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I push my hand through the hole, grabbing her chin and running my thumb over that soft bottom lip of hers. She gasps, her mouth parting, and I slip my thumb inside her mouth by a fraction as I harden my gaze.
“You want to know what I would like to do to this pretty mouth?” I ask, making my voice hard and callous.
Her pupils flare, her breathing becoming rapid. She closes her small hands around my wrist nervously, but she doesn't push me away.
“What can you do to a mouth?” she asks, her innocence burning through my body like a raging inferno and settling right into my groin.
“Have you ever been kissed, Fayla?” I growl, sliding my hand from her chin to her neck. I stroke her throat, curl my fingers around the nape of her neck.
“Mother kisses me on the forehead…” She lets her voice trail off and I feel her shift uncomfortably.
“I wouldn’t kiss you like your mother does—” I begin.
She sucks in a sharp breath, stealing my words. “You would kiss me?” her voice is breathy, her pulse racing.
“I’d do more than kiss you…” I let my voice trail off as I slowly pull my hand back through the hole so I can look at her face. My cock is fully erect when we lock eyes. Her face is flushed, her hands touching her mouth and neck where mine have just left.
“I…” She lets her words die on her lips as her eyes dart away from mine. “What you’re saying, Sebastian…it’s making me feel really warm. Why is that?”
I groan, I can’t help it. Just knowing I’m having a physical effect on her is making me crazy. “Where do you feel warm?” I ask, directing her. Leading her.
“B-between my legs…” she breathes. “My stomach is tight, painful, but…I like it…”
“What about inside your underwear…how do you feel there?” I whisper, my hand slowly trailing down my abdomen as I watch her search her innermost thoughts. I’m a fucking monster, corrupting her like this, but now that I’ve started? Fuck, how can I stop?
“Hot…moist…” Her words are so quiet I strain to hear them. She’s ashamed of how she’s feeling. I need her to love it as much as I love hearing about it.
“How moist? Is it wet?” I urge her, needing to know.
“I don’t know… How do I find out?”
I have to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning as I circle my cock with my thumb and forefinger. I’m watching her with more rapt attention than I would ever watch a stripper. Drawing in the scent of her rising arousal as if it’s the air that I breathe. My need to corrupt her is slowly morphing to a need to touch her, taste her. Damn these blasted stone walls.
“I want you to touch yourself,” I begin, making my voice as gentle as possible. “Lift up your nightgown and slip your hand inside your panties…”
“Oh..okay…d-don’t look, okay?”
She’s so fucking brave, so deliciously delectable. I nod my head so she can see and move away from the hole, but after a second I peek inside. She’s so trusting, she didn’t move away from the hole herself. She’s standing up, and I watch her raise the hem over her knees until it climbs her pale thighs and caresses them like I wish I could. Her panties are plain white, full coverage, with a little pink bow on the elastic band. Since when have granny panties been a thing I like? I choke on my need, strangling my own cock as she slips her hand inside her panties and cups herself.
“Oh…oh my…” she whispers. I begin stroking my cock as she lets a surprised moan slip out of her mouth.
“How does it feel?” My voice is like gravel, so rough and full of need she must know I’m up to something nefarious.
“It’s…very wet…and…”
“And?” I urge.
“Throbbing…oh, Sebastian…”
My name on her lips as she touches herself almost makes me spill my seed then and there.
“Slip your fingers inside your folds, okay, Fayla? You’ll feel a little numb of flesh there. I want you to rub it, and while you do, I want you to imagine it’s me touching you.”
“Oh…oh gods, Sebastian!”
I watch her hand move as she slips in inside her delicate folds and starts to rub it slowly. “Tell me how it makes you feel?” I growl, my pace on my own body becoming hurried. I can smell her excitement. All I want to do is rip this wall down and bury my face between those perfect thighs.
“It feels good…too good? Is there such a thing? My stomach hurts more, but I… Sebastian, I don’t want to stop…”
