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11. A man

It was uncomfortable and a bit painful.

I rubbed my legs and I felt moisture. My eyes flew open.

'My period'

I tried to get up but an arm held me down. I groaned at the feeling. I was irritated.

I tried to remove it, but he didn't budge.

"What are you doing sugar? Its 3am" he says in his deep gruffy voice and I froze.

'Now I get it why Nicole always talks about a man's morning voice'

It did something to me and calmed me down, but it didn't calm down the bloodbath between my legs.

"I need to use the bathroom"

"Control it for some time"

I looked at him with a look like 'are-you-serious?' and my dumbass forgot it was dark so he couldn't read it.

"I have my period"

He sighed and groaned.

"Great timing sugar"

"I wish I could control it" I sassed.

"Remember sugar, I will only allow you to sass on your periods, otherwise be ready to get a red ass. And don't think you are off the hook even on your periods. I don't mind fucking you."

I froze.

"When I say that pussy is mine. I mean it. And after all, a real man has blood on his sword" I clenched my legs and I closed my eyes.

He lifted his arm and I got up and jumped down the bed like a penguin.

I felt him also getting up.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you"

"What?"

"Don't argue sugar. Just wear whatever you do and let's sleep"

I penguin-walked to the bathroom and he followed me.

I opened the drawer and I took out a pad. I sat down and I removed the pants, I looked at him. he stood near the wash basin and looked at me.

"Um..... can you leave?" I asked him as I felt myself go red.

"Give me you shorts"

"What?"

"I spoke in English and I'm sure you understood what I said."

"n-n-no need. I'll do it myself."

"Don't argue sugar, I'll rip it off you if you like it or not"

I gulped as I took off my shorts and I hesitantly gave it to him.

He took it from me and started to clean my bloody shorts.

I just looked at him.

"If you want me to clean you, I don't mind. As long as I get to touch that pussy" I clenched myself and I started to clean myself.

I tried to be as fast as I could and as discreet as I could.

As he was done, so was I. He threw my shorts in the laundry basket

I took the clean underwear, stuck the pad and I quickly wore it.

I stood up and as I walked to him, he scoped me in his arms and I yelped. I quicky grabbed his shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you to sleep"

And with that we gently put me on the bed.