Chapter 3: Mazie

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MAZIE

I must have fallen asleep after slipping into Ajax's warm T-shirt and black boxer briefs. After I rolled the waist, they fit well enough not to fall off. I dozed off, knowing that at least when I awakened, Ajax would be there.

I even remembered waking up a few times at night, and Ajax was there to brush back my hair or hold my hand every time I whimpered. I looked over at the chair he'd slept in, but he wasn't there any longer. I felt a pang of guilt for forcing him to stay with me. There was also the familiar self-loathing attempting to claw its way out.

Confidence had never been my strong suit, but I had seen improvement through therapy. A child of the foster care system, I had been shuffled from place to place, never really having a proper home.

All my life, I just wanted to belong to someone and be unique to someone. My therapy taught me I didn't need anyone to be fulfilled, but that didn't stop me from longing. It didn't stop the hurt the abandoned little girl had always felt when left behind.

Here I was, alone once again.

Feeling far too lonely in Ajax's enormous bed, I climbed off and noticed a space underneath the side table. I knew it was a regression to hide in small spaces, but Dr. Baker had pushed much further than ever before.

Snagging the sheet, I climbed under the side table and covered myself with it. Then I began my breathing techniques once again. In my third round, I smelled him coming into the room.

How could I smell someone from across a room when I was wrapped up in a sheet? The weirdness of the situation was almost more than I could handle.

"Hey," he walked straight over to where I was hiding but didn't touch me. "Are you alright?"

I didn't answer. Because honestly, I wasn't alright. Unless I had been heavily drugged and dreamed the last twenty-four hours, and that wasn't likely.

"I'm going to pull you out, Mazie girl," he warned me right before I felt his hands grasp my waist.

I allowed him to pull me out, and quickly, I wrapped myself around him like a baby cub.

I felt more than heard his soft chuckle. "You're so sweet. I'm sorry you've been through such an ordeal. Do you want some breakfast?"

I wanted him to hold me in his arms and tell me everything would be okay and that I would never have to change into that terrible beast again. But I felt thatwouldn'thappen, so breakfast seemed logical.

"I am a little hungry." My answer was muffled by his broad chest, but he understood my request.

Ajax carried me through his house as if I weighed nothing. While I wasn't the tallest of women, coming in at a mere five feet four inches, I did have curves and plenty of them. That's how I made my living as a plus-size influencer.

My therapist had been hesitant when I started this new venture. She had wanted me to interact with what she called 'real people' versus people online. I rolled my eyes and told her that people online are just as real as you and me.

Dr. Baker had a way of looking at you so intently that all the holes in your statement suddenly began to appear. We both knew that I was avoiding personal relationships. In my experience, they only brought you pain. Relationships online had a level of anonymity that I tended to hide behind. Thousands of people can like your Instagram post or comment on your TikTok; some aren't nice.

But it wasn't right to your face. I could always reason the trolls wouldn't feel that way if they knew me. Or I could tell myself that the camera adds ten pounds, and their comments didn't matter.

However, I avoided real-life, person-to-person conversations and relationships like the plague. Even now, instead of walking around like the grown-ass adult I should be, I was huddled against this stranger's chest.

Maybe I was too broken.

The thought brought tears to my eyes. I bit my lip and tried to make the tears go away. Sadly, when Ajax went to put me on the countertop, he saw my tears.

"Hey, baby girl, what's the matter?"

The worst thing someone can do when I am upset is to be nice to me. It was as if the gates of my emotions had been ripped off, and sobs began to wrack my body.

I could feel the anxiety and compassion rolling off Ajax as he contemplated what to do.

"How about we just sit for a while? Breakfast isn't going anywhere." He scooped me up and sat down in a wide recliner that rocked. Whispering words of encouragement, he rocked me until my tears subsided. At this point, his T-shirt was soaked, and I had a massive headache.

"I think you will feel better after you've had something to eat," Ajax said. "Come along, Mazie girl. I will fix some fruit pancakes and bacon for you. How does that sound?"

My stomach growled loudly. A flush stained my cheeks when he laughed at my body's response.

"I like a girl who appreciates a good meal," he said with a wink. "Now, let's get rid of this wet shirt."

Grabbing the back of his collar, Ajax yanked the shirt he'd been wearing off of his body. Holy melon balls, the man was cut! He looked like one of those models gracing the covers of my favorite romances.

When Ajax cleared his throat, my gaze snapped up to his. I could see that his blue eyes were shining, and he had a predatory look. Somehow, I wasn't frightened of him, which is saying a lot, as I was afraid of everything. If anything, his intensity caused something inside of me to tighten.

The voice in my head whispered once again, "Mine!"

Hearing voices that nobody else could listen to was never a good sign. I ignored it because, deep down, I wanted him to be mine. It was as simple as that.

"Mazie," his voice was gruff as he said my name. "If you don't want to start something here, you'd better stop looking at me like that."

My tongue darted out and moistened my bottom lip. He growled, and that deep rumble, which should have been a menacing sound, caused my sex to clench.

"I'm warning you," he said, stepping forward.

The old Mazie would have taken off my now. Lord knew I wasn't one to flirt or mess around with boys. How many neurotic twenty-seven-year-old virgins do you know? I know one—me.

My breasts tightened against the fabric of his t-shirt, and the space between my thighs began to ache.

Ajax's hands wrapped around my hips, and he yanked me forward into his body. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. I could feel the length of his erection against the juncture of my thighs. While I'd never had sex before, I had read about it a million or so times.

For the first time in my life, those crazy, steamy scenes that seemed so farfetched suddenly became plausible. Here it was, Mazie Green, with my legs wrapped around the most gorgeous man I had ever met; my fingertips grazed his rock-hard chest, and his forehead had come to rest on mine.

"I can't take advantage of you," he said gruffly.

I moaned, wriggling a little against his length, and then gasped as I felt a twinge of tortured pleasure. Was this what I'd been missing? I rubbed against him again like a cat in heat, causing Ajax to curse and my clit to come to life.

Dear God, if this was just a taste of intimacy, I had a fair idea that I was destined to be an addict.

My breathing hitched as I pressed further, chasing something I clearly didn't understand. From the tense way Ajax held me, he was clearly on the edge. However, he didn't pull away or admonish me. He allowed me a safe space to explore. There is no pressure, no shame, just acceptance and understanding.

I cried out in frustration a few moments later when I couldn't get the relief my body so desperately needed. It wasn't until my plea hit his ears that he finally moved.

"Please," I whimpered.

"God, you are perfect, Mazie. What do you need?"

I'm sure my face was beet red, but I didn't care. Taking his hand, I placed it between my thighs. "Right here, I need you here."

"Have you ever done this before, Mazie?" he asked gently.

I shook my head.

"Have you touched yourself on your own?"

I bit my lip. "I have a few times. But it's never quite like what the books say. I end up feeling more frustrated than anything else."

Ajax's hands tightened on my hips. "I won't leave you frustrated. That I can promise you."

His hands sank into the waistband of the black boxer briefs, and he slowly began to slide them down my body. I could smell my arousal filling the air, and it embarrassed me.

Ducking my head, I avoided eye contact until Ajax returned my gaze to his. "What is it?"

I huffed. "It's embarrassing."

"Nothing is embarrassing between us. Tell me."

I took a deep breath and then blurted it out. "I can smell myself. You know, there is a smell from there."

Rather than move away, Ajax parted my thighs even further, sticking his face far too close to my sex.

"What are you doing?" I cried out in a strangled voice.

"Investigating," he said with a wink, and then, to my horror, he brought his face closer and licked the seam of my sex. "Hmmm, seems perfect to me. Open up, baby; let's have a look."

We both froze over his usage of the word baby. It had slipped off the tongue so naturally that the endearment had my throat tightening. I had been nobody's special person before.

His eyes met mine. "I meant nothing inappropriate by that."

Deciding to show the real me, I went for it by saying, "I've always loved it in books when she calls the hero Daddy. Does that totally creep you out?"

He considered for a moment as he rubbed the tip of his nose against my heated flesh, driving me wild. He flashed me a devilish grin and replied, "Maybe you need a special daddy to make all your hurts disappear."

I felt a gush of heat between my legs. I liked that—a lot.

"What do you want, baby girl?" he asked, his breath teasing my swollen sex.

"Please, Daddy," I whimpered. "Make my pussy feel better."

He chuckled at the term I had used for my sex. But he didn't balk at it. I figured I might as well be me. After all, I was naked for the first time, begging Ajax to get me off and calling him Daddy. The time for pretense was gone.

Ajax leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, sending shivers down to my core. His hands caressed my hips as he looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire. "Beautiful," he whispered, taking in the sight of my body that he held against his chest. The look in his eyes made it clear that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He licked his lips nervously before leaning forward again to taste me for the first time. The soft brush of his tongue against my sensitive folds had me arching into him, needing more. "Mazie," he groaned, feeling how wet and ready I was for him.

Slowly, he worked his tongue inside me, circling my clit while one hand slid lower to tease my entrance. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before - warmth spread throughout my entire body as he licked and sucked on my sensitive flesh. I cried out, unable to contain the moans that escaped my throat. Ajax's touch was skilled; it felt like he knew how to make me crave more of him. His fingers slipped inside me, rubbing against the spot that seemed too sensitive for words. I clung to him tighter, needing the pleasure that was building inside me to become explosive.

My nails dug into his skin, urging him to go deeper as he used his teeth on my clit gently before swirling his tongue around it once more. I could feel myself getting closer and closer without understanding why everything was happening so quickly.

Ajax's fingers trailed further down, brushing through my sodden folds before he pressed two digits into me. I gasped, feeling the unfamiliar stretch as he slowly pushed them deeper, his knuckles gliding against my wet flesh. He took his time, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion while his thumb strummed over my clit in slow circles.

"Good girl," he murmured in a husky voice, low and thick with arousal. "You're so tight...so wet for me." His words were like molten honey, warming me from within and making me squirm in pleasurable delight.

The achingly slow thrusting of his fingers began to pick up pace, each stroke pushing me closer to that precipice of pleasure I was so desperately seeking. The hot, tight coil inside me started to knot even tighter as every nerve ending became hyper-focused on what Ajax was doing between my legs.

"Oh...oh god!" My breath hitched as Ajax angled his fingers upward, hitting an elusive spot deep inside me that sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body. His rhythm became more relentless, mercilessly pounding into me over and over again until I was trembling from the sensations.

"Daddy..." My whimpers escalated into cries as I clenched around him, the pleasure too much yet not enough. It was overwhelming but all-consuming simultaneously, and I wanted - no, needed - more.

"There you go, baby," he growled, reading the desperation in my eyes. His thumb increased its pressure on my swollen bud, circling it faster until I could feel myself unraveling under his touch.

My world exploded as waves of ecstasy rocked through me. Each wave hit harder than the last, taking control of every fiber of my being, leaving nothing unscathed by its intoxicating force. My whole body bucked against him, seeking more friction, needing more contact to ride out the orgasm that washed over me.

My head was a whirl of sensations as I slowly came down from the high, feeling Ajax gently pull his fingers out and softly kiss my inner thighs. The heat between us lingered, a tangible testament to what happened.

"Did Daddy make you feel better?" he asked teasingly. All I could do was nod, still breathless from our passionate encounter. "Good girl," he praised once more before leaving another soft kiss against my folds.

I thought he was finished, but he was only getting started.