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It’s not some strange fetish thing, like I’d thought at first–Levin wanting to hear me recount the graphic details of my night with another man. It’s a brutal method of stopping thisthingthat there is between us.
“Keep going.” Levin’s voice is tight. “What happened next?”
“I–” I feel like I can’t breathe. I don’t want to say all of this. But I force the words out. “He kept kissing me–his hand went up my thigh, up to my panties. He asked if I was wearing what he sent me, and I said yes.”
“Did that turn him on?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “But he was slow about it. Like he wanted to make me want him like I used to. He kissed me for a long time on the couch, touching me over the panties. He kept whispering to me how wet he wanted me to be for him. How he wanted me to be drenched by the time he got to taste me again.”
“And were you wet for him, Lidiya?”
Levin’s voice is lower now, a growling rasp. I shake my head on the other end, as if he can see it, my throat constricting.
“Not for him,” I whisper, and I hear that heavy silence again.
“Did he eat you out on the couch? Finger you until you came?”
“No.” I bite my lower lip. “I didn’t come tonight at all. I faked it.”
“Not even once?”
“No.”
“Are you wet right now?” Levin’s voice is huskier, and I can tell he’s fighting to keep the conversation on track, to keep it from taking a turn that will move it very far away from what I know he’s intending. “Is your pussy wet, Lidiya? Do you need to come?”
“He didn’t turn me on, if that’s what you’re asking.” I’m trying to sidestep the answer, because I know the last thing either of us need to hear is that the answer isyes, that I’m wet, that I’m aching, that I’mdyingto come–but because I’d been imagining Levin throughout the entire thing, just to get through it, just so that Grisha didn’t have reason to ask why I wasn’t able to get aroused.
“But something did. Tell me the truth, Lidiya.”
“You know the answer.” The whisper sounds strangled even to my ears. “Levin, can we please stop talking about–”
“I need to know the rest.” His voice sounds thick too, choked. “Finish telling me, Lidiya. But do it with one hand in your panties. Rub your clit for me while you tell me, and when you’re done, you can have an orgasm as a reward for working so hard tonight.”
There’s a momentary pause as I stand there in shocked silence, wondering if I can do what he’s telling me. I shouldn’t want to–but my pussythrobsas he says it, my clit aching as I feel a fresh wave of arousal soak the thin fabric between my thighs.
“Where are you right now?” Levin asks quietly.
“In the bathroom downstairs,” I manage.
“Sit on the floor, Lidiya. I want you to spread your legs and slip your hand in your panties. Slowly, for now, while you tell me what happened.”
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, but I’m already obeying, my knees feeling weak as I slowly lower myself to the floor, the robe I’d hastily thrown on along with my panties when I’d slipped out of bed falling open as I spread my legs exactly as instructed.
“You know why, Lidiya,” Levin murmurs. “Now be a good girl, and do as you’re told.”
Idoknow why. He’s punishing himself for his desire and rewarding me for doing my job, while at the same time trying to force me to associate pleasure with Grisha. He’s trying to make sure I don’t run from this, that I can do it again–and trying to make sure that he doesn’t repeat what we did in the hotel room.
“Is your hand in your panties?”
Slowly, I slip my hand under the silk and lace, my fingers brushing over the smooth skin of my pussy. “Yes,” I whisper.
“I want your fingers on your clit, Lidiya. Tell me how wet you are.”
I swallow hard, pushing my fingers between the swollen outer lips. I gasp the moment my fingers touch my clit. I can’t help it–I’m drenched, so wet that my fingers slip against my flesh, and my clit is oversensitive, pulsing with a burst of pleasure the instant that I touch myself.
“I’m–very wet,” I manage. “I do need to come, Levin.”
“You’ll get to,” he assures me. “Now answer my questions, Lidiya. Did Grisha eat you out on the couch?”
