A Heart for Rebel by Mia Natal Read Free Book Online

and
matching hoodie. I grabbed socks and my chucks. I take my art supplies with me
and head out. I sit on the stoops of my apartment building and wait for
Bailey's return. I'm engrossed in my drawing when I felt a gentle hand on my
shoulder. I look up and into the eyes of Mrs. Sullivan.
    "Rebel, dear
is everything alright?" she asks.
    "Yes, Mrs.
Sullivan. Everything is fine. I'm just waiting for Bailey to come home," I
replied. Mrs. Sullivan knows how it is in my home. How my mother operates. She
looks at me with worry and concern. I don't know if it's out of pity or concern
since I've never seen that emotion in my mother towards me.
    "Rebel, come
inside dear. It's rather chilly. I don't want you getting sick. I'll fix us
some breakfast and a cup of coffee. You can wait with me for Bailey. Perhaps
the two of you will join me for dinner. I'm making a pot roast. What do you say
Rebel?" she asked.
    “Thank you, Mrs.
Sullivan. Bailey and I would love to join you for dinner as long as it’s not an
imposition,” I replied.
    “Rebel, if it were
I would have extended an invitation. Now come on. Up…up let’s get inside where
it’s warm,” she said.
    Mrs. Sullivan has
always been nice to me. There were times I wished my mother could be as sweet,
loving and nurturing as Mrs. Sullivan. It's just wishful thinking on my part. Mrs.
Sullivan made me scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. I can't remember the
last time someone other than myself made me breakfast. I was famished. I washed
the dishes after we both ate breakfast. I sat by the window watching out for my
little sister's return. Mrs. Sullivan was busy reading her bible. Every few
chapters she would stop and softly say, "Amen."
    I opened my sketch
pad and lost myself in creating art. I love drawing, painting, sketching, and
basically anything that has to do with art. Right now I’m sketching Wyatt. I
can’t seem to stop thinking of him. The sex in his kitchen was off the charts
good, but it did not compare to the sex we had in his bed. He blindfolded me
and tied my hands to the bedpost. Without thought I use my hand to caress my
neck and shoulder as I relive the things we did last night.
     

     
    “ D o you trust me Rebel?” he asked.
    “Yes, I trust
you,” I replied.
    “I won’t hurt
you. I just want to heighten your pleasure. If at any moment you feel
uncomfortable just say so and I will stop,” he said.
    “I trust you,
but if I feel uncomfortable I will let you know,” I reassured him.
    He used a finger
and trailed it on my face, gently making his way down towards my neck. I felt
him lean down towards my neck and inhale.
    “So beautiful,
so gorgeous, and so god damn sexy,” he murmured. He continued to trail his
finger down and around my breast. He twirled his finger around on nipple. He
pinched it and the lowered his mouth to it and sucked on it. He did the same to
my other breast. I was on fire. I wanted more, but was too afraid to voice it. He
used his teeth to nibble down my arm and across my stomach. I squirmed from the
myriad of sensations I was feeling. It never felt this intense, this good
before Wyatt. I didn’t know if it was because he was good or if it was because
of the connection I felt with him.
    “God, Wyatt,” I
panted.
    “Every moment
spent with you Rebel, is like a beautiful dream come true,” he whispered. Oh,
god can he be any sweeter? For the first time in my life, I felt something more
than despair. I felt wanted.
    “Mm…so good.
Don’t stop,” I moaned. He continued to love me leisurely. I always had a need
to be loved by someone who chooses to love me, who sees in me something worth
loving and the way he was worshipping my body I felt loved. I felt worthy.
    He wanted me to
feel a lifetime in a short time frame. He trailed his tongue on the inside of
my knee and I almost came from that feeling alone. He continued to torment me
with his mouth and tongue. I wanted to touch him, but I was restrained.
    “Tell me Rebel,
what you