Текст книги "CHAINED"

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Chapter 2

“Livy, what have I told you about drinking too much?”

I started laughing. “Oh, come on, Uncle. Just a little more. I promise I’ll be good.”

“You’re only eighteen, Livy, but you drink more than I do.”

Uncle stared at me intensely. Even as shit-faced as I was, I could see he was a man to fear. I knew his power. I also knew the power he had held over my father…and that was saying something.

I leaned over him, trying to snatch the bottle from his outstretched hand. He was teasing me and I didn’t like it. I was desperate for more Jack Daniels. It was my road to numbness… A road I visited as often as I could since my parents died.

“Please, give me more.” I leaned over again, but Uncle stretched his arm even further away. By now, I was practically on top of him and caught a whiff of his sexy aftershave. “I’ll give you a blowjob if you let me have my drink back.” He laughed. He actually laughed. I hated that. “What the fuck do you find so funny?”

Uncle stopped laughing and looked at me sternly. “Livy, don’t you ever raise your fucking voice to me again. You got that? I fucking own you. Remember that. One day, you’ll see. One day, when you’ve got your shit cleaned up and are ready for me, I’ll be there. For now, you must learn to know your place. Show some fucking respect.”

My mouth was dry as I tried to swallow. “S…s…sorry,” I stuttered.

Uncle looked at my expression and his own softened. He leaned forward, brushed his lips across my forehead and sighed. “You smell like a brewery, Livy. You’ve got to stop moping around the house all day. You need to focus your mind on something and get better. I know you have it in you. You always were my favourite girl.” He tilted up my chin to meet his eyes. He was showing me his kind eyes today. The eyes I thought might love me a little. “What is it you want?”

Closing my eyes, I tried to think. All I wanted was…nothing. I didn’t want to think or feel anymore. I just wanted nothing. I was sick of seeing my dad’s lifeless eyes staring back at me. Sick of fucking everything.

“I want a drink.”

Uncle sighed, obviously not pleased, and pushed me off him. “Where are you going?” I asked, watching him head for the door. He still had my bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

“I’m going home, Livy.”

I started panicking. “What about my drink?”

He slammed the door behind him, making me jump. I had no Jack Daniels left in the house.

Fuck!

At that moment, I got angry. Picking up a glass ornament, I threw it at the door and screamed, “Fucking arshole!”

I slouched down and sobbed for the loss of my drink. I could still feel, and needed something to take the edge off. Only Jack could do that for me.

Jack was my best and only friend.

It was Friday and tonight was one of the busiest nights at the bar. As always, I showed up at five o’clock to start my shift. It was already heaving with people, but I didn’t mind. It would actually help keep my mind off the fact that mystery man wasn’t around at all today, which irked me a little. I couldn’t help but think it had something to do with what happened yesterday.

“Olivia, thank fuck. It’s way too damn busy in here.”

Charlie was pouring a pint, looking every bit as stressed as he sounded. He was the owner of the bar and an outrageous flirt. The amount of times he’d tried to hit on me had been unreal. I kept turning him down, but that didn’t stop him.

I smiled and walked around the bar and into the back so I could take off my coat. I was wearing a black low-cut t-shirt and beige pencil skirt tonight. I hadn’t worn skirts for a little while, but I thought, with the new season upon us, I would make a change.

Once I dumped my bag and coat, I went straight out to the bar. “Right. Who’s next?”

Charlie turned to me, looked me up and down, then smiled. I knew that smile. I had seen it often enough.

“I would like two vodka tonics and a pint of Foster’s please.”

My head snapped in the direction of the woman asking. “Coming right up.”

After getting the drinks, Sue and Brent, the other two bartenders, went to take their break and left us to it. I was extremely busy for the first two hours, so my break was welcomed.

I walked into the back, Charlie following suit. “Fuck me. Did you have to wear that tonight? I’ve been walking around with a permanent hard-on all night. I’ve already gotten two orders mixed up because I was too busy looking at your legs.” He looked down at my legs again before licking his lips. “Fucking fantastic.”

I shook my head and went into his office to sit down. “Charlie, stop being so rude.”

Charlie sat next to me, virtually pinning me to his sofa. He looked into my eyes, his brown ones twinkling from the overhead light. He was an attractive man. In his mid-twenties, he sported jet black, cropped hair, light brown eyes, and a dimple on his chin. In fact, the first time Charlie tried to get it on with me, I poked his dimple and said, “Dimple on the chin, devil within.” He had lived up to it, too.

“Why won’t you let me sleep with you?”

I poked his chin again and shook my head. “Charlie, it’s not going to happen, so stop trying. It only gets you frustrated every time.”

Charlie put his head down and groaned. “You’re the most frustrating woman I have ever met.” He looked back up at me with a smile. “But I don’t give up easily. You know how much I want you.”

I pushed him away and got up. I heard him groan again as I walked towards his office chair and sat down. “You want everyone, Charlie, and that’s the problem. Do you know the amount of times I’ve left the bar at night and you’re cosying up to yet another woman you’ve just met? I’m not stupid. I realise what happens after I leave,” I huffed. “Remember that time I found a bra stuffed into your sofa? Not to mention these…” I opened his top drawer and a load of condoms practically popped out. All different shapes, sizes, colours, flavors… You name it.

Charlie shook his head. “Oh, them. It’s just a stash I keep here just in case the condom machines in the toilets run out.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Really? I don’t recall...” I picked one up to read it, “Monster Energy… Unleash the beast to be in any of the toilets.”

Charlie quickly got up, took the condom from my hand, placed it in the drawer, and banged it shut. “They’re in the men’s toilets.”

My posture picked up. “Really?” I started to move, but Charlie grabbed my arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “To the men’s room to take a look.”

Charlie raised his eyebrow. “I’m not letting you go into the men’s room, Olivia, so cut it out.”

I smiled. “Why not?”

He shook his head. “Because a lady shouldn’t have to see inside a men’s toilet.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, but it’s perfectly okay for said lady to be manhandled every night she comes into work.”

Charlie let go of my arm and his face fell. “When you put it like that, it does sound bad. I’m sorry.” He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and put his head in his hands.

I stood there completely dumbfounded and sad that Charlie was feeling bad about treating me how he has.

Walking over, I sat down next to him and placed my arm around his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

Charlie shook his head, then looked up at me. “Can you forgive me?”

I nodded and squeezed his shoulder. “Of course I can.”

Charlie smiled. “How about a kiss to let me know how much.” His lips curved up, telling me all I needed to know.

I pushed him away and stood up. “Arsehole.”

Charlie laughed. “Oh, come on, baby. I really am sorry.”

I shook my head with a smile. “And you made me believe you, Charlie. Shame on you.”

He looked me up and down. “I can’t help I find you attractive, Olivia.” He roamed his eyes over me again and licked his lips. “Yeah...damn attractive.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Yeah, me and anything else in a skirt.”

Charlie feigned a gasp. “Hey, you know that’s not true.” He smiled cheekily again. “Most of the time, you wear trousers...sometimes leggings.” He looked away for a moment, a heated look in his eyes. “Gotta love those leggings,” he sighed a little and looked back at me.

I shook my head just as my phone started ringing. I walked over to my bag and took it out. When I saw who was calling, my stomach dropped.

I looked over at Charlie. “Sorry, Charlie. I have to take this.”

Charlie smiled and walked towards the door. “No problem. I’ll see you outside when you’re ready.”

Once he had walked out the door, I answered, immediately hearing his gravelly voice on the other end. “Have you gotten anything, Livy?”

The moment I heard him say my name, I shuddered and closed my eyes. Even with him not here, I got goosebumps every time he said my name. At that moment, I wanted him.

I sighed. “No, nothing.”

I heard a raspy exhale on the other end. “Okay. Keep looking and let me know the minute you unearth something.”

I closed my eyes again, wanting the feel of his hands on me. “I will,” I answered seductively.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Livy.”

He hung up and, acting on autopilot, I stuffed the phone back in my bag. I was shaking and didn’t know why. It wasn’t with fear. It was something else. Whenever I was near him or heard his voice, I always had the same reaction. I think hearing the promise in his voice did me in every time.

Shaking my head, I rubbed my hands over my face. I felt more tired than ever tonight. Today had been tiring, but tonight was even more so. All I wanted to do now was go home and have a long soak in a hot bath.

Looking at my watch, I saw I still had three hours to go until my shift ended. I groaned, somehow managing to find the strength to put one foot in front of the other.

When I got to the bar, Charlie winked at me and nodded his head, silently asking if I was okay. I nodded back and he smiled before serving the next customer.

Moving towards the bar, I noticed some creepy-looking guy staring at me. “What can I get for you?”

He licked his lips and looked me up and down. It was sickening. I mean, when Charlie did it, it was in a fun way. I never felt grossed out by Charlie, but this guy? He had every hair on the back of my neck standing on end.

“Depends,” he finally said after a few more agonising seconds of staring.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “On what?” I probably shouldn’t have encouraged him, but the words naturally slipped out.

“On what’s on the menu.” He leered at me again, making my skin crawl. His eyes practically bugged out of his head, and there was so much gel on his greasy dark hair, I was amazed that it wasn’t sliding down the sides of his pockmarked face.

I sighed, but made an effort to go over as many of the drinks we had, but he stopped me. “I wasn’t talking about drinks.”

“Ah, you want food.” I picked up a menu and handed it to him. “This is what we have.”

He took the menu, but didn’t even glance at it. “I wasn’t talking about food, either. I was talking about what’s on your menu.” He looked down at my breasts and licked his lips again.

I was about to tell him where to go when a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties came and sat down next to him. “Hey, fuck face, this establishment is where you can order food and drink. If you’re looking for something other than that, I would suggest you find one of those women who hang around dark street corners. Either order something to drink, or fuck off.”

I stood there, shocked, as the creepy guy gritted his teeth and looked at me. “A pint of larger.”

My rescuer elbowed him. “What do you say?”

Creepy guy turned back to me, gritting his teeth. “Please.”

I really wished he hadn’t said please because the venom that came with it was almost too much to take. Right now, this guy looked like he wanted to punch me rather than have sex with me.

Not wanting to look at him anymore, I pulled his pint, handed it to him, and took his money. The creepy guy walked away, sat down in the corner, and looked up at me with an angry scowl.

I turned to my rescuer. “Thank you.”

He shook his head. “Don’t mention it. I hate when people think they can talk to you like that. Just because you work behind a bar doesn’t mean you’re game for serving anything other than drinks.” He looked over his shoulder and shook his head before meeting my gaze. Offering me his hand, he smiled. “My name’s Freddy.”

I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Freddy. What can I get you? It’s on me.”

Freddy shook his head, holding up his half-full pint of Guinness. “I’m okay with this. Thanks.”

I smiled. “Okay, but when you’re ready for another, it’s on me.”

“I may take you up on that.” He smiled politely and walked off.

*****

The remaining three hours went by so slowly, I was starting to feel like I had worked a double. For two of those hours, creepy guy stayed and stared at me, which didn’t help, but Freddy simply disappeared after that. I guess he wasn’t that desperate for another Guinness after all.

Once I cleaned up some glasses and wiped down the bar, I made my way to the back to get my coat.

“Do you want me to walk you home? It’s quite late.”

I turned around and saw Charlie standing in the doorway. “No, it’s fine. It’s only a ten minute walk.”

“Are you sure? I don’t like you walking around by yourself this late.”

I walked over to Charlie and placed a hand on his arm. “I’ll be fine.” I patted my bag. “I have pepper spray.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Really? You little minx.”

I shrugged. “It’s just a good thing I haven’t needed to use it…yet.”

Charlie shuddered a little. “May it stay that way.” He sighed again. “Are you sure I can’t walk you home?”

I shook my head and walked past him. “I’ll be fine. Besides, I don’t want to use any of my pepper spray on you once we reach my house. I’ll probably end up using the whole can.”

Charlie shook his head. “Ha, ha, very funny.” He suddenly looked as though he remembered something. “Oh, can you come in tomorrow night?”

I sighed. I really didn’t want to. This was probably the worst time to ask.

“It will only be a couple hours. Sue’s got to collect her mum from the airport and asked if she could take a couple hours off. It will only be from six to eight.”

That made me feel a little better. “Okay. I can do that.”

Charlie smiled. “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow night then, Olivia.” He made a move to go back out to the bar, then stopped. “Dream about me tonight, poppet.” He blew me a kiss and ran off before I had the chance to retort.

Smiling, I shook my head, gathered the rest of my things, and left. It was cold, so I pulled my gloves out of my coat pockets and pulled them on my hands. It was a crisp night, full of drunks and party-goers lining the streets. Me? I was going home. I just wanted a hot cup of tea, a warm bath, and my cosy bed.

I walked down the end of the busy street and turned into a quieter lane. I hated going down there as it was sometimes too quiet. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end, and I couldn’t wait until I turned the next corner onto the busier road.

I felt my adrenaline kick up a notch as the sound of footsteps behind me made my heart leap into my mouth. I felt my pace quicken, but so did the footsteps. I wanted to look around, but I daren’t, so I just kept going. I was virtually sprinting now, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get away.

My worst fears came to light as a hand appeared around my mouth and a hard body pressed against me. I tried to scream, but it was no use. I heard his heavy breathing as he dragged me away from the quiet street and into an even quieter alley. I gripped my eyes shut. No, no, no, no, I repeated over and over in my head. Please, God, no.

I desperately tried to reach into my bag for the pepper spray, but it was no use. As if sensing my movements, he grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back. I tried screaming again, but it was no use. I was completely trapped by an unknown person who smelled of beer and cigarettes.

It was then that it hit me. Creepy guy. Could it really be him holding me? Could it really be him dragging me into the alley, about to do God knows what? Gripping my eyes shut again, I really didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to think about what may or may not come next. My fight or flight kicked in and I struggled with everything I had left in me.

“Don’t move, bitch.”

I felt something cold and sharp at the base of my neck. Without moving my head, I looked down and saw he had a knife to my throat. My eyes pooled with tears as I wondered if my life would suddenly end in this alley. I thought about ending it all myself so many times, but I was now faced with the possibility that I may not have a choice. That changed something within me. I desperately wanted to live and, in that millisecond, I felt euphoria. I felt so happy knowing that after all this time of wondering if my life was worth living, I honestly did want to live. I wanted to live so much, my chest hurt with the knowledge.

“Please,” I mumbled. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

I felt his hot breath at the base of my neck. “You do as you’re told and I won’t need to. Now, I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth. If you scream, I will kill you. Got it?”

I nodded as a single tear fell down my cheek. His hand slowly moved away from my mouth and my breath came out in a rush. He moved his hand down to my chest and I felt a sob escape me.

“Shh... Not a sound, remember?”

I nodded again, but I was desperate. “Please.”

He licked up my neck and hummed. “Just how I thought you would taste.”

He pulled the knife from my neck and was about to spin me around when I felt him suddenly being yanked from me.

I screamed, almost falling backwards. Once I regained my footing, I spun around to see who my attacker was. I gasped, unable to hide my shock. Freddy! But what was even more shocking was finding out who my rescuer was. Standing in front of me, fists clenched and staring at Freddy, was none other than mystery man.

I was shocked as hell, but barely had to time to process it before Freddy, knife in hand, lunged. Mystery man spun around and, with one hand, grabbed Freddy’s arm and snapped it, the knife slipping to the ground. Mystery man lifted his fist up and punched him, elbowed him in the stomach, then spun around and punched him in the face. Freddy crumpled to the ground, out cold, and I was left standing there with my mouth wide open.

Mystery man looked up and came walking over. He grabbed my shoulders and made me look at him. “Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head, almost violently. Suddenly, every nerve in my body started shaking, the reality of the situation kicking in.

“Olivia, look at me.” I did and saw the concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

Another shock ran through me. He knew my name? I mean, I knew the others did, but I never thought he paid attention. I always thought he didn’t care. However, his eyes were telling me something else.

I nodded. “I’m... I’m fine.” A moment of clarity passed through me. I pointed at Freddy. “How did you..? I mean, where did you learn to...?”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re safe. Do you want to call the police? I can stay until they arrive, but I won’t be able to stick around to talk to them.”

I looked at him for a moment and was shocked to find fear in those eyes. What could he be so frightened of?

I wanted justice for what Freddy did to me but, at the same time, I didn’t want to go to the police because it sure as hell seemed mystery man was fearful at the thought. I couldn’t risk how far I had come already.

I shook my head. “No. I just want to go home.”

He shut his eyes and sighed, then looked back at Freddy still lying on the ground. “Are you sure? I don’t think he should get away—”

I placed my hand on his arm. “Please. I just want to go home.”

He didn’t look too happy, but he nodded anyway. “I’ll walk with you.”

I didn’t argue with him because I actually wanted him to be with me. I needed to know more about him.

As we walked past Freddy and out to the street, I looked over at him. “What’s your name? I’ve been calling you mystery man.”

He gave me an unimpressed look before replying, “Kit.”

I felt so elated at that moment. For three months, I was desperate to know more, and now I had a name.

Without another thought, I held my slightly trembling hand out to him. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Kit.”

He looked down at my hand. “You’re shaking.”

I pulled my hand back and felt the tears threatening. “I... It’s just with everything that’s happened, I...” I couldn’t seem to get my words out all of a sudden.

Kit remained silent, then sighed. We continued walking, but I felt like he was uncomfortable about something. He would sometimes move in a way that made me think he was about to comfort me, but then would snap himself away, that cold, hard look reappearing. I really wished I could read minds.

Deciding to break the silence, I turned my head towards him. “You rescued me and I’m truly grateful.” He shook his head, but didn’t say anything. “What?”

He never replied, which frustrated me. He suddenly walked a few paces, placed his hand on the gate to my house, and pushed it open.

“Thank you.” I walked past him, then turned. “Do you want to come inside? I can make you a hot drink or something to eat.”

He shook his head and I couldn’t help but show my disappointment. Instead of saying anything further, I walked up to my door, placed the key in the lock, and pushed it open.

Then I realised something. “Hold on a minute. How did you know where I...?” I turned around to see he was gone. “Lived.” I sighed, feeling the disappointment rise even more.

My shoulders sagged, but I walked in and closed the door behind me. I made good on my promise to myself for a warm bath and an even warmer drink, but I acted on autopilot the whole time. I just couldn’t get tonight out of my head. I still shook every time I closed my eyes and thought about Freddy’s hands on me.

Once I dried off and got ready, I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a knock on my door. Sighing, I pulled my covers back and walked down the stairs. I peeked out my window and frowned when I saw Uncle standing there with another man, which wasn’t unusual.

I ran to the door and opened it. The minute I did, I felt that pull. I knew it was crazy, but he always seemed to have that effect on me whenever I was near him.

Uncle smiled as he crossed the threshold. He didn’t bother waiting for my permission, but he didn’t really need to when this was his house. “Livy.”

The other men remained outside, so I took that as my cue to shut the door. Uncle roamed his eyes across my negligee, a look of approval crossing his face. It made all my senses come alive. I had never before felt attraction to this man, but in the last six months or so, every part of me wanted him to touch me whenever I was with him…but only when I was with him. He was an attractive man with short black hair and blue eyes. Eyes that were soft when he smiled, but you’d better run if he wasn’t.

He was tall, athletic, and had a body I couldn’t help but admire whenever he was with me. Despite being seventeen years older than me, he looked every bit a Hollywood actor women would go crazy over. Even though I never saw him with any, I never doubted he had a string of women. He was so private that, even after all these years, I still didn’t know his actual name.

When Uncle walked up to me, my body was on alert as he trailed a finger down my arm.

“Livy,” he whispered, making me shudder. He never failed to get that reaction from me and I always noticed how much he smiled every time I gave him that reaction. He loved it. “You look beautiful. I can’t wait to get you in my bed where you belong.” When he closed his mouth over mine, I was lost. How he had this hold over me, I had no idea. At that moment, all thoughts of anything else faded. It was just him and me, and my body celebrated the thought.

He pulled away, breathless, holding my head in his hands. “I can protect you from the shadowman, Livy. You don’t need to be doing this anymore. Why don’t you come home where you belong?”

I shuddered again at that word. The word he knew would bring me to my knees. I had it engrained in my head ever since I was ten.

Uncle smiled at my reaction and placed his finger on my lip. I felt something wet against it and I wanted to lick.

“Lick your lips, Livy.” I did as instructed, tasting the familiar sweet strawberry mixture I had come to love.

Like usual, I felt my whole body come alive as he brushed his mouth against mine again. “You don’t realise how much I want you, Livy. Tell me how much you want me.”

I closed my eyes, letting the heat of him take over. “I want you, Uncle. I want to please you.”

He cupped my face in his hands and licked his lips. “You know what to do.”

I slid down in front of him and undid his trouser belt and buttons. Yanking them down, I saw his cock spring free and licked my lips in anticipation. Uncle groaned as I grabbed his cock in my hand and licked the tip.

“Fuck, Livy. I’ve been dying for this.”

It had been two weeks since I had done this for him. It all started after he had pulled me out of my black hole and made me better again. I did it because I was grateful. I did it because he wanted it. I did it to make my lord and master happy.

And I loved it. I loved taking him down my throat and sucking him dry, and the reason? He made me love it. He made me yearn for it the minute he commanded me. Not once had he tried to have sex with me. He knew I wanted to wait until all this was over. I had no doubt things would progress the minute I came home, but for now, I was happy to do this for him.

I licked along his shaft before swirling my tongue at the tip. He hissed and the sound went straight to my legs. For some reason, I always felt so horny whenever I did this. At times, I wanted him to fuck me, but I never once took it that far.

“Livy, your mouth feels so fucking good. Take it, Livy. Take all of me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I took him as far into my mouth as possible, causing him to groan. He gripped his fingers in my hair and guided me. He liked the control. He liked to take over and make me go at his pace.

“Fuck!” he roared as I sucked his cock harder and faster.

I felt his grip tightening the more I moved my head. I moaned, relishing in the feeling, and felt Uncle stiffen. I knew he was close. I was finely tuned to him.

As I set an even faster pace, I felt the slight burn I always got between my legs, diving on him in a frenzy. I always lost control when I went down on him, but Uncle loved it. By this time, I knew he was going to let go at any second.

“Fuck, Livy! You feel so fucking good. I’m going to come.”

I dived my head down on him again, swirling my tongue as I went. I heard his breath coming away in gasps, getting closer to coming.

I felt his whole body tense and his cock became engorged inside my mouth. I felt the explosion of come and took it all like the good girl I was. I felt the heat of his semen slide down my throat as I licked it all up.

“Fucking hell, Livy. When are you going to let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours?” His breath started to slow as I pulled my head back. I knew he needed a minute, but I was left unsatisfied. My body cried out for a release.

As if sensing this, Uncle looked down at me with an approving smile as he stroked my hair. “You did well, Livy. Do you want me to make you feel good now?”

I nodded and let him pull me to my feet. He put his cock back in his trousers, zipped up, then turned his attention to me.

He pinned me to the wall of my hallway. Not once did he ever try to take me to bed. Countless times, he had said what would happen if he did. He was restraining himself for me, making me want him more.

My breath hitched when he finally granted me his touch. With one small movement across my breast, I moaned, begging.

“I can smell me on you, Livy. I fucking love that. You. Are. Mine,” he growled, making me close my eyes. I loved that he made me feel this way, but I also knew just how strange I would feel once he left. I always knew what we had done, but never cared. It was almost as if each time was a distant dream. It was such a weird feeling to have over and over again.

Pulling the strings of my negligee, Uncle leaned forward and placed my nipple in his mouth. I moaned, grabbing his hair and pulling him in.

“Livy, stop, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

I stopped, despite the fact my body cried out for more. He was being patient and waiting for me. The least I could do was give him this.

As his head moved down, he kissed my stomach until he was kneeling in front of me. He slowly pushed my negligee up. He reached the top of my thighs and squeezed. I moaned, leaning my head back.

“So. Fucking. Sexy,” he breathed. “Put your leg over my shoulder.” I did as I was told and felt his hand on my mound. He stroked me until he reached my entrance.

“Livy, you’re so wet. You don’t realise how much restraint it’s taking me not to take you right now.” He pushed two fingers inside, instantly relieving the burn. I was in heaven.

I moaned and Uncle looked up at me. “Do you like that?” I nodded, breathless. “Do you want me to taste you?”

“Yes…,” I whimpered.

I felt his tongue gently flick my clit and I almost came. I didn’t know what it was about him that made me so eager straight away, but whenever he touched me, I was lost.

“Sweetest taste,” he growled, diving in for more. He slid his fingers in and out as he went to work on my clit. His tongue swirled around, concentrating on every part…except my little nub itself. I gripped his head in my hands, desperate for him to give it some attention.

“So eager, aren’t you?” He placed his tongue back on my clit and made sure he gave me what I was seeking. My whole body went rigid and I felt the climb of an orgasm rapidly work its way up. By now, I was moaning aloud and he knew I was close. He was finely tuned to me, too.

“I’m going to...” I threw my head back and screamed as my orgasm wracked my body. The fire inside of me, which I felt whenever he was near, seemed to burst into flames and only calmed down as my orgasm faded. I never understood that feeling. I had never had it in my life before.