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“I think maybe we need to go under the clothing. Maybe that’s the issue.”
“But wouldn’t that beextrasinful?”
He nods slowly. “True, but I don’t see any other way around it.”
“Okay, Mr Byrne. I guess you know best.”
Aidan’s gaze is trained on my fingers as I start unbuttoning my blouse. His nostrils flare. Am I going too slow? I don’t know how many of these white, high-neck blouses I have, Mum keeps buying them for me. As the nervous coil in my stomach grows, I wish I’d worn a t-shirt that I could whip over my head.
I stop when I get to my belly button, my shirt gaping at the front.
“Bring your fingers under your bra,” Aidan says, the tip of his tongue tracing his bottom lip.
This is so out of my comfort zone, sowrong, I squeeze my eyes closed. Then I force them to stay open. Aidan has taught me not to close my eyes, and I owe it to him to do this right. He’s helping me, after all. He could be up in his office doing work now instead of guiding an awkward and inexperienced girl. With a deep inhale, I reach inside my blouse and trace my fingertips over my breast.
“Ah!” My mouth drops open. “You’re right! This… this is more intense.”
“Pinch them.”
“Pinch?”
“Here, let me show you.” Before I understand what is happening, Aidan pulls my bra strap down and frees my left breast.
“No! You… what? Oh…” My protests evaporate as his big hand cups my breast, gently kneading it. “That’s better than when I touched it.”
He grins. “And what about this?”
There’s a zap of heat as he gently pinches my nipple betweenhis thumb and finger.
“Ah! That’s good too.”
“You can experiment with the strength of the pinch, whether you like just a little”—he gently squeezes the peak—“or a lot.”
A gasp transforms into a moan as a delicious lick of pain travels like an electric current down to my core.
“T-that one. The last one.”
He hums and does it again. “My sweet fairy likes a bit of pain.”
“Do I?”
Instead of answering my question, he says, “Now you try.”
I don’t want to admit it, because he’s doing his best teaching me, but his hand felt better than mine does. His eyes are glued on my fingers, though, making sure I do it right.
“Fuck, that’s, that’s… That is hot.” He clears his throat. “That’s a good beginning, Caitlin. Now, let’s see what’s going on, down there.”
“Down where?”
“Rest against the counter and lift your skirt for me.”
Oh, my, this is so wrong… I jump as I hear a loud voice.
“Mr Byrne,” I squeal quietly, pulling my blouse together.
“Shh, relax. It’s only people passing outside. They can’t see you.”
“But… but if we can hearthemthen they can hearus!”
