submission

“One second little one.” I step back and pull off my top before returning to where I was and gently pulling her back against me. Her skin hungrily drinks in my body heat, and she pushes herself closer to me. I have no idea where to put my hands. I don’t want her to freak out, we need to know what she has been through so we can help her heal and know her boundaries. As if sensing my thoughts, she takes my hands in hers and wraps them around her tiny waist so they both lay open and flat. One across her tummy, the other just above it, on her ribs. My cock throbs to life, straining against my jeans. Fuck, this is not the time. She looks up at me, panic flashes through her eyes as my stiffening length presses into her soft, forgiving cheeks.

“It’s ok, I would never… not if you didn’t want me to.” The back door opens then closes with a crunch. Yet another door to be replaced. It’s the third day out of the four since Liberty has been here, that one of us has almost pulled it from its hinge