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“I don’t,” I said quickly. Perhaps too quickly, because I remembered the orgasm that had gone with his probing. “Not until I’m ready. If ever,” I cautioned.
“That’s fine. That’s how it should be. So tell me one of yours.”
I gulped. I had plenty. Silly ones, like having sex in nothing but stockings and high heels. I’d done that with Micah, but more by accident than design—we’d been to a prom ball and he’d spilled wine on my dress. The sex was an apology. He’d found me stuffing the frock in the washing machine and taken advantage.
I chewed on my lip, wishing I could see Stefan’s expression. Would he mock me, laugh at my dark secrets? I’d let Micah take me, because deep down, I liked those impromptu sex sessions, the ones where you don’t expect them to happen. “I…like rough sex. Not violent—”
“Never. Aggression has no place,” agreed Stefan.
“I don’t want to feel afraid,” I added.
“Fear, no. Trepidation can heighten sexual desire.”
Why was this so goddamn hard? “I like to be surprised.”
“Surprised?”
“Kind of pounced on, unexpectedly.” I cringed at my audacity. Now he probably thought my morals were warped. “It’s daft. Forget it.”
“Unplanned and spontaneous sex. That’s what you’re describing, Callie. That’s about you being available and unhindered by negative thoughts.”
“Available?”
“Let’s say we’re at home together. A horny Callie wants sex. She puts on a short dress and no underwear. You tell me, say something like, ‘I’m such a naughty girl today and what are you going to do about it?’ It’s a signal. The start of a game. At some point, I pounce as you say and have my wicked way, and you come, because you’re wet and ready for it.”
I squirmed next to him. Just hearing him describe my fantasy to perfection made me wet. “Yes, that’s it.”
I grasped the stiff shaft of his cock. “A fantasy, that’s all.”
“Good one, I may add.” He groaned as I tightened my grip. “Keep going.”
I slipped my head under the cover. It didn’t make any difference to the level of darkness. I burrowed down until my mouth reached his cock and I sucked the pre-cum off the end, while he hooked his hand around and frigged my excited clitoris. I came first, clenching my thighs together and trapping his fingers as the gentle waves flew out across my sex. I managed to keep my tongue curled about his erection and worked it hard to keep him on the brink.
“I’m coming,” he growled.
A hot spurt of liquid pooled on my tongue and I swallowed each drop of his cum with gusto—a little meal in the middle of the night. I flopped my head onto his belly, the tip of his dwindling erection still resting on my lips.
I drifted off to sleep in a stew of mixed emotions. Had I done the right thing, telling him my innermost thoughts? And what would he make of them, because what I’d described was a perfect scenario for a Dominant, wasn’t it? Make myself available then let him decide? Choose to strike or hold back and leave me tormented with unrequited lust. What a feast for his controlling ways.
Perhaps, I should have kept my mouth shut.
* * * *
After breakfast, I wandered into the music room. Stefan had gone to check on his father. The manuscript papers I’d seen the previous day were gone. Whatever Stefan was working on, he’d chosen to keep it hidden. I suspected he hadn’t intended to leave it out.
I ran a finger along a shelf of books. A couple of titles caught my eye and I lifted them down. Heavy tomes with faded spines and both written in English. One was a biography of Rimsky-Korsakov, my nightmare composer, and the other a guide to teaching woodwind instruments. I thumbed through pages, passing the chapter on embouchure and tonguing techniques. The references to oral skills made me smile. Part of our fun last night had involved my facial muscles.
“Borrow them.”
I jumped, my heartbeat pounding, and I clutched a hand to my chest. “Stefan! What’s with the ninja stealth mode?”
He stood in the doorway. How long he’d been there, I didn’t know, as I’d had my back to the door.
“How’s your father?”
“Waking up. Not quite ready for springing out of bed.” He approached me and fished the woodwind book out of my hands. “This is invaluable, especially if you’re going to do a teaching diploma, or a performer’s diploma—you’d excel at either.”
I gaped at him, opening and shutting my mouth in another display of fish impersonation. “What are you talking about?”
