Page 19 of Own Me

And I like it.

The day went by in slow motion, and I’m emotionally spent. We talked a lot today about the future, my wants and needs. I have built up frustration, but can’t seem to release it. I find myself looking at Rayne’s lips, his arms, and wandering down below his belt line. My mind keeps dreaming up these scenarios where we kiss, his hands run up and down my body while he caresses me, and he takes me to the bed in our therapy room.

While I was taking a shower, I touched myself for the first time since I left the mansion. I just couldn’t stop thinking about him, but I couldn’t get myself to finish. Frustrated, I finished my shower, and as I was walking out in a towel, Rayne walked into the bathroom. He was shirtless and sweaty. What was he doing? I think I stared at his tattooed chest a little longer than I should have before moving out of the way.

Luckily, he said nothing. I don’t know what I would have said to him, anyway. The nights are getting warm, so I open the window to get some fresh air. I don’t feel like wearing anything to bed tonight. All of my nightgowns are heavy and suffocating. Plus, they remind me of being in my room at the mansion—I want to move away from that as much as I can. It would be more comfortable to just be naked.

I get into bed while still wearing my towel wrapped around my body, and I write in my journal. As soon as the pen hits the paper, I pour out all of my pent-up frustrations, fears, and inappropriate thoughts, knowing he’ll be reading them. Maybe that’ll be a good way to get him to discuss the whole sex thing.

During meals, I can hear the other patients talk about “sessions” with their therapists, and they differ from mine with Rayne. I feel like he doesn’t want me in that way, or he’s afraid he might hurt me. As the bottom of the bed dips, I notice Rayne sitting there watching me, and my thoughts drift away.

I just noticed that my towel has come undone, exposing my breasts. I stare up at him in horror, but I don’t make a move to cover myself as he gives me a coy smile. His pants were tented up between his legs, making me let out a light chuckle.

Come on, Shay. He is a man after all, and this is what you’ve been wanting for a while. I can’t deny my feelings towards him anymore. His response was natural, but does he really want me in the same way I want him?

RAYNE

I lick my lips when I see Shay’s bare chest; my body responds naturally—only this time I don’t hide or fight what it’s doing. We stare at one another for a few moments before I reach over and pull the rest of the towel away from her beautiful body. She makes no move to stop me, but she still looks like a deer in headlights.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” My eyes roamed over her pale fawn skin. Her arms have a little more color from sitting outside in the sun, but you can tell she has been indoors for many years. Sitting. Waiting. In need of an authentic touch.

“No…” she whispered as she bit her lower lip. Her eyes are not on my face, but on my cock that’s suffocating in these damn sweatpants. I’ve never done anything like this outside of the therapy rooms, but I can’t help myself. I want her here and now. Only I won’t be the one making demands tonight. She will be in full control; instead of being someone’s plaything, she will be a human in control of her desires with me.

“Tell me what you want, Shay.” Her eyes immediately go to the journal that is still in her hands. “Did you write something down?” She nods her head, but says nothing. I don’t want to read what she wrote right now; I want her to tell me what she wants.

“Do you remember our rule about using your voice to answer questions?” I growl.

“Yes.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“I—want to be with you.” She barely makes eye contact, and I can see shame on her face.

“Good girl. Now, was that so hard?” I reach over to take her hand in mine.

“Yes…yes, it was. I’ve never told a man that before.”

“Well, I’m more than happy to be the first man who won’t control you. I’m yours to have for the night. Don’t be shy.” I stand and take off my sweatpants before sitting back down on the bed and leaning back. My cock is rock hard, and the tip is gleaming with pre-come from looking at her full breasts. I can’t quite see her pussy from the way she has her legs folded together, but I can see some hair peeking through. Fuuck, I love a girl with a bush.

Shay shrugs before crossing her arms to cover herself and lowering her eyes to the bed. “Don’t cover yourself, Shay. There is nothing wrong with what you want. As you can see, I want the same thing.”

“I’ve never been in control before.” She whispers to herself. I climbed up the bed to sit beside her. I want to touch her, taste her, and feel her on me, but I will let her do it all on her own. I take the journal out of her lap and set it on the nightstand beside me. She finally leans against my side, and I put my arm around her. Not to pressure her—but to reassure her.

Before I can even blink, she is straddling my thighs, her warm pussy hovering over my hard cock. My hands go to her waist, and I have her sit on me; the soft hair between her legs tickles me, but I don’t mind. It’s warm and inviting. I just want to thrust into her, but I don’t dare move. My eyes don’t leave her beautiful face as she traces the tattooed lines on my chest.

I let my hands wander over her back, her ass, and to her breasts. She doesn’t stop me or shy away from my touch; instead, her soft little hands caress my face as she finally leans down and gently kisses my lips. I’m in heaven. Her kiss is so sweet and perfect; I have to fight my body from doing what it wants to do: taste every bit of her perfect body and claim her as mine all night long.

I slide my tongue against her lips, and she invites me in. The sound of our moans filled the room. Her hips slowly grind against me, teasing my cock repeatedly. Before I can stop myself, I turn her over onto her back, her head lying on the pillows. Instead of a frightened or surprised look on her face, I see a beautiful, coy smile.

“What would you like me to do, baby girl?” I say against her soft skin.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered. Mmm, I want the same thing.

“Deal, but I want the same thing. I’ve been dying to taste you, Shay.” I lay on my back and felt surprised when she placed her hairy pussy in my face and stroked my cock.

“There. Now we both get what we want.”

I chuckled at her comment. Good girl. I certainly won’t complain; not when I have a perfect meal in front of me. Instead of going slow with her, I take hold of her hips, lower them until her flesh is against my face, and my tongue slowly learns every part of her. I’m so focused on tasting every bit of her that I almost lose myself when the warmth of her tongue touches the head of my cock.