"Oh, just smell that!" Henry watched as his mother took in a deep double-lungful of the moist, warm air that filled up the Heartspring atrium, despite...being open to the sky. The front of her robe expanded and began to part in a fashion he suddenly found very interesting, then embarrassing. When was the last time he'd had sex, anyway?"Breathe it in!" Reluctantly, he did, and felt a warmth suffuse through his body from toes to fingertips, making his extremities tingle a little."What is that. 'Well…I meant table manners.' He nodded, his laugh hidden as he sank down the bed under the sheet that was based at our thighs. 'What are you on about?' I questioned, I’d barely finished my sentence before I felt his warm hands settle on my thighs, pulling them apart. His breath only inches away from my pussy, the wetness remained since he had pulled himself away from me. It still ached, and yearned for his cock. The tingles increased as I felt the air escape his lips and brush against my skin.. The real reason I couldn’t tell anyone, though, was my fear. As long as no one knew, I could pretend they were all innocent. If she admitted it, how could I ever trust Kate again?I could feel the return of the anger I’d felt that night—the betrayal of having Kate assume she should be a slave to me—like Wendy. Only she was nothing like Wendy. Kate was the most headstrong and unbendable woman I’d ever met. She completely ruined it that night. I hadn’t called her ‘Kitten’ since. In fact, I had. I’ve never been in love before. I can’t understand how I could possibly be in love with the man who kidnapped me, raped me and beat me with a whip. It just isn’t possible to love a man who lets other men rape you whenever he feels like it. Nearly everything you’ve said to me has been an insult. But I deserved every one of those insults. I’m not the same person I was on Friday. I don’t really understand what happened or who I am now. But I like me better now. If you want me to leave you’re going.