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“Maybe.” Her shoulders stiffen and a slight blush creeps over her chest.
Aah, he’s already done it.
I’m tempted to call her out on it, but I’m not sure she’s quite ready—especially not with the way I just reacted. So I’ll let her keep it to herself. For now. After all, Grigory and I have agreed that we don’t need to share everything sexual we do with her.
Tugging her blouse out of her skirt, I slip my hand onto her stomach and lean down to whisper in her ear, “But I do have something else I want to try with you.”
A small mewl escapes her as she leans into me, craning her neck to welcome my lips as I start kissing and licking the sensitive spot under her ear.
“What is it?” she asks, shuddering as goose bumps erupt down her right arm—which has stopped stirring.
I smile against her skin, loving how she reacts to me. “You’ll see.” I give her neck a gentle nibble before straightening and stepping away to take a seat at the table, so she won’t burn the food.
Clara knows not to press about my plans during dinner. Though, I can tell from her unruly way of shifting in the chair that she’s more than a little eager to find out what it is. I smile at her but keep the conversation casual. It’s a bit of a power rush holding information from her like this and seeing her squirm.
Once I’ve eaten my fill of the delicious stew and she’s clearing the table, I go to retrieve the ropes I keep in her closet and the small surprise I’ve brought for her. I put the former on the piano and the latter in my pocket.
She’s doing the dishes when I return, and I stand in the middle of the room, arms crossed, watching her intently.
She doesn’t turn her head, but I can tell she feels the change in the air. Her chest moves with heavy breaths and her chin lowers in ready submission.
Once she’s finished the dishes, she keeps her eyes down as she turns to me, gathering her hands in front of her. Pride swells in my chest at the sight. I haven’t had to teach many positions. It all came naturally to her when I opened up this world to her.
“Look at me, sweetie,” I urge, stroking her cheek as she lifts her head. “We’re going to watch a movie now. What do you say aboutShrek the Third?”
Her brow furrows, making me smile. A movie clearly wasn’t what she expected. But being the sweet submissive she is, she doesn’t protest. “Okay,” she agrees, although somewhat hesitantly.
“Take off your clothes first.” I take a step back to enjoy the vision as she slowly unveils her slender curves and perky little breasts.
Once she’s naked, I reach for the ropes on the piano.
Her tongue darts out to run over her lips when her eyes see the course jute. I love how her breasts pop out as the disappointment lifts from her shoulders, making her straighten.
“Hold out your hands,” I say, adding extra resonance to my voice to drive the order home. The effect is instant. Her chest rises and falls as her breathing quickens, her entire stance teeming with anticipation, and there’s a slight eagerness to her hips as she holds out her hands, palms facing each other but not touching. This position is one of the few I’ve taught her.
I circle the rope around her wrists a couple of times before bringing it between her hands and around itself and finishing with a knot. Then I wriggle her wrists against the material to check the tightness. All good. Then I proceed to tie the rest of the rope around her waist, making sure her hands can’t reach below her navel.
A smug smile settles over my face as I take a step back and study the result. She’s going to be tugging hard at the ropes and writhing in horny frustration before we’re halfway through the movie.
“Spread your legs,” I order, and her feet immediately shuffle over the floor to comply. Then I step back to her, noticing how she bites her lip nervously as I dwarf her with my tall size.
The cutest little moan escapes her as I slip a finger through her folds, finding them moist and swollen. I coax out more slickness by circling her clit, holding her steady with the other hand as she starts twitching. Once she’s panting with need and her folds are coated with her lust, I remove the small pink vibrator bullet from my pocket and pop it inside her.
I let out a warm chuckle as confusion flashes over her face. And I get it. The vibrator is not much thicker than a big tampon. She can probably barely feel it.
“Let’s go watch that movie,” I say, not bothering to explain. She’ll figure it all out soon enough.
She willingly complies, lying down in front of me and letting me spoon her under the covers as we start watchingShrek. But I can tell the disappointment has returned. She can’t quite lie still, restlessness and latent desire making her squirm.
When her hips start wiggling against my hardening cock, I give her a stern, “Uh-uh,” although my cock only hardens even more at the tiny whimper that escapes her as she goes still.
I might not be a sadist like Grigory, but I do love teasing and wielding my power over her. But enough is enough. Her rigid shoulders reveal that the confusion is getting to her head. If I keep this going much longer, I’ll have to spend the night comforting her instead of driving her insane with lust.
So I dig a hand into my pocket and press the button on the small remote.
Clara jolts against me. Probably from surprise since I only set the vibrations on low.
“Did you think I was gonna simply tie you up and let you lie here?” I whisper into her ear, stroking my hand down her side to feel her feminine curves.
