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“Keep the shoes on,” I tell her. “You look more naked with them than you would without.” I kiss her neck, softly. “I can picture you wearing only those shoes, walking down the street with me watching you. Would you like that?”
“I’d hate it,” she replies but there’s no strength to her words. I can see the internal struggle. She’s clearly no idea yet if she’s an exhibitionist or a voyeur. I’ll find out soon enough. So will she.
“Don’t be so sure,” I say, kissing my way down toward her nipples. “People would be scandalized by the sight of your body. Excited too. Never felt the thrill of excitement when you flashed your panties if your skirt blew up in the wind? Never wanted to do it deliberately?
“All their eyes would be on you but you would belong to me. No one would dare touch you because I’d kill them if they did. Would you like that? To display yourself to people who could only watch?”
“I don’t know,” she replies. “I’ve no idea.”
I flick my tongue over her nipple, sliding a hand between her legs. “Still so wet. I think you’d like to be naked in public, perhaps exposing a single nipple like this one, accidentally, so only I could see it. Or laid in the park with your legs spread wide for me. Get on the bed, show me how you’d look.”
“I … I don’t know how to look.”
“Lay on your back.”
She climbs onto the bed and I get a good look at that reddened ass of hers before she turns to face me. “Open your legs,” I tell her.
She does as I’ve said. She moves her feet apart and I get to see the thing I’ve dreamed of since we first met. Every part of her on display for me. I drink her in with my eyes, this last moment where she is still innocent.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her. She obeys at once. A natural submissive. My instincts were right.
I undress quickly, watching her the entire time. I almost want her to look at me, give me an excuse to redden that ass of hers some more. No matter, there will be plenty of other occasions to do it.
Once I’m naked, I look at her for a final moment before moving forward, placing a hand on each of her ankles, sliding my fingers up toward the core of her, watching as her breathing grows heavy. “Slow and steady,” I tell her. “Remember the safe word.”
“I remember,” she whispers. “Please, I’m scared.”
“I will look after you.” I move up the bed until I’m on top of her. “Look at me.”
She opens her eyes and I see fear there but it’s not just fear of me. It’s fear of herself, of her reaction to this. She is frightened of her body right now. I’m not surprised. She’s never done this before. I must be cautious. Too far, too fast, and I will frighten her too much. That would never do. I strike fear into the heart of all my enemies but in her heart, all I want there to be is lust.
“There is nothing for you to fear,” I tell her. “And all for you to gain.”
I stand once more, kissing my way up her legs, looking up toward her glistening wet pussy, the scent of her sweetness assailing my nostrils, making me all the more hungry to be inside her. Not yet. First, I will taste her.
Then, and only then, I will possess her.
Twenty-One
Ophelia
Ican’t believe this is happening. It’s like an impossible dream, one I hope never to wake up from.
I’m naked in a strange room with a man I hardly know. Not only that but I actually want these kisses that are landing on my skin. I want his head between my legs, I want his finger inside me again.
Despite my orgasm, I’m nowhere near done. I’m greedy for more. So much more.
The hardest part is admitting I’m enjoying this. Admitting that I was wrong when I thought this wasn’t for me. That sex wasn’t for me. It was just that I hadn’t met the right man yet.
Here he is, intimidating, dangerous, a criminal. Yet he’s also gentle, his soft lips moving their way up my thighs tenderly, like he’s afraid he might break me.
So slow with his movements, so teasing, as if he’s got all the time in the world to do this.
I feel good. Very good. But also bad. There’s a little ingrained part of me that always thought anything sexual was bad, dirty even. That I shouldn’t want anything like this.
It all feels okay here. It feels safe, despite the danger surrounding me, the fact that he’s told me I’m here with him for a month.
In many ways that helps. It gives me a deadline. Until that time is reached, I can let go of my neuroses and just enjoy myself. Find out what I like. Who I am. I’ve no idea yet. I’m not even close to finding out.
