the bar next door

Eden nodded her head, she was listening to his easing instructions. No one is going to hurt me. She repeated that sentence in her head and tried to take deep, slow breaths. Keep it steady. She was bound to be on edge with this, with how she'd heard people would just return them like used toys, it was going to put anyone in a constant anxious state and create so much stress and worry within. She was just trying so hard not to show any weakness before, to be strong but she was a girl with a big heart and she couldn't help it. She did fret, she just wanted a place to call home again, warmth, nice food, to feel wanted in the right way.

It was the feeling more than anything, she knew she was small, that he could trap her if he liked, he could be uncaring but he didn't seem it. So far she actually thought she had struck quite lucky with this man as her owner. That still felt odd to think. "Yes please, for a little bit maybe.. maybe we can try it again later? Is that okay?" she gave a curt smile, worry still etched on her brow but the fact she said she'd try again when she clearly didn't enjoy it, when something from her past haunted her with that, proved a lot. "I can do better, I will do better." she insisted, but even laying there, arms raised up, her body a map of curves and dips, she still looked beautiful, even with those sad eyes.

He watched Eden slowly take in the words at heart, nodding wordlessly, as she slowly began to calm herself down, putting herself out from the deep recesses of her mind that she had inadvertently found herself in. Lucas did not fully understood the depths of how damaged Eden was, but he could hazard a guess. Someone her status getting sold like that, treated like a piece of meat, or just simple labor to be used, abused and twisted and used up, and with that thought of getting returned, it would be definitely the point for her to break. In all honesty, Lucas was not even supposed to buy Eden in the first place. He was moved to take her by… something, that of which he had not known what for.

Lucas had to chuckle lightly at Eden’s determined look, as he gazed down at her youthful, lithe, petite figure. Even while she was laid there on her back, her sad eyes showed a burning desire to be wanted, needed. She paled in comparison to his stout, aged, rough-hewn appearance. Lucas’ hands undid the buckles around her wrists as he freed Eden from her leather bounds as he watched her with a wry grin. “Of course it’s okay. You can try again. I’m not going to push you when you have your boundaries, still.” The man replied lightly, as his hand dipped in between Eden’s legs, thumb brushing over her swollen nub, relaxing her and arousing her slowly, or attempting to. “How about we just do something simple, that doesn’t involve you being bound or anything too rough then?”