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“Grey.”
“It’s Greyson to you, Indigo,” he whispers into my ear. He curves both his fingers a little, stimulating the first inch of my insides. “You’ll come harder if you allow yourself to be opened up a little. To not feel ashamed of what you’re designed for—to be penetrated. To not feel fear while something is inside you.”
I don’t know if this is breaking the chastity vow but considering that everything he’s done so far is for my pleasure, I’m going to pretend it isn’t and hope I can look my yoga master in the eyes when I walk sheepishly into the shala tomorrow.
“Deeper,” I whisper, and he stops.
“Say that again. Louder.”
“Deeper,” I repeat.
“Sayplease.”
“Please.”
He exhales a raspy breath, delving deeper inside me, stretching me out with both fingers which glide as he pushes the tight walls apart.
“You’re tensing up.”
I know.
“I want you to relax. You can’t come properly when you’re this tense. You need to open yourself up. To feel safe.”
Easier said than done…
“Relax that tight little body for me.”
What are you, a sex therapist?I restrain myself from asking as I become aware of how tightly contracted the muscles around my core are.
“That’s an order.”
I can’t help but whimper as I close my eyes and make a concerted effort to relax my muscles, picturing my pussy opening up instead of tensing the way it is now. I imagine the waves of a gentle ocean washing over me, lapping at my skin in rhythm with Grey’s warm breath on my cheek.
“More,” he whispers and I analyze my body, trying to feel where I’m clenching, where I’m afraid and slowly allowing those areas to unfurl. I realize that the sensation is new to me, that I’m not used to not tensing up when touched… and despite his fingers pushing into the opening of me, I find myself slowly able to relax my body a little.
“Good girl,” he whispers as if he can feel my pussy untensing around his fingers as I'm able to loosen up enough for him to curve his wrist and slowly push all the way in, further, and further, and further, until his fingertips hit my cervix. Relief floods me for the feel of him inside me instantly seems to cleanse me of the sensation of my ex, one I’m so afraid I’ll feel forever.
He pulls out of me gently and begins to tend to my clit, using my own wetness to skim back and forth before grabbing my hand and pulling it down until my fingers reach the outer folds.
“Touch yourself, Indie.”
“Why?”
He slides his fingers on top of mine. “Because I want to feel how you do it.”
“This feels like sex therapy.”
“Which you desperately need, apparently...”
I close my eyes and begin to pulse at my clit with my fingertips, blanketed as they are by his.
“Let me hear your pleasure.”
I stop moving. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
