Forbidden Innocence: Tales of the Forbidden by Jaden Sinclair Page B
Authors: Jaden Sinclair
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sighed.
“What’s going on?” Samara asked.
Dane looked at him and Blaine shrugged, giving him the go to tell his wife. “Samara is a bit scared of Blaine and sex.”
“Oh.” Samara also sat back in her chair, facing Blaine. “How long had she been in the Compound?”
“Years,” Blaine answered her.
“Well that explains a bunch,” Samara nodded. “Kera told me what they do to some of the girls there. What they make them watch and the abuse some of them might go through. It’s not a surprise then that she’s scared of everything.”
“Yeah, well we only messed around once in the Compound,” Blaine told her. “And then last night I got a bit drunk and kind of forced myself on her.”
“That doesn’t surprise me either.” Samara smiled. “You’re a man used to having any woman he wants. So what’s your plan then?”
“Don’t have one.”
“I told him to maybe go very slow with her,” Dane added in. “Get her use to the touches, kisses first and suffer a few hard hard-ons.”
“Could work.” Samara shrugged and stared at Blaine for a few seconds before also pushing away from the table. “I think I’ll have a talk with her.”
* * * *
Shyla couldn’t stop shaking or get over the feeling that any moment Blaine could walk through the door and force her again. She rubbed her arms, paced and jumped when the doorknob turned and the door opened. She sighed aloud when Samara peeked in, smiled and took the steps needed to enter the room, closing the door behind her.
“Thought I might come up and see how you’re doing,” she said.
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“Everything’s so new.” Shyla tried to smile, but couldn’t.
“Yeah, I understand just what you mean by new, trust me.”
“How’d you do it?”
Samara took a deep breath; let it out slowly with a nod. She took Shula’s hand, led her over to the bed and they both sat down. “Each one of us has some kind of baggage, and we all need that help to get through it. Understand?” Shyla shook her head, frowning. “Kera was sold by her father to the Compound. She spent I think a few years in there, fighting everything and everyone. She even fought Devon when he went in to marry her. My father was working to sell me as well, but not to the Compound. I welcomed Dane a whole lot more than Kera did Devon, but my life was so very different than hers.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Dane offered me a life I could only dream about. He also had the means to help keep my sister safe. At the time, it was him or the life my father was trying to sell me into. What I’m trying to tell you is don’t fear Blaine. He may bark, but I doubt when it comes to you he’s going to bite.”
Samara lowered her eyes to the floor. Again her mind went back to last night, and the way he jumped on her. How he had her on her hands and knees, came behind her and took her hard and fast. She had no control then, just like she had none the first time, or any time in her life for that matter.
“It scares me,” she whispered.
“Well I have a small idea then.” Shyla looked back up at Samara.
“We’ve been talking to him also. You both come from two very different worlds, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But how about this? You both give a bit. You let him touch, and I’ll tell him to let you control.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means that when you’re ready for the next step, you’ll be the one to take care of it.”
Shyla felt her face heat up, “I can’t do that. I don’t even know how.”
“Then, let me show you a few things I’ve learned.” Samara smiled as rose from the bed.
* * * *
Owen Paterio stood in front of a window in the Compound bedroom, naked, drinking. In the bed, passed out from crying so hard was a young maid he’d paid for. A blonde who had the same physical characteristic as his Shyla. But she wasn’t Shyla, which might be the reason he was so hard on
“What’s going on?” Samara asked.
Dane looked at him and Blaine shrugged, giving him the go to tell his wife. “Samara is a bit scared of Blaine and sex.”
“Oh.” Samara also sat back in her chair, facing Blaine. “How long had she been in the Compound?”
“Years,” Blaine answered her.
“Well that explains a bunch,” Samara nodded. “Kera told me what they do to some of the girls there. What they make them watch and the abuse some of them might go through. It’s not a surprise then that she’s scared of everything.”
“Yeah, well we only messed around once in the Compound,” Blaine told her. “And then last night I got a bit drunk and kind of forced myself on her.”
“That doesn’t surprise me either.” Samara smiled. “You’re a man used to having any woman he wants. So what’s your plan then?”
“Don’t have one.”
“I told him to maybe go very slow with her,” Dane added in. “Get her use to the touches, kisses first and suffer a few hard hard-ons.”
“Could work.” Samara shrugged and stared at Blaine for a few seconds before also pushing away from the table. “I think I’ll have a talk with her.”
* * * *
Shyla couldn’t stop shaking or get over the feeling that any moment Blaine could walk through the door and force her again. She rubbed her arms, paced and jumped when the doorknob turned and the door opened. She sighed aloud when Samara peeked in, smiled and took the steps needed to enter the room, closing the door behind her.
“Thought I might come up and see how you’re doing,” she said.
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“Everything’s so new.” Shyla tried to smile, but couldn’t.
“Yeah, I understand just what you mean by new, trust me.”
“How’d you do it?”
Samara took a deep breath; let it out slowly with a nod. She took Shula’s hand, led her over to the bed and they both sat down. “Each one of us has some kind of baggage, and we all need that help to get through it. Understand?” Shyla shook her head, frowning. “Kera was sold by her father to the Compound. She spent I think a few years in there, fighting everything and everyone. She even fought Devon when he went in to marry her. My father was working to sell me as well, but not to the Compound. I welcomed Dane a whole lot more than Kera did Devon, but my life was so very different than hers.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Dane offered me a life I could only dream about. He also had the means to help keep my sister safe. At the time, it was him or the life my father was trying to sell me into. What I’m trying to tell you is don’t fear Blaine. He may bark, but I doubt when it comes to you he’s going to bite.”
Samara lowered her eyes to the floor. Again her mind went back to last night, and the way he jumped on her. How he had her on her hands and knees, came behind her and took her hard and fast. She had no control then, just like she had none the first time, or any time in her life for that matter.
“It scares me,” she whispered.
“Well I have a small idea then.” Shyla looked back up at Samara.
“We’ve been talking to him also. You both come from two very different worlds, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But how about this? You both give a bit. You let him touch, and I’ll tell him to let you control.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means that when you’re ready for the next step, you’ll be the one to take care of it.”
Shyla felt her face heat up, “I can’t do that. I don’t even know how.”
“Then, let me show you a few things I’ve learned.” Samara smiled as rose from the bed.
* * * *
Owen Paterio stood in front of a window in the Compound bedroom, naked, drinking. In the bed, passed out from crying so hard was a young maid he’d paid for. A blonde who had the same physical characteristic as his Shyla. But she wasn’t Shyla, which might be the reason he was so hard on
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