Trauma and Scars

Athena.

His footsteps were in my head. I recognized them everywhere. It is difficult to admit that he was a part of me now. I don't even hate him like I wanted to.

The bed dipped when he sat behind me. He trailed his fingers on my back, circling them in an even pattern, touching me where I wanted to be touched. He placed a kiss on my shoulder.

“What does your tattoo mean?” He moaned into my ear and nibbled on it. I creamed in my panties.

“I was abused when I was eight by my nanny.” I broke my fear and he froze, his teeth gripping my ear “You are hurting me.”

“I am sorry, I just didn’t think….” He trailed off and continued. “I am so sorry. I am..”

“It is okay, you can just hug me from my back, I will feel better.” I assured him.

He took off his shoes and he sat beside me like I asked, I leaned against his bare chest, I didn’t even know he had taken his clothes off. He snuggled his face in my neck and I felt his hardon poke my bare back.

He withdrew from me when he saw that I flinche