Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 21

Lauren

It’s been a little over two weeks since I proposed my game to Elise. A lot has happened in that short amount of time. She had gone from hating me and not wanting me around to all of a sudden agreeing to let me take her out on a date. Or should I say, just a nice picnic at the pond a few hundred meters from my house.

I found it funny how I just wanted to get to know the girl, maybe have some fun with her along the way and now I have a growing affection for her. And all you had to do was steal her from her life, the back of my head yelled at me.

“So, how are you enjoying yourself?” I ask Elise, who is sitting in my lap, watching three little birds chasing each other over the water of the pond.

She just hums, relaxing into me more and closing her eyes. I just smile and examine her serene expression, feeling freer and happier than I ever had before. Something that I’ve come to expect with Elise in my arms.

Thankfully, since the last visit from my stepmother, she has left Elise alone so she could sleep peacefully. She still spends the majority of the day napping in various places, which distracts me when I’m trying to do work as she usually falls asleep in my lap or on the couch, always looking like the most beautiful being on earth.

“I’m loving it,” she whispers, kissing my neck. “Especially the lunch, but I am so full.”

I laugh at her pained expression as she rubs her stomach a little.

Elise’s appetite has grown over the last few days as well, which I am really appreciative of, because her complexion is a lot healthier and her weight, though still an issue, doesn’t worry me that much anymore.

“Fancy a swim?” I ask, replacing her rubbing hands with my own.

She gives me an unimpressed glare before laying back against my shoulder. I chuckled again, but stopped when she hit my stomach.

“Sit still,” she grumbles, closing her eyes again.

Mischievously, my hands crawl under her shirt and ravager her hips. She curls into herself, fighting my fingers away from her sides as she giggles uncontrollably.

“Lau… Sto… please,” she hisses between her laughter.

I sigh but wrap my arms around her torso, under her shirt and pull her closer to me, lying us down on the blanket.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask her after a while of silence.

“How wonderful you are,” she whispers, causing a surge of warmth to fill me. “You’ve lived through so much pain in your life and yet you're still an incredible person, maybe with minor anger and control issues.”

I laugh along with her, but I know what she’s ultimately referring to. I’ve known since I rejected her attempts the first time.

“I’m sorry Elise,” I say truthfully. “I know what I’m asking you isn’t fair, but I can’t risk…”

“Hey,” she Interrupts, pushing her finger to my lips. “You don’t ever need to apologies for feeling uncomfortable or being scared. Yes, I want to reciprocate but i am willing to wait for when or if you ever feel like you are ready.”

She removes her finger but before I can rebuttal her with another apology, she pecks my lips and stands up.