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A loud knock on the door caught Nancy's and my attention as it opened and a police officer walked in. He looked a bit older than Kian and had a stern look on his face. 'Good evening ladies. My name is Officer Miller.” he greeted us. "We 've had reports of sexual assault and harassment ," he let us know, so I nodded in agreement. He took out a small pad and a pen, then looked at us both expectantly. "What's your name Miss." "Saphira Graves," I answered him. He wrote this down and continued: "Now, Miss Graves, tell me what happened." I followed his request and described what had happened, which he carefully wrote down.

The whole time Nancy held my hand and didn't leave my side. Her closeness gave me the courage to talk about it, even if the man hadn't finished his deed. Just trying it gave me a chill down my spine. I tried to sound strong and choked back tears. Officer Miller finished writing on the small pad and looked at me with his dark brown eyes. 'It's testimony against testimony, by the looks of it. Because Miss Jones says you only staged it because you were jealous.' My mouth dropped open. This mean snake seriously had the guts to deny everything and then blame it on me? This woman was a devil!

“Officer Miller, there's evidence on the man's cell phone! He himself admitted to being paid by Miss Jones.' Nancy interjected, very angry. Still, she tried to curb it. 'Miss Jones also claims it was a fake chat. But to make sure it's true, we'll check it out. I advise you to come back to the station and have your statement issued as a report. Then you can press charges against Miss Jones and Mr Davis.' I took his advice. This was my next project when we were done here. I didn't want to just let Ruby get away with it. 'Only Mr Davis is being arrested for now. There is still no hard evidence against Miss Jones.« , the grey-haired man explained to us. So that meant that this madwoman was still at large. I was beginning to feel like she belonged in the closed institution, Ruby was that crazy.

The police officer said goodbye to us before Kian walked in and asked me about the conversation. I told him what the current situation was like. "I'll make sure she doesn't get away with it," Kian assured me. I was so grateful that he helped me even in this annoying situation and was there for me. He pulled me into a warm hug, which I happily returned. I inhaled his masculine scent, reassuring myself that I was safe now.

[...]

Before Kian and I drove home, we stopped at the police station. A detailed report was made and the two were also reported. Now it was time to wait until I got a letter from the public prosecutor's office. Ruby was banned from contact during this time, and she was forbidden from staying near me. At least something...

It was already after midnight, but I wasn't particularly longing for sleep right now. Kian therefore decided to order something to eat while I changed in the room. When I stood in front of a mirror in just my underwear and looked at myself, the events flashed before my inner eye again. I started breathing frantically like I was about to die from lack of air until I felt a hand on my shoulder and cried out. "Calm down baby, it's just me," my friend reassured me. I took a deep breath before Kian wrapped his arms around me.

Now the question arose if I could ever sleep with Kian again without panicking. Because I didn't want him to be in withdrawal and have to get his satisfaction somewhere else. I didn't judge him that way, but my fear was greater. It was a traumatic experience I've had in my life so far.

I took the plunge and kissed him greedily on the mouth. He replied, but held back a bit. "I don't know if that's a good idea," he said between kisses, which made me stop. "What do you mean?" I pretended to be stupid. 'You've just had a bad incident. I don't want to rush anything that makes you uncomfortable.” “Kian, I'm not fragile,” I said, a little harshly. I didn't want to be treated like a frail girl. "You just had a panic attack-" I cut him off immediately with a wave of my hand, not wanting to hear it. "My God Kian, it'll be fine," I snapped at him, who only snorted in surrender. "Nice. How about we take it easy and bathe together?” he suggested. The idea wasn't that bad, so I agreed.

Before we went to the bathroom, the doorbell rang, which meant that the food was there. Kian sprinted down the stairs and came back after a few minutes with two boxes of pizza. In the bathroom he placed them on a round side table. I was looking for bath salts in the closet when Kian started the water in the tub. He dimmed the lights and then took off his clothes. I also took off my underwear and slipped into the warm water. Kian sat behind me so I could lean back. I lay skin on skin on his chest and enjoyed the quiet. "Hungry?" he asked me before I nodded. A slice of pizza wouldn't do me any harm, even though I wasn't that hungry right now.

We didn't say anything for what felt like a quarter of an hour and listened to the splashing of the water when one of us moved. It was a comfortable silence. And only now did I really realize that I could feel his erection on my back. I slowly turned to face him so I could look into his eyes. He moved closer to my face and brought our lips together. It was a soulful and passionate kiss. I felt his hand move to my chest and suddenly fear overcame me. The fear of being touched.

I jerked away from him, trying to avoid his gaze. He knew full well that it would go too far, but once again I didn't want to listen. "It's okay, Princess," he whispered softly to me. Only now did I dare to look at him. He smiled at me encouragingly, but I couldn't return it. I wanted to satisfy him, but this blockage in me prevented me. It was a kind of protective mechanism that my body had developed so quickly.

"We don't have to sleep together," he reassured me, but I just shook my head. "But I want it..." Only I couldn't. I wanted to feel that feeling again, which only Kian could trigger in me. I wanted an orgasm, which only came about because of him. "What do you think if we ... well ... if we do it ourselves and watch each other?" It seemed to me that Kian had a solution for everything. But this was completely new to me as I had never touched myself. Or watched someone do it themselves. But the idea was exciting and also a relief for me. Because that's how I knew that he wasn't looking for someone else to relieve his pressure. "Okay," I agreed.

Kian ran a hand down his crotch and began massaging his erection. He paced up and down, watching my reaction. "Touch yourself, Saphira," he whispered to me. I grabbed my breast with one hand while the other went to my pleasure pearl and stimulated it in circular movements. I gasped at the feeling of heat and looked at my friend as well. I watched him jerk off as I now placed a finger in my entrance. I penetrated and started moaning. "Oh god." It escaped my lips. I had to admit that it wasn't the same as if he touched me. But the sight of him aroused me, so I took a second finger and pumped it into me. Kian increased his pace. His green irises absorbed a dark veil that sprouted with lust and greed. With half-open eyes I kept looking between his cock and his face. His mouth was slightly open. "Fuck," he gasped. "Not long now and I'll be there."

I was close to orgasm, so I curled my fingers inside myself, triggering a more intense feeling inside me. My muscles tightened more and more. The tension built up more and more, which is why my middle threatened to explode. I tensed up more and more as the tide of pleasure swept over me and I screamed as I climaxed. I held onto the edge of the bathtub with one hand.

Kian enjoyed the sight of me and continued to massage his cock. My orgasm subsided a bit when I realized that it was about to happen. "Cum on my breasts," I said in an agitated, immediately exhausted voice. Without a word he got on his knees while I straightened up and stuck out my tongue. After a few seconds he shot his seeds at me, some of which ended up in my mouth. For that moment I even forgot what had happened a few hours ago. Kian managed to make me forget.

I tasted his salty cum and swallowed it. I wiped the rest of my breasts with my fingers and licked them off as well. My boyfriend gave me a satisfied look and then kissed me. He probably didn't care that he could taste himself.

"I love you." he whispered to me.