Hello my lovely readers! I'm proud to introduce you to my new beta: Lynda Loyde.
And I'd also like to thank you all for your continued support. I have found out that I have readers from what seems like all over the world. That's great!
And a WARNING: smut ahead in this chapter. Just so you know.
Enjoy!
TRIS POV
I have literally no idea what to expect when I make my way to the address our instructor gave me.
For all I know this could be a filthy place with one or two gaunt girls who never had enough food and rotting teeth.
When I arrive at the house I see a rather huge wooden door and a more or less intact façade. The house is large and in seemingly better shape than all of the other houses in the factionless sector.
Maybe this isn't going to be as bad as I feared. But I shouldn't get my hopes high. They don't say to never judge a book by its cover for no reason.
With a deep breath, I raise my hand to knock, but before my fist can even connect with the door, it opens from the inside and a boy with tousled black hair and grass green eyes appears at the doorway. The boy smirks at me as he registers my startled expression. He is one of the most peculiar persons I have ever met and seems so different from all the other factionless. He is probably a year or two older than me and wears a strange combination of tight black trousers and a bright red and yellow shirt. But what's really notable is that he hasn't lost yet his joy of living and has such a positive and playful aura.
"Sooo, enjoy what you're seeing?" He asks and I realize that I stared at him for quite a while. I blush a little but reply
"Oh, you know, I just thought that you're probably the only person in this whole city that would put Amity and Dauntless together like you do. I admire you for trying."
"Are you criticizing my fashion choices? I am shocked! And such words from a stiff. That hurts." He says with a cheeky grin and a hand over his heart in mock hurt.
"I assume that you're the stiff that Marcus Eaton wants us to teach? If that is so, please do come in."
"Yes, that would be me" I say as I pass him and step into the room. And what a room at that! It is a grand room with a high ceiling and paint and pictures on the walls. The room, or foyer, I guess, holds a counter and there are sofas, loveseats and armchairs scattered around.
The dominant color is red, which gives the room an overall cozy feeling. I blush just as red as I closer examine the pictures on the wall. All of them show two or more naked people in explicit situations.
I hear some laughter from behind me and turn around to see who it was. On one of the sofas sit three young women, which I haven't noticed before. One of them stands up and comes over to me.
"Ah, you're here. Beatrice, is it? Well, I'm Louise and you've already met Mick. Those ladies over there are Emma and Audrey. There are more of us, but they are currently asleep. And you don't really need to know them. Mick and I are going to teach you what you need to know. So come on, we can settle that somewhere more comfortable.
She takes me through another door and down a hallway until we reach a smaller room which mainly consists of a tiny bed, a wardrobe and a huge vanity table. I'm starting to wonder where did they get all that stuff from. First the sofas, loveseats and armchairs in the foyer now this huge vanity table. I'm curious but I refrain from asking for now.
Louise tells me to strip down and I comply hesitantly, thinking about my bruised and beaten body. As I stand in front of her, entirely naked, she takes the sight of me in and a look of disgust crosses her face. Great. Thankfully, she doesn't say anything about it and just tells me to go take a shower and put on more 'appropriate' clothes; consisting of a really revealing lacy bra and lacy underwear.
"Ah, that's better. Now come here and sit down." She motions to the vanity table and pulls out the chair.
The next hour or so is filled with her giving me a makeover and simultaneously teaching me various techniques so I can do it myself when I'm on my own. When she's done she orders me to wash my face and reapply it myself. I'm still quite unsure of my motions, I have never had any make up, since it's considered self-indulgent. Still, Louise is a good teacher, even if not always very nice, and she showed me how to enhance my features and make me look sexy, or as sexy as I can get, with minimal make up. It takes me a lot longer than her and my lines aren't nearly as precise as hers, but she is content with the result and so am I.
Next on the list is my hair. That is more complicated, since I still have to always wear it in its Abnegation style, and it would draw suspicion if I curled it or something along those lines. So she simply shows me some basic hairdos for my long, blonde hair.
Up until now I feel uncomfortable, but it is bearable. I never shed a thought for my looks and seeing me looking sexy in the mirror had me shocked for a moment. I tried to hide it and block my thoughts out, just going along with whatever Louise told me to do.
There wasn't anything really physical until now and I'm glad, because I'm really afraid of that. My relieve over that, however, doesn't last very long.
Before I know it, Louise takes me to another room which is clearly used for clients. The biggest indicator for that is the huge bed, of course. And on the bed lies Mick on his back, his arms folded beneath his head.
"Now it's time to learn how to pleasure a man. And that's best taught by Mick because… well, he, is a man. I have to go and get ready myself for the evening. Try not to interfere with the clients when you leave. Oh, and here's your 'dress' and a bag of things Marcus Eaton wants you to have. And a pill. Take it now and then once every month. It's birth control; you wouldn't want to get pregnant now, would you?"
And with that Louise tosses the stuff at me and leaves me alone with Mick.
I turn to him, afraid of what's about to come.
"I never thought a twelve year old could look so sexy." He tells me with a grin. He pats the bed, motioning me to sit down next to him.
"Now, I know you're afraid and this is going to be awkward, but I need you to trust me and to cooperate, otherwise this will hurt a lot." He says soothingly and for some odd reason, I trust him. I'm not exactly sure why, maybe it's his positive and playful character or his kind smile he is giving me.
I just nod; not really trusting my own voice.
"Have you ever had sex before?" He asks me tentatively.
"Y…Yes, well no. I don't know. I'm not a virgin anymore."
"Oh, ok. I thought so. Now, that's not exactly what I'm supposed to teach you, but you need to get a bit more comfortable with me and I want to show you, how great it can be. So for starters, we are just going to have sex with one another. And I'll show you the pleasures it can bring. Close your eyes and just let me do what I do best."
With that, he kisses me on the mouth and slowly pushes me onto the bed until I lie on my back and he hovers above me. His hands cup my breasts through my bra, while he continues to kiss me. First on the mouth, but then he leaves a trail of kisses down my jaw, along the neck until his lips reach my bra. As if on cue his hands wander under my back and he pulls me up a bit to unclasp my bra. As it is flying through the room, I move my hands to cover my bare chest.
I feel embarrassed and incredibly exposed. Mick gently grabs my wrists and holds them above my head. By now I'm fighting my panic. I can't move; can't escape. My breathing gets faster and more and more shallow and I try to speak, but no words would leave my mouth.
Mick finally notices and lets go of my hands. He gently strokes my cheeks and murmurs that everything is going to be just fine, until I've somewhat calmed down.
He eyes me compassionately and says "I'm really sorry for having to say this, Beatrice, but you need to get over this fear. I know that sounds rude, but others aren't going to care. If you want we can stop right here and move on to the lesson I'm supposed to teach you. But I'd really recommend going on. You need this, and it's really not so bad."
I sigh and after a moment of complete silence, I tell him to go on. He is right and I know it, but that doesn't make this any easier for me.
He nods at me and then goes back to kissing me. He kisses my breasts and circles my nipple with his tongue. This is a complete new sensation for me and I can't help it but to let a moan escape my mouth. I feel my nipples grow hard, and so does he. I feel him grin against me and he moves on, down my stomach. His hands move with his lips, down my side and my thighs. When he reaches the cuts on my abdomen, he sits up a little and traces them with his fingers. I turn my head to the side, not wanting to see the look on his face. But just like Louise, he doesn't comment anything about it but just moves his hands further down.
When his hands are between my legs, all the thoughts vanish from my consciousness. I feel him circling my clit and I begin to squirm and the fear rises again. But there is also a large amount of pleasure that's building inside me. Those two feelings battle themselves until Mick slips a finger inside me. Pure pleasure overtakes. As he moves at first one, then two fingers slowly in and out, I mirror his movements with my body and moans escape my mouth in rhythmic intervals.
His fingers move faster and harder and deeper until I finally feel like exploding and a wave of bliss and ecstasy rides through me. With the loudest moan yet, my back arches and I lose control over my whole body. I pant as I struggle to get a grip on myself and can't bring myself to look Mick in the eye.
He takes his free hand and strokes my face again. After a few seconds I'm ready to look at him again and see him grin once more. His eyes ask whether I liked it and whether I'm ready to go on. I give him a small nod and lay back again.
He removes his hand from my core for a second and takes of my remaining underwear. Then he takes of his own shirt and pants until he is completely naked as well. When I risk a glance at him I notice how muscular he is and wonder for a brief moment, in which faction he might have grown up, but then I see how hard he is. I quickly look away, blushing beet red. He chuckles a little but soon is serious again. He gives me another kiss on the lips and spreads my thighs.
When he aligns himself at my core and I feel him against me, I'm reminded of Marcus again and I panic. I start to squirm and kick and claw at everything that comes in my way. I'm blinded by fear and memories and I feel the bile rising in my throat. Startled, Mick lets go of me and I sprint to the bathroom, stark naked, but for once, I don't care. I need to get away and I need to get to a toilet. I throw up and tears stream down my face.
I didn't notice the door opening and closing until a pair of hands pulls my hair out of my face and rubs my shoulders in soothing circles. I turn around to see Mick with a concerned and pitiful face as he pulls me onto his lap and I have a full blown break down. The memory of night with Marcus is too much for me to bear. The night when my virginity were stolen from me. The night when all of my hopes of escaping Marcus with my brother and sister are crushed. The night when my dreams for a happy future were destroyed. The night which I thought was going to be my final night in Abnegation, only turns into a night in hell with the devil. I cry and sob until there is no more liquid left inside of me and I'm completely exhausted. All the time Mick rubs my back and murmurs consoling words into my ear. I've never cried before, always staying strong for my dear little sister. Now however, I don't need to be strong for anyone else but me. And I need to feel weak and pity for myself. I'm finally letting all my emotions out, finally crying for everything that has ever happened to me.
Only after I'm done I realize the picture that must have been, a small girl, covered all over in scars and bruises, stark naked, in the arms of a muscular, also naked. Oh well. Mick looks at me a little wary and asks me if I'm done.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure what came over me, but I felt you and I was reminded of… of my first time, and I just snapped. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" I try to explain while taking deep breaths.
"It's fine. I've had worse. I grew up in Dauntless, you know." He answers and all that really registers with me is 'Dauntless'. Figures. That's where all the muscles come from. I'm about to ask him how he ended up in a brothel, being male and all, but before I can open my mouth, he starts to speak.
"I'm really sorry for everything that's happened to you and what will happen to you. I really am. And I know that all of this is hard for you and that you never wanted anything like this. I'd get up, bring you back and never see you again, if that was possible, but it isn't and the only thing that can help you is to be prepared. I won't push you today, but we need to do this eventually.
And tonight, if I'm correct, you are to meet up with Marcus and show him what you've learned, right? So you can dress again for now, and learn some stuff that you need to now with your clothes on."
He stands up and pulled me after him. We walked back into the room and I quickly grab my normal underwear and dress. Putting them on again, I immediately felt better and safer. I am truly grateful for Mick's understanding and is determined not to blow it up again. So I turn around to him and learn a thing or two on how to pleasure a man with just my bare hands.