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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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I know she feels ashamed, guilty, disgusted within herself. I could feel her body trembling on mine, did she really think I'd run from her? Leave her after hearing that she stood up for herself? That she fought for herself? She had no one, no one to save her, anyone with a brain would have done the same thing.
It's not like the police or CPS would have done anything, they're fucking useless when it comes to child safety and the national statistics of child deaths in parent's care explain that.
Like I had told her earlier, there is not one thing in this world that she would say or do to make me leave, shit, I'd still want her even if she cheated. But I know she wouldn't, so I have no need to worry about that.
I have never been more proud and strangely turned on by her, not now Cillian you nasty fuck.
After helping her out of the bath and drying her off I put one of my shirts over her body and carried her back to bed, she fell asleep almost instantly, I just admired her, such a strong individual, not many would survive a childhood like that, and if they did I'm certain they would be in worse condition mentally, emotionally and physically, but her? No, she carries her trauma with grace and poise.
It's about 7 am right now, I only slept a few hours, question's and anger filled me, how could anyone want to hurt her? Her mother was a pathetic waste of space as was her uncle, and they're fucking lucky they're not breathing because if they were I'd be going to jail for life.
After our bath last night, we had a talk, turn-ons, turn-offs, and limits. Turns out my angel is a little freak. Not that I care because shit so am I, that conversation also made it difficult to fall asleep, all I could think about other than the news she shared was how she would look tied up in my room, submitting her body to me and only me.
She stirs in my arms as my finger traces over her facial features, "Good morning" She smiles softly not opening her eyes yet, "Good morning baby" I smile back at her, "What time is it?" She asks as she cuddles into me more, "About 7 am" I respond, her eyes shooting open as she tries her best to look mad at me "Why are you awake so earllyyyyy" She groans closing her eyes again.
"I start training, remember?" I ask, she groans again and mumbles something in what I can only assume is Russian, "I don't want to go home" She pouts before opening her eyes again "Good thing you're not, you're coming with me today" I respond kissing the top of her nose, her eyes widen as she flys up and out of bed "Well hurry up, I wanna go" She says looking around the room for clothes to put on.
"Someone's eager" I tease as I lean against my elbows watching her frantically look around for something, she turns to me and gives me a look "Well duh, I get to drool over you for a few hours".
She ended up borrowing some of my sweatpants, using a hair tie to make them smaller so they don't fall, she kept the shirt on but put her bra back on, she also made me spray the shirt with my cologne because she wanted to smell like me, not that I'm complaining, I'd flip my shit if she smelt like anyone other than herself or I.
Wesley greets us as I enter the gym, "What are you doing here little lass?" He asks as I drop my duffle bag and begin to tape my hands and wrists, "I'm here to drool over him" She smiles as she makes her way over to a bench that's next to the boxing bags.
"At least she's honest" Wesley chuckles slapping my shoulder, I finish taping my hands and wrists as we walk to the boxing bags.
"Alright, you two love birds listen up. Cillian already knows the plan, but little lass you need to be brought up to speed alright?" Wesley questions looking at her, she nods her head confusion lacing her face, I brace myself for the reaction from her, I have a feeling she's not going to like what Wesley has to tell her.
"Alright, training lasts 8 weeks, Cillian trains 12 hours a day, 5-6 days a week." He begins but she cuts him off, "8 weeks?!" She says with wide eyes, oh just wait baby it gets worse. "Yes little lass, 8 weeks. As I was saying, the 8th week he goes into deep training, we take him out to a secluded area and train hard, 7 days a week, no distractions, no sex" Wesley sighs, I try to hold back the grin on my face as Willows mouth drops. "NO SEX?!" She yells throwing her hands up into the air dramatically, "I also said no distractions, which means no you" He pauses pointing at her "No texting, minimal phone calls, minimal phone use in general".
My smile drops instantly as I can see her heart hurting at his words, "I can't talk or see him for a week?" She replies defeatedly "We can face time, it might just not be an everyday thing" I try to explain, she tries her best to give me a smile but I can tell it's not real, anyone with eyes could tell it isn't a real one, none the less she nods her head before taking a really deep breath. "I understand".
i take a moment to walk over to her, squatting in front of her as she sits on the bench I lift my hand to her cheek, her face leaning into my touch instantly "I love you" I say softly looking into her eyes, "I love you too" she mumbles back with a little attitude, I'll have to fuck that out of her later.
i plant a quick kiss on her lips before standing back up and making my way back to Wesley and the boxing bags.
As Wesley and I begin the workout routine I can't help but notice trying to discreetly take photos and or videos of me, I mean, whatever makes her happy, maybe she'll use them to get off when I'm in deep training, fuck the thought goes straight to my dick, nows not the fucking time.
"You really fancy her huh?" Wesley comments nudging his shoulder with mine, I nod my head taking one last glace at her before getting into position in front of the bag hanging from the roof, "I fucking adore her, she's my world".
