Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
However...he hadn’t made himself come.
I’d never caught him masturbating.
Never been brave enough to initiate a mutual self-pleasuring evening just in case his mind wasn’t at that stage yet.
Is that what he’s doing?
Inhaling hard, he murmured, “It’s no secret that this”—he jerked his cock with a wry smile—“has always been and probably always will be my biggest trigger.”
I never took my eyes off him. “Kas...you don’t have to. Not yet. If you’re worried about what might happen, then wait. We have all the time in the world.”
He shook his head, his thumb smearing pre-cum from his crown. “If I can’t do this before our house is open to ex-slaves like me, then I’m a fraud, Gem.”
I scoffed. “You could never be a fraud. Look how many people you’ve helped already. Look at the response you’ve had from your channel and—”
“I try to be as truthful as I can. People know I still have nightmares. That my concussion still hasn’t fully healed and that there will be parts of my body that will always associate with things I don’t want to remember. But...I lie by omission. I make people think it’s possible to claim your body back after it’s belonged to so many people. I hide the fact that I haven’t taken that final leap myself yet. That my cock still belongs to Storymaker and all the shit still residing in my head.”
I tried to sit up again, only for him to push me down. “That’s not lying, Kas. That’s just life. You’ve overcome so much in such a short amount of time. I was prepared for this to take years. I know Fang was the turning point for you. Your inherent need to help others has also given you avenues in which to heal. But this...touching yourself? Making yourself come...I know it’s hard. It might never be easy—”
“And that’s why I have to try.”
I held his stare, not knowing what to say.
His hand worked harder, his fist tight and punishing around his cock. His eyes darkened in pain, his teeth locking together.
Fang raised his head, studying Kas as if he sensed that he was borderline, smelling whatever emotions he gave off whenever he strayed too close to a trigger.
“Good boy,” I whispered, not wanting Fang to interfere and definitely not wanting Kas to end up with another bite. “It’s okay.”
Fang glanced at me with a worried whine but stayed where he was.
“I need to try, Gem.” Kas shuddered as his fist worked harder, faster. “I want to try. I want to be completely myself. I want to touch myself without a second thought. I want to play with it.” He laughed awkwardly, his attempt at a joke falling a little flat. “I never got to play with my own cock...I think I deserve that. Don’t you?”
Tears burned in my eyes as I nodded and lay back down. “Yes. You deserve that. You deserve so many things.” My hands went to my breasts. Pushing them together, I pinched my nipples and gave him a show.
He sucked in a harsh breath, his eyes locking onto my display. “I’ll come in a second if you keep doing that.”
“That’s the plan.” I rolled my nipples, making them pebble. “Come, Kas. Don’t think. Just feel. Watch me. See me. Only me. I want you to mark me. Right here.” I drew an X between my breasts. “Come on me and see for yourself that your body belongs to you, just like I belong to you.”
His head bowed as the muscles in his arm bunched. His hand went from stroking jerkily to pumping up and down. His balls drew up tight as he swayed on his knees. His eyes closed only to fly open again.
Fang reacted, whining but staying where he was.
Sweat broke out over Kas’s chest, glittering in the sunlight.
“Fuck.” His voice was thick and smoky, his gaze swirling with darkness. His hand stopped moving as he sucked in lungfuls of air. He punched the ground with his free hand, making Fang leap to his feet. “Fuck!”
I didn’t speak. I just kept fondling my breasts, drawing his attention back to me. That knowing entity inside me—that’d guided me so many times when dealing with Kas’s recovery—whispered how I could help.
He was losing.
Listening to the past that still had its hooks inside him.
But they couldn’t have him anymore.
He was mine, and I could gift him this.
I could help smash apart that final lock that kept him trapped, all by keeping him with me instead of letting ghosts claw him back.
Fang patrolled around us as Kas shuddered and heaved a haggard breath. “It’s...I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you if I snap—”
“I’m wet, Kas.”
His head wrenched up, his breathing quickening. His eyes traveled between my legs as I spread them wider than I ever had, letting him see every single inch. “You’re wet because I had my tongue on you.”