Part 2279 – This Is My Choice.

Isellta unzipped his slacks and pulled them down as far as he could.

It wasn’t even close to far enough. But he managed to get it past his hips and down to his thighs. So, he counted it as a major success.

He laid back down on the bed and waited.

“Isellta.” Jay said. “Are you sure? It’s your call, your choice. If you tell me no, I’ll be okay with that. I’ll back off.”

My choice.

Isellta exhaled a soft breath.

“Just this one time and you’ll be safe. Mark Caten will not be able to lay a finger on you and neither will any of his minions. This one time will be enough to protect you.” “I don’t know what to do.” “I do. Are you ready?” “Please! Don’t! I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t hurt him.” “I can’t. I can’t! Please don’t! Stop! IT HURTS!”

For once, it is my choice. I get a choice in what is done to me and in how I am touched. I can say yes or no and he will abide by it.

“Isellta? What do you want me to do?”

My voice matters to him. I matter to him. I will always love him for that.

“Do what you want, Jay. I’m not scared.”

“This is not about what I want. This is all about you. What you want. What you need.” Jay moved closer to him and offered him his hands.

Isellta hesitated before taking them into his own hands.

“I’ll let you put them where you want them to be.” Jay said. “I will not touch you anywhere you don’t want to be touched.”

“What if I want you to stop?” Isellta asked. “Will you stop? Will you keep going? Will you get mad at me and yell at me?”

“No. Like I said, this is all your call. You get to call all the shots, not me.”

All my call? Call all the shots? Such strange human phrases, but they aren’t nonsense. I understand what he means.

Isellta tucked Jay’s right hand into the right side of his waistband and pressed his fingers against the material. He tucked his left hand into the left side. “Pull them down.”

“Are you sure?”

Isellta nodded. “I want to run to Robin. I can’t do that if I can’t even walk. If rubbing my legs will make them stronger, then do it. Pull my slacks off and rub my legs.”

“All right. Here we go.” Jay maneuvered the slacks down Isellta’s legs.

I can tell him to stop and he’ll listen to me. He’ll stop because I said so.

Isellta smiled at the ceiling.

Preyuna didn’t care about me like this.

Jay pulled the slacks down to his knees.

He isn’t Preyuna. He is my Jay.

Down his calves.

I matter to him.

Down to his feet.

He loves me and I trust him.

Over his feet.

I know he will fight for me.

His legs were bare.

Isellta’s wings whopped the mattress as he tried to flap them.

And I will fight for him.

 

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