Scarred Beauty(46)

“You’re fucking me,” she said.

Another slap landed on her ass. She hated the way it made her hotter for him. The burn went straight to her clit.

“You’re fucking my ass,” she screamed.

He fucked her, strumming her clit as he took her ass.

“Look at us, Elle. Watch as I fuck this ass and make it mine.”

She lifted her head and saw their reflection in every mirror she looked. The intensity of his gaze made it hard for her to breathe. Something far deeper than fucking was occurring as he stared at her.

“I’m inside you,” he said.

The pleasure increased as he fingered her nub, pushing her over the edge of oblivion. Without thinking she began to fuck her ass back onto his cock, forcing him to go faster. Isaac held her with his hands at her waist as he fucked her.

Nothing else mattered to her.

“Fuck, such a tight little ass.”

He thrust inside her two more times and growled as he came, slapping her ass three times. She felt him jerk inside her as he came. His cock grew thicker with every pulse of his thick sperm.

She collapsed on the bed. The only sound she could hear was the sound of their deep breathing. Isaac pulled out of her ass and picked her up in his arms. He stood her upright as he ran a bath, the lemony bath fragrance permeating the air as he filled the tub. She watched him as the turmoil of what happened built inside her.

He carried her over to the tub and settled her inside the hot water.

The hot water felt great as her muscles were protesting from the treatment.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Scared. Worried. I’ve never done anything like that,” she said. She figured being honest was the best course of action.

“There is nothing to be frightened of. I care about you, Elle, and I would never do anything to you that you won’t enjoy.”

Feeling a little better, she settled down and let him wash her body. All of her rioting thoughts could go to hell. She was in Isaac’s arms, and she was happy.





Chapter Twenty





After their hot bath, they lay in the bed in each other’s arms.

“Elle?”

“Yes.” She looked up at him. He was staring at her hair, his hand filled with her dark red locks.

“I know this isn’t your normal colour. Why do you dye it?”

“Because I got tired of men checking me out because of my hair. I’m not shallow, but it would seem blonde usually meant guys wanted to check you out. When I turned around they would freak out and pretend to be looking elsewhere. That’s why I dye it.”

“What colours have you used before?”

“I’ve done black, and when I first began dyeing my hair I turned it blue for Halloween. Brad hates it when I do it.”

“He sounds like my kind of guy,” Isaac said.

“Don’t you like my hair?” she asked.

“Elle, I love your hair, but I want to see your real colour, especially seeing as the hair around your pussy is a lovely shade of blonde.” He put his hand between her thighs, making her gasp.

“How do you do that?”

“What?”

“Make me stop thinking?” she asked.

“You’re easy to please.”

She slapped his chest and giggled as he tickled her belly.

“Stop it. Stop it.”

“I’ll stop if you agree to wash it out,” he said.

“What?” It was her turn to ask the questions.

“I bought this the other day. I want to see you with your proper hair colour.” He reached over to one of his drawers and pulled out the hair rinse which came with the hair dye. You could either rinse it out gradually or use the conditioner which came with it to rinse it out immediately.

Taking the box from his hands she stared at the instructions before turning back to him.

“I want to see the real you, Elle, without the fake hair.”

Tears filled her eyes at the big step he was asking for. Biting her lip, she weighed up her options. There was no way she could deny him, but could she be her natural self around him?

Getting up from the bed, she took his hand and walked into the bathroom.

Setting up the lotion didn’t take long. She was so nervous in case he didn’t like her with her natural hair colour.

Neither talked as they worked in the bathroom. Isaac helped soap her hair and rinse the dark red dye out of it. The process seemed to take forever. Noelle watched the colour disappearing down the sink, each wave of water getting lighter and lighter until the water out of her hair ran clear.

“Could you give me a moment? I’ll dry my hair and come out in a minute.”

Isaac cupped her cheek. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

She nodded and watched him leave the room. Taking a deep breath, she began drying her hair. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she saw past the scar on her face to see the woman within her. The blonde hair was different. After having the red hair for a few weeks she’d gotten used to the garish colour. When every inch of her hair was dry, she placed the dryer on the counter.