Passion and not anger

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I woke up to the sound of birds singing and the sound of brad groaning in his sleep. I cuddle into him and I feel his head move signalling he's awake, I hear him groan once more and I look up to see a very tired boy! He rubbed his eyes and looked me with a genuine smile.
" what time is it Lindsey?" He asks while getting up to close he curtains, it was far to bright.
"I don't know" I replied while he climbs back into bed.
So many thoughts rushed through my mind, I was so confused about what I was to him a slave or a human being, he leaned in to kiss me and I let him because I don't really want to get my ass whipped. I kissed back but this time it was different he kissed me with passion not with anger, I loved it but he stopped and looks me dead in the eyes and he said "I'm sorry" he said. I didn't know why he said it what was he sorry for. I was so confused so I replied with "sorry for what" I asked whilst giving him a puzzled look.
"For raping you I shouldn't have done that I'm a idiot" he replied.
"I don't why I do this it's wrong I'm torturing you and the worst part about is that I like it, I should feel guilty I'm a worthless person who deserves to be locked up in an asylum" he continued, A single tear rolling down his face I rubbed it away with my finger and I said  "Don't say that we all make mistakes even I've made mistakes" I said while giving him a smile.
"Can I tell you a secret master" I say.
" call me brad" he said.
" well bard can you keep a secret" I ask.
" Yeah" he replies.
"Well brad I liked how you pounded into me and kissed me you shouldn't feel ashamed cause I loved it" I say gives him a wink while biting my lip. He gave me a smile and then gave me a peck on the check.

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