I pull her away from the door by her shoulders and scoop her off her feet.Her shriek and arguments fall on deaf ears as I bridal carry her across the room.Despite her demanding I set her down, she clings to me as though afraid I’ll drop her.
Never.I’d rather cut off my own dick than fumble such a precious gift.
“I’m too heavy.Put me down!”
I stop in my tracks and silence her with a glare.
“Your boyfriend is a piece of shit.You should break up with him.”
“W-what?You have no right—”
“I have every right.I found you beaten black and blue and spouting nonsense like ‘I’m too heavy,’” I mock.
She opens her mouth to refute me, but I talk over her.
“At the very least, your boyfriend is a weak little liar, but at the worst, he’s an abuser.Either way, you should leave him.”
I lament the many layers of my suit as she curls her nails into my shoulder, but the tightness around my throat as she fists my tie adds a sensual note to our exchange.
“Or maybe I just don’t like to be carried around.Put me down,” she says through gritted teeth.
I hum a disbelieving note and spin.She squeaks and clings to me.
“I don’t think that’s the case at all,” I say into her hair to hide my smile.“You just haven’t found anyone you trust enough.”
“If you want me to trust you, you’re going about this all wrong,” she mumbles against my chest.
Despite the delicious jiggling of her curves, the misery in her voice dampens my enjoyment, so I step toward the bed.
“What are you doing?”she demands.
I lean forward, putting more of her weight on my arms, and hold her more than a foot above the mattress.She claws at my chest and shoulders.
Her breasts heave with her erratic breaths and brush against me.
“Do you trust me now?”I ask.
It’s childish.I shouldn’t.I can’t resist.
She was always the one coaxing me out of my shell in middle school.I never knew a playful version of me existed, and maybe it didn’t before she came along, but now that she’s in my arms, I don’t want to deny myself the pleasure of taunting her.The role reversal shouldn’t amuse me so much, especially knowing she’s in some kind of trouble, but if I can make her forget about reality for even the tiniest of moments, I will have succeeded.
“I will never trust you if you drop me,” she declares.
I smile.Her pupils dilate.
“Then I’ll just have to hold on to you forever,” I quip.
As I rise and settle her more firmly against my chest, she hisses in pain.
I drown in eyes made of liquid honey.
“It hurts,” she admits.
All traces of levity flee at the return of my fury.
“Where?”I demand.
“Just put me down and—”