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I slowly work him through his orgasm, but then I grab the toy. “Pour however much it needs,” I say, handing him the bottle.

“You tiny little sadist,” he grunts, pouring lubricant into the toy.

“Pick a safeword,” I tell him.

“Oh God,” he laughs. “Red.”

“Good. Use it if you want me to stop. If you don’t say it, I will stop when you pass out,” I say. “Are you consenting to that, Bodhi?”

He looks at me and doesn’t say anything for a moment. I spotted it in his eyes the first time he mentioned his father’s abuse. He doesn’t even have to say it for me to know how horrific his childhood was.

“Thank you,” he says finally. “I consent.”

“Good. How many levels does this have?”

“Ten…” he laughs nervously.

“How stressed are you, Bodhi?” I ask. “Because level ten… That will definitely release some tension.”

“I usually just use one… But… Let’s do it,” he says with a smile.

I slowly ease his cock into the toy and turn it on. Right away, it starts vibrating and sucking. He lifts his hips off the bed and moans. I slowly click it up a level, and he is coming again by the time I get to ten. “That’s it, Bodhi. Come for me,” I say sweetly. “God, you are doing so good, baby. I can’t wait to have you buried in my cunt.”

“Oh, God. Fuck, yes,” he groans. I take his hand and move it under my shirt to cup my breast. He groans and squeezes me, so I lie back a bit so he can readjust. I can still hold the device, but now he can squeeze and suck on my breasts as he rocks his hips to fuck the toy.

Never in my life did I think I would find myself so fucking turned on by this man that I’d be nearing an orgasm from his sucking and biting my nipples. He’s moaning so beautifully.

“Oh fuck,” I choke out. His head snaps up to look at me, and his grin is wicked. When he dips his head again, he sucks and nibbles on one nipple, but then pinches the other between his fingers. At the same time, Bodhi comes again. He is getting noticeably weaker with every one. I get two more out of him before he finally says it.

“Red,” he groans. “Oh, Jesus, you’re a sadist.”

“Are you still stressed?” I ask with a smile.

“How can I be when I can’t feel my face?” he mutters.

“I can get up and…”

“No,” he says firmly. “You stay; I’ll clean up.”

“Okay. Okay,” I laugh. “Then you lie down and rest with me.”

“I promise,” he says, gently kissing me.

Chapter Fourteen

Bodhi

Three Weeks Later

I never knew life could be so amazing. Olivia is honestly the light of my life, and I am unapologetically in love with her. We both have fallen fast and hard, but strategically, I think. We don’t push anything, but we acknowledge that this is built on trauma. That's okay, though, because knowing helps when we need to talk through a disagreement. Understanding that she has triggers with relationships, and I have an unhealthy view of what a relationship should be, this is a lot of learning and growing together.

Usually, I don’t bring Olivia with me when I bring food over to Dad. Mostly, it’s because he’s an asshole, but she asked me if she could come today. She spends all day at home, so I know she’s restless.

She does have a bachelor's in graphic design that she got early in her relationship with Jason, so she’s been working on refreshing herself in that. I know she wants to make something of that, so I got her everything she needs. She was reluctant to accept anything and was constantly saying she owed me, but seeing her happy is payment enough.

She struggles mostly at night when she sleeps, and her nightmares are intense, but I’ve figured out that if we keep it cold in the bedroom, she’s less likely to wake up with nightmares. We think it’s the fact that she overheats and that wakes her, rather than it being the dream itself.

Jason was found guilty on all charges and was sentenced to life in prison. Miguel is missing, but we know he will pop up eventually. Olivia literally imploded his world around him, and that one SD card has led to thirty arrests of his clients and colleagues—He won’t just let that go.