James
How much do I say to you, Green-Eyes?
The truth?
Yes…. but not all of it….
…. not yet….
I inhale, fighting off headiness. Cupping her face in my palm, “Charlotte, I’m older than you; a lot older. I took your virginity. I can’t take your life from you.”
Still, she shakes her head, eyes wide. “Master, I don’t understand you.”
“You are young, beautiful, intelligent, courageous. You’re doing well at college. In a few years, you will be qualified, and the world will be your oyster. It would be very wrong of me to entrap you. After all, I’m just the man who bought you. So…. we play our games and I try to keep our…. complicated…. relationship…. just fun.”
My need for her wells up, threatening to overwhelm, to carry me away in a tide of remorse for having caused her hurt.
I want you….
…. so much….