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“Let me go. Oh God, that hurts.” She squirms as I twist harder.

“What did I say?”

“Thayer!” She’s trying to get out of my grip, but I won’t let her go.

“I warned you, Savannah.”

“Okay, okay, alright!” I let her go.

With a whimper, she strokes her breasts and massages her nipples, still squirming on my lap.

“Here,” I say. “Let me.” I push her hands to her lap. “Fold your hands.”

Obediently, she does as she’s told. I slide my hands under the tank and press my palms against her slender waist. Her breathing quickens at the feel of my hands on her bare skin. I take my time making my way to the fullness of her naked breasts, gliding my hands over her waist and to the warm, sensual space between her breasts. I reach for her nipples and massage them, taking care to make sure she enjoys the erotic pleasure.

“Holy hell,” she whispers.

I can’t help leaning over and kissing her bare shoulder before I lick and nip the same place. I draw a moan of pleasure from her as I move my lips along the length of her neck, still massaging her breasts.

“That… feels… so… good,” she says on a moan. “Oh, God, Thayer, if you keep that up, I think I’m going to—I could really just…”

“Climax? You would. You’re so ready, baby, aren’t you? Open your mouth now.”

Warily, she obeys, giving me a curious look. Her lips part and her eyes are wide. She’s so aroused she doesn’t know what to do with herself. I slide a ripe grape between her lips and watch as she bites and swallows. Next, a sliced strawberry, followed by a tangerine slice. I continue to feed her small bites of fruit in between kisses.

She nibbles and swallows. Tilting her head to the side, she holds my gaze while she licks the juice off my fingers.

“Fuck,” I grate as my dick lengthens painfully. “Can’t fucking wait days. That’s insanity.”

I jerk my head toward the table. “Sit your ass up on that table.”

Turning to face me, her eyes widen. “What are you gonna do?”

I press my thumb to her slit, covered in the satin pajama shorts. “I want to taste you,” I tell her. She’ll either be excited or afraid, maybe both.

I shove the tray to the side and hoist her up on the table.

“Thayer,” she says with not a little bit of fear in her voice. “Do you mean you’re going to… down there?”

Fuck me, how innocent is she?

I can already taste her, already feel her coming on my tongue.

“I don’t know about this,” she says, as I spread her legs apart and kneel in front of her. I arrange her legs over my shoulders and take a deep breath of the musky, seductive scent of her sex. I lean in and kiss her inner thigh.

“Relax. I’m gonna guess you’ve never done this before?”

“Me?” she squeaks. “Uh, no. I’m not a virgin,” she says quickly, as if to alleviate any of my fears. “But I’m not… like experienced.”

Fabien met Nicolette at a brothel we own. I’m not sure Savannah knows that. But one thing’s for sure, she’s nowhere near as experienced as her sister.

I want all of her. Her orgasms and pleasure. Her fantasies and firsts. I’ll make her debut into the darker, kinkier side of sex unforgettable.

“You don’t have to be experienced,” I tell her right before I kiss her other leg. She’s already damp with arousal, and I know if I part her panties, she’ll be slick and wet. I stifle a groan.

I swallow hard, my mouth watering. Lean in. Press a firm kiss to the little damp strip of fabric covering her pussy.

“Ahhh!” Her hips buck, and I haven’t even touched her bare skin yet.

My phone rings. I want to whip it against the wall and shatter it.

I press my tongue to her still-clothed slit and groan. She already tastes so good. My dick jerks in my boxers.

I close my eyes and inhale her scent.

“Thayer,” she whispers.

I brace myself on her thighs and meet her eyes. “Relax, Savannah. Part your legs. And if you feel like you’re on the verge of climax, you tell me.”

“But I—” She bites her lip and grimaces.

“What?”

“I don’t know what that feels like.”

“What?”

“I don’t know—what it feels like to climax,” she finishes. “I know, I know, lame.”

I hold her gaze. “Stop talking about yourself like that, or you’ll earn discipline. It’s not lame. I’m just shocked that someone as beautiful as you has never climaxed before.”

She shakes her head and looks sheepish. “I… well. No, I haven’t, but it was like the worst possible sex you could imagine.”

I don’t know if I want her first time climaxing to be at my sex club on my tongue. Should I ease her in a bit more first?

“So you had sex with a guy that didn’t have the fucking nerve to give you an orgasm?”

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