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It was a very nice feeling that held me tightly at that moment and ripped me out of my deep abyss, at least for a brief moment. The familiar way in which she carefully leaned her head against my leg was completely new to me and where I usually just wanted to get a quick turn with women, I enjoyed this tender familiarity with her to the fullest.
It was as if she was designed to keep me alive, just like I pulled her out of the water and kept her conscious.
"Emilio?" I heard her soft voice and looked down at her questioningly while she tilted her head and looked at me with a slightly pained expression that made my heart ache. No one in this world could arouse my sympathy in that way. Just her... and Mira...
"Yes?" I breathed soothingly and began to stroke her hair very gently, which she seemed to enjoy for a moment.
With her eyes closed she leaned her head even further on my leg and although she was innocence personified and her closeness not at all provocative, I still felt my cock move down from the sight to her. Especially since she just looked totally uninhibited, with her uncombed hair and a light film of sweat on her forehead...
Fuck!
"Who is the woman in the pictures?" she then asked into the silence and immediately the sexual tension between us vanished. The question hit me with a force that I could hardly stand, because it was almost impossible for me to talk about Mira. She lived in my mind and I wanted her to just stay there. As if I could protect her from this cruel world.
"Mira," I suddenly whispered softly and immediately noticed how Isalie opened her beautiful eyes and scrutinized me intently while I was just surprised at myself.
Did she really deserve the answers?
Have we been to this point yet? The one where you had to disclose everything?
I didn't know because there was no comparison...
She was the first to touch my heart in this way. The first one that drove me insane just thinking about her. The first where sex wasn't the first and only priority...
I carefully rubbed my thumb over her cheek, but I couldn't react that quickly when she suddenly got up and ran a few steps away from me, which made me look up at her in bewilderment.
She was probably the first who dared to elude me. Her delicate innocence seemed only a facade, for the way she now put her hands on her hips and squinted at me with a raised eyebrow, she looked like a strong, confident woman that no man could fool her about.
"I want to go home," she finally said, looking me straight in the eyes, but I knew that eventually she would look away. I was the dominant part here, she shouldn't forget that and she should feel it, no matter how delicate her appearance was.
And then it happened. She shyly avoided my blank stare and probably crossed her arms in irritation, which looked so cute I couldn't help but smile stupidly. But my joy at it seemed to infuriate her.
"What are you doing?! Is this all a game for you?!" she demanded excitedly, pointing wildly at the pictures behind me with her hands and at the bathroom door while I leaned forward on the sofa and she looked right at me observed.
It was fascinating for me to watch her finally dare to stand up to me. Others would get a bullet for that, but I had my respect for her! I didn't want her any other way, because there were enough women who just talked my mouth off. They were boring, interchangeable... my butterfly wasn't and never would be.
Another smile touched my lips at the thought of her body beneath mine and I couldn't help but imagine the power games I could play with her.
"Emilio?! Are you even listening to me?!" She pulled me out of my thoughts and I immediately pointed to the stool behind her, where she sat down after a moment's hesitation, while I struggled to get up and stood right in front of her.
Her sweet smell wafted up to me and where she had just stood so bravely in front of me, she now sat under me with a racing heart and bit her lower lip nervously. That's exactly what I asked of her and she knew how to deal with me.
She seemed perfect...
"Mira is not a normal woman, as she might appear in the photos," I began in a calm voice, but it took all my will to even talk about it. But no matter how stupid and naive it sounded, I trusted her even though I barely knew her.
"And the things in the bathroom are hers too."
She stared at me in disbelief, but even though she seemed confused and still had so many questions, she must have noticed my insecurity on the subject, which led to her taking my hand in hers. She gently stroked the back of my hand and looked up at me sympathetically.
"You don't have to-"
"I do," I interrupted, really taking it as an opportunity to share my fears and worries with someone. "My father is not a good person, Isalie. He's probably even the son of the devil, he does such perverse things to other people. I learned early on how to get along without him, but Mira never had a chance to do so."
I felt my body tremble and the harder it got, the more tender Isalie's touch became. Lost in her glassy eyes, I mustered up the courage to continue.
"She's a few years younger than me. I wanted to take her and run away, but I couldn't."
My voice broke and I snatched my hands from my butterfly and wanted to run away, but as quickly as I wanted to turn away, she jumped down from the stool and hugged me from behind, so that I lost my control and was surrounded by her delicate wings and was in despair started to feel the warm tears on my cheek.
"It's all right," Isalie whispered against my back, and at the same time she hugged me even tighter, as if trying to prevent me from breaking.
"I can't help her, Isalie! Never! My dad has a hold of my sister and it's only because she has autism! She can't adjust to new places, can't do without him and I hate that she is just tied to that monster!"
Filled with anger and sorrow, I felt ashamed, but bravely turned to Isalie. She should see what a fucked up wreck I was and while she may have thought I was strong and able to protect her before, now she saw my fragile side too.
I just hoped she wouldn't run away from her...
