Neither looked very happy.
“My lord, what’s the matter?” April asked him. There was a tone there. He could hear it, but could not for the life of him understand it.
“Sara said she hurts. She won’t open the door. Damn stubborn girl. She’d rather stay in there and hurt instead of letting someone help her. Are all women like this?” He turned toward the door again and hit it hard with his fist. “I won’t have it, you hear me, Sara? I won’t have it!”
“The whole house can hear you, you arrogant ass. I swear to....” She sobbed and he felt it all the way into his soul. “Will you fucking go away? I just wanna sit here. Why are you doing this to me?”
Maybe , he thought, if I piss her off enough, she will come out to me.
“Me? I’m not doing anything. Yet, anyway. But as soon as I can, I’m gonna paddle your ass good. Now open this door.”
He stepped back slightly and started to press his strength against the frame when April pecked him on the shoulder. He moved over to allow her to try. But paddling Sara’s butt was sounding better and better all the time.
“Sara, honey, it’s April. Will you open the door, please? You’ve worried us all quite enough.”
“What’s going on?” Demetrius asked as he, too, made his way into the room.
Just great, he thought, now all they needed was—
“Hello, everyone. Are we having a party up here then?” Colin Larimore, Aaron’s best friend since the late nineteen hundreds, crowded into the room.
Aaron, still standing close to the door, heard her say, “For the love of St. Peter, is there, oh, I don’t know, maybe a gardener or two who isn’t in here we can bring in? I’m pretty sure that there are quite a few more people you can cram in this room to witness my ongoing humiliation. Why did I even get out of the stupid plane?”
Aaron laughed. He had not laughed this much in years. “No, everyone is here, love. Now, will you please open the door for us?”
Aaron could hear her moving around. Hopefully, she was coming to the door, because he was not going to be able to stay still for much longer. He stepped back just as he heard the lock disengage.
“ I didn’t bring my clothes in, so all I have is a towel. I don’t want any comments from you ,” he felt her whisper through his mind.
Every time she did that, he was surprised. The only time two people of his kind could communicate through mental communication was when they had exchanged blood or had sex. They had done neither…yet.
“ I’ll keep quiet, I promise. Now, open the door and come out here before I come in there and get you .”
He hoped that it was a very large towel. He wasn’t sure he could handle anything less than a thick comforter. The thought of what she may or may not have under the towel was making him hard. He did not want her to see him like this, especially with a room full of people. No, a small towel, or better yet, no towel, was better left to when they were alone.
When the door pulled open, there she stood. His breath caught and he stilled. The towel was not big enough, he decided as soon as he saw all that creamy skin. She was beautiful, simply... What the fuck? he thought as he looked at her reflection in the mirror behind her, and stepped closer to her. It was not the sight of her wrapped in one of his towels; God knew that alone was enough, but she had been beaten, and badly. Her back was covered in bruises from neck to what he could see of her legs. When she turned and looked over her shoulder, their eyes caught in the mirror. He knew in that moment she realized he could see what she had been trying to hide. When she took one, then a second step back, he snapped.
“No. Don’t move back. Turn around, Sara. Turn around and let me see.” Anger made his voice hard, and he knew he was frightening her, but he could not help it.
“It’s all right, really. That isn’t what hurts. Not now, anyway. I’m fine, Aaron. I’ll...I need to get dressed. If you
“My lord, what’s the matter?” April asked him. There was a tone there. He could hear it, but could not for the life of him understand it.
“Sara said she hurts. She won’t open the door. Damn stubborn girl. She’d rather stay in there and hurt instead of letting someone help her. Are all women like this?” He turned toward the door again and hit it hard with his fist. “I won’t have it, you hear me, Sara? I won’t have it!”
“The whole house can hear you, you arrogant ass. I swear to....” She sobbed and he felt it all the way into his soul. “Will you fucking go away? I just wanna sit here. Why are you doing this to me?”
Maybe , he thought, if I piss her off enough, she will come out to me.
“Me? I’m not doing anything. Yet, anyway. But as soon as I can, I’m gonna paddle your ass good. Now open this door.”
He stepped back slightly and started to press his strength against the frame when April pecked him on the shoulder. He moved over to allow her to try. But paddling Sara’s butt was sounding better and better all the time.
“Sara, honey, it’s April. Will you open the door, please? You’ve worried us all quite enough.”
“What’s going on?” Demetrius asked as he, too, made his way into the room.
Just great, he thought, now all they needed was—
“Hello, everyone. Are we having a party up here then?” Colin Larimore, Aaron’s best friend since the late nineteen hundreds, crowded into the room.
Aaron, still standing close to the door, heard her say, “For the love of St. Peter, is there, oh, I don’t know, maybe a gardener or two who isn’t in here we can bring in? I’m pretty sure that there are quite a few more people you can cram in this room to witness my ongoing humiliation. Why did I even get out of the stupid plane?”
Aaron laughed. He had not laughed this much in years. “No, everyone is here, love. Now, will you please open the door for us?”
Aaron could hear her moving around. Hopefully, she was coming to the door, because he was not going to be able to stay still for much longer. He stepped back just as he heard the lock disengage.
“ I didn’t bring my clothes in, so all I have is a towel. I don’t want any comments from you ,” he felt her whisper through his mind.
Every time she did that, he was surprised. The only time two people of his kind could communicate through mental communication was when they had exchanged blood or had sex. They had done neither…yet.
“ I’ll keep quiet, I promise. Now, open the door and come out here before I come in there and get you .”
He hoped that it was a very large towel. He wasn’t sure he could handle anything less than a thick comforter. The thought of what she may or may not have under the towel was making him hard. He did not want her to see him like this, especially with a room full of people. No, a small towel, or better yet, no towel, was better left to when they were alone.
When the door pulled open, there she stood. His breath caught and he stilled. The towel was not big enough, he decided as soon as he saw all that creamy skin. She was beautiful, simply... What the fuck? he thought as he looked at her reflection in the mirror behind her, and stepped closer to her. It was not the sight of her wrapped in one of his towels; God knew that alone was enough, but she had been beaten, and badly. Her back was covered in bruises from neck to what he could see of her legs. When she turned and looked over her shoulder, their eyes caught in the mirror. He knew in that moment she realized he could see what she had been trying to hide. When she took one, then a second step back, he snapped.
“No. Don’t move back. Turn around, Sara. Turn around and let me see.” Anger made his voice hard, and he knew he was frightening her, but he could not help it.
“It’s all right, really. That isn’t what hurts. Not now, anyway. I’m fine, Aaron. I’ll...I need to get dressed. If you
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