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He turned and walked toward the bed, taking in her prim pose with her hands linked in her lap. She cast her eyes at her lap, the ideal submissive.
“Jill. You need a word if this gets to be too much, if you want to stop.”
Her chin came up, defiance in every line of her face. Blue eyes shining, she shook her head. “I won’t.”
“Pick a word or this stops now. I want you to use it if we go somewhere you don’t want to. Understand me?”
“I don’t—”
“Jillian. Pick one.”
Her lips curved. “Fine. Bastard.”
The shock of a curse word on those pretty pink lips punched through him right before amusement followed. She’d convinced him of her role with her demure posture, but he’d do well to remember the woman she was beneath the trappings.
He sees me.
Her words haunted him.
Soon, she would see him.
He turned on the bedside lamp. He intended to watch every movement she made. “Lean back against the pillows and spread your legs.”
She complied without hesitation. Viewing her through slit eyes, he absorbed the sight of her in her skimpy blouse and skimpier skirt with those alluring shadows between her creamy thighs. Nearly perfect.
He walked to her dresser and sorted through the trinkets and jewelry she stored there, finally picking up two hairbands. He returned to the bed and put his good knee on the mattress, leaning close to gather half of her hair in his hands. After using both ponytail holders, he moved back and surveyed his work. Two blond ponytails streamed over her shoulders, adding to her wholesome, rosy-cheeked appearance.
Time to turn that rosiness into a genuine flush.
“You tried to tempt a boy in your class to do bad things to you. Is that right?”
She nodded and opened her mouth to speak—
He cut her off with a single uplifted finger. “You will not speak unless you need to use your word. Otherwise, you do as I say. Are we clear?”
Another nod.
“Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy.”
There came the flush, right on time. But she didn’t delay in obliging him. She rolled up her skirt and parted her legs, showing him the wispy blond hair that guarded her glistening folds.
“Do you touch yourself when you think of him?”
She nodded.
“Show me.”
Her chest rose and fell with her breaths, but she reached between her legs and slid her finger up and down, shyly.
“You don’t get yourself off like that. You use your fingers, work them in and out of that tight hole. Show me now.”
Her gaze flashed up to his, and her chin trembled as she complied, circling two fingers over her clit. Inching downward, she teased her opening, rocking her hips. A moan escaped her as she slipped one finger inside, pushing it in and out in halting strokes.
“Use both fingers. And use your other hand to stroke your clit. You’re not to come.”
Confusion entered her expression. “N-not come?”
“No. Not until I say. I won’t be saying for a while. Do it now.”
