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"Yes."
Her face softens and she looks pleased. "That's good to know."
Christine stands up and walks behind me, her hand dragging over my flesh. "Have you ever kissed a woman?"
"Yes."
"How many men have you been with?" she asks, her hands covering my breasts, massaging them. Her chest is to my back and my eyes widen as she presses harder into me. My breathing deepens. I've never had a woman touch me like this before and I'm not sure what to think, because I actually like the way it feels.
My back arches of its own accord and I lean into her touch. "I don't keep count," I say, a little breathless.
"Give me a roundabout number, Aubrey. Three, nine, twelve?"
Blunt and to-the-point.
"Over twenty. I prefer one-night stands. I'm not a relationship kind of girl, and I'm not just saying that in the hopes you hire me. I just don't do boyfr
iends."
There's a purr in the back of her throat and I seriously can't tell if she's happy about my response or not, but I feel like she might be.
Madam Christine tweaks my nipples, pinching and tugging, so it sends a zing straight to my throbbing pussy. My arousal coats my inner thighs. I don't know what to think about the way I'm feeling right now because it's so foreign to me, yet I really like it.
Her fingers spread and she slowly skims her hands down my stomach, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. My eyes rolls shut and I focus on her touch, my body simmering with a craving for more.
When I leave Sanctuary Cove tonight, I’m going to crucify Natalie for not fucking warning me first that not only would I be getting touched by Madam Christine, but that I would like it too.
Fifteen
"What about anal, Aubrey?" Christine says, her tone a sensual caress down my neck. For a second, I wonder if she’d like to strap one on and test me out.
I blink rapidly while her hands move lower to my hips and down to my inner thighs, just grazing my pussy. She gives one thigh a good squeeze and my body lights up like it’s the fucking Fourth of July. I let out a little sigh. Her grip loosens and my thigh tingles as her fingers splay across my trembling flesh. I'm aching for her to move higher. Her hand on my opposite thigh creates warmth as she moves her palm in circles over my skin. Just when I think she's going to graze up my hips again, she shocks me by delving her fingers into my pussy.
My body jolts and presses into hers, and I let out an obvious sigh of pleasure. Christine plays with my folds, stroking them both equally, building my desire.
"Anal, Aubrey? Answer it."
Fuck. I'd forgotten she asked that. My hips tilt back and a rush escapes my lips.
"No," I say, and she glides two fingers up and down my embarrassingly wet slit, rubbing over my clit.
I try to focus on something, anything, other than how good she's making me feel, but it's impossible. There's something erotic about the way she, a woman, is touching my sex. Like it's forbidden, and that makes it much more desirable.
"I appreciate your honesty," she says, stroking me slow enough and with just enough pressure to make my body tremble on the edge of desire. "I can't tell you how many girls lie, and when they're paired up with the wrong guy…" She clucks her tongue. "Aubrey?"
"Yes?"
Her fingers slow down then speed up, her attention on my clit just right. Breathing heavily, my eyes roll shut.
"Do you want to come?"
Swallowing hard, I lie. "No."
"If I keep playing with your wet pussy, are you going to come?"
I squeeze my eyes shut. "No." That would mean I’m okay with all of this, and I’m not sure I want to be.
She rubs me harder and faster until I feel the orgasm climbing, but I try desperately to force it down.
