“Shhhh,” he whispered, laying her down with his grip on her hair. He leaned over her on the bed, his lips on her jaw as he nuzzled her ear. “Shhh, baby, relax. Look at me. Look here at me Amelia,” he said gently but sternly, turning her face to his as he eased his grip in her hair. “You’re fine. I’m feeling you out. You aren’t a sub, I get it, calm down.”
“I t-told you I wasn’t like that! I don’t…”
“Shhhh, hush. Stop crying. Look at me. Amy… I don’t fuck with girls. I know girls, I know how to get you off, make you scream for me, make your body mine. But I don’t know how to read you beyond that. Never cared to try before.”
Amelia wiped her eyes, still shaking. “Lesson one,” she said almost angrily. “Ask!”
He laughed a full belly laugh and landed on the bed next to her, pulling her against him. “Fuck. Ok, Cherry. Tell me. What do you like?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what do you like?!?”
“I like peanut butter and chocolate,” she shrugged, frustrated. “Context.”
“What do you like in a guy? How do you want him to be?”
“I want him to be himself, I guess. I’m not into… anything. I am quiet and simple, Luka. I’m not like girls you have around here.”
“No, I know. But, what do you like? You like having your hand held? You like…”
“I like it when no one has to try,” she said quickly. “It just is and it’s right. I guess. I don’t really know what I like. I wasn’t allowed to date. I was home schooled. My aunt was… super strict. All I wanted was to come back here and be happy where my life used to be happy. I don’t need anything more. Luka… I liked the guy who took me up to the bluff and told me about how he grew up. He was real. I don’t know what else you want from me. If you want honesty… I want to go home.”
His smile slipped and the joy left his eyes.
“If you want to come and call on me, hang out, ask me on a date… that would be better for me than just being held here against my will. Not being allowed to leave. Luka… we have nothing in common, at all. I don’t understand why you want me.”
He scowled and got up, yanking his clothes off. “Get ready for bed,” he snapped. “Same t-shirt as last night is fine.”
She got up and changed quietly while he stood at the sink, holding the sides and looking down. She glanced at him more than once before she got into the bed and laid down.
Finally, he turned and spun, coming to bed in a huff as he jerked the blankets up and turned the lamp off. After another long moment, he spoke. “I don’t know why I want you either. But I do and you are fucking mine. I don’t ever want to hear about it again, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And you will fucking learn how to suck my cock.”
She didn’t answer, curled up and stressed now.
“Your aunt. She still alive?”
“Yeah?”
“She hurt you?”
“Not really. Just super strict. She had no kids. She took me from GiGi, said I wasn’t being raised right. She basically locked me in the house until I turned 18. I could go in the backyard. It had an 8′ privacy fence and her house was in a gated community. All older people, no kids. Once a month, three other older ladies came and they played cards. I home schooled online and read a lot. That’s about it. I wasn’t allowed TV or youtube or anything. She had someone come in and put filters on websites I could go to. I guess she didn’t figure on me being able to read ebooks that she wouldn’t have approved of. She didn’t understand why the first thing I did when I turned 18 was pack up and walk out the front door.”
“I could send a few of the boys to visit her.”
“And what? Scare her? Hurt her? She wasn’t cruel really, she just thought kids today were being ruined with the way things were.”
“Still. Your voice holds pain when you speak of her.”
“That won’t leave just because you do something to her. It will always be there no matter what happens to her. I just want to move on. Go back to being happy.”
“She was rich? Your aunt?”
“Very.”
“And her money had no happiness for her. That is why you focus on the little joys.”
“Yes.”
“I am not the same as her.”
“No. You aren’t. But you aren’t fueled by money, either. That isn’t what makes you keep climbing. You want to be better than the man above you. Always. You want to be that man, you want to be better. Luka… there will always be someone else a step above, no matter how high you climb. You know that, right? If you can’t be happy until you are on top, you will never be happy. You have to stop looking up, stop looking at who is higher and look around you.”
“So you say. You are too young to be so… stoic.”
She said nothing, but she rolled to her side, closer to him and pressed her head to his arm. He put his arm around her and pulled her up to lay her head on his shoulder. “Luka?” she asked after a while.
“Mmm?”
“Is that your real name? You don’t look like a Luka.”
He snorted a laugh. “No. Per, he wasn’t from here. When I first came around, he had trouble with my name and shortened it to Luka. Lukallawei.”
“That’s pretty.”
“I don’t think anyone in the club but maybe Alan knows my whole name.”
“Because he keeps books?”
“Mmm. Cherry?”
“Amelia. Amy. Take your pick. Not Cherry or baby or any of those, please.”
He laughed softly. “Amy?”
“Yes Luka?”
“I am going to teach you to suck my cock.”