after the one in the club. Every one of them more exhilarating and intoxicating than the last.

I took control the first two rounds and Nik allowed for it to happen. He knew that control was what I needed initially but that always had a limit. And he wasn't a pleaser by nature. By the last two rounds I was comfortable with what we were doing, in fact I was so completely absorbed that none of the past replayed in my head, not even once. Naturally Nick took over and that was when I understood why people enjoyed the activity. It was like I couldn't get enough of it.

Every thrust induced a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Every kiss created a connection that got stronger the longer it was. Every bite on each other's skin marked what was ours and only ours.

"You look prettier than I remember." He tells me as the morning sun shines against his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes and that eagle tattoo of his were my two fixations besides the man himself.