Page 36 of Hurt Me Not
“Why, though?” she asked, unable to stop herself. “Why me?”
That’s a dangerous question.
I sat straighter, then touched my phone to kick up the vibration once more.
“Because I hate seeing you feel sorry for yourself,” I said, sounding harsh. “I hated it from the first moment I saw you. It annoyed me. You were always sulking. Trying to make yourself smaller. Trying tohide. God, even thinking about how you were back then makes me angry.”
“I’m still the same.”
“No,” I almost growled. “You’re different. Not much, but you have changed. Grown. And this time, I won’t let you hide yourself.”
Not from me.
A whimper left her lips.
“But you get nothing out of this.”
“I getyou,” I replied. It was so obvious to me. How could she not see it?
“Why would you want that? There’s nothing good about me anyway.”
She didn’t say it like others would. Like she was fishing for compliments. She said it honestly, and that pissed me off.
How can she think so little of herself? How doesn’t she see what I see?
I pressed the button on my desk, tinting the windows again, right before I lunged forward and held her face in my hands.
“I don’t know who made you believe you were nothing, Pearl, but that is far from the truth. They were fucking stupid for not seeing you, and that ends now.”
Tears filled her eyes. It might have come out harsh, but I meant every word I said.
“No one ever…”
Her eyes fell to my wrist, noticing I was wearing her bracelet. I waited for her to ask me about it, wonder why it was there, but she didn’t. Which was good because I wouldn’t know what to say.
“Pearl, show it to me,” I demanded. “Your tears. Your pain. Your pleasure. I want to see it all.”
Maybe it was my words or the intensity of the vibration. Maybe it was both. But it was like she couldn't hold back anymore. Hot tears started running down her face, and she let out a choked sob as an orgasm came crashing through her for the second time.
I didn't shy away from it. I wanted to see her. So I let myself feel her emotions and how much they were tearing her apart.
I knew some people felt an emotional release just like this after sex. Like it brought everything out. Like an outlet of sorts. And maybe that was what this was for her.
Turning away for a second, I grabbed my phone quickly and turned off the vibration, letting her sob, still touching her face. I didn’t move away. I was here for her.
“What do you need?” I asked.
I didn’t know what I expected her to answer. Maybe I hoped she’d see my question as just me doing my duty and checking in on her after a session. But even at the club she’d refused any type of aftercare, and she’d done the same last night.
Not this time.
“Pearl, I won't let you hide from me. Tell me what you need.”
She looked up at me, and she seemed… scared. I didn’t know why. I would give her whatever she needed. She didn’t have to be afraid to ask.
“A hug.”
Her voice broke at the end, and that broke something inside me too. Maybe she was expecting me to make fun of her. To say something snarky.
