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Trust
Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: avrgblkgrl, Rating: , Source: LushStories
night, when she thought him asleep, she took one of his many knives. He thought the probability of her attempting to kill him was great, not that it caused him any fear. He considered overpowering her and lifting up the skirt of her shift. He could simply claim the knife. But, his hands under her clothing was a dangerous thing. He was not sure if he could control them. He could simply ask for it. However, the moment he had chosen proved itself to be difficult. There was something in her eyes that gave him pause. He thought of how he would react in her position. He would have also acquired the means to defend himself. He decided to trust her. Sometimes in order to relieve the tenseness that she created, he pleased himself. This had never been a habit of his, but there were times when denying himself was painful. This was one of those moments. Using the seepage of his own cock, he made it glisten in the darkness. He slid his hand up and down his hard, now flushed and ruddy, tool. He thought of Iona as he fucked his hand, faster and faster. He thought of her skin against his, her lips open and her tongue circling the head of his cock. He rubbed the taught skin of his belly, which moved him closer to release. That's when he felt her hand on top of his and the press of her nakedness at his back. He froze. "I trust you. So you trust me," Iona whispered, removing his hands and continuing with what he had started. Her small, delicate hands did not offer the firm grip needed. She ...