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Chapter Seven
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Ariel
His words keep echoing in my head. All of them. How he took me to keep me safe from Andy. How he wanted me to be comfortable while I was here with him. The fact that he went out of his way and bought me things he thought I would need does something to me. He said he hasn't been with anyone in long, long time.
It all goes through my head in a whirlwind as he walks me through his house. Could I? Could I risk myself with him and take him up on his offer to...what is he offering me? A chance to ditch my v-card or something else? Could I trust him to do that with him?
This might be a really good thing. I know the guy took me but he says it's for a good reason and I understand how crazy Andy is so I don't doubt his story there. Even though this guy looks like he can bench press a Buick he doesn't want to hurt me. He had plenty of opportunities to do that when I was out of it. And after when I was tied to his bed.
I blush at where the memory of that takes me. He...used my hand to um, I need to stay focused. Can I trust this big guy to make it good for me or not? The only reason I am remotely asking myself this is because he's the first person who’s caused me to have feelings like that. He's the first person who's made me want to think about stuff like sex and losing my virginity.
Every other man has always repelled me, I've been repulsed by the idea of someone touching me, but not with him. With him, I can imagine more than just him touching me. I follow him back into the house as he shows me the living room and the dining room area. We've already walked around all the places outside. The grassy area right in the back where chairs are set up so you can see the sun setting over the ocean, the Jacuzzi on the side of the house a little ways from the pool, the porches that seem to line the entire house are all things he's shown me while my mind has been going a hundred miles an hour with questions and what-ifs. He takes me into the kitchen where he hands me a drink and I realize for the first time how thirsty I am.
"The kitchen is beautiful." I run my hand along the marble top of the small island in the middle of the equally small kitchen. I'm not sure if it looks small because he's standing in it or if it's just small.
"Do you cook?" Shit! Do I cook? How about no. I'm not going to burn water or anything but I'm also not going to be whipping up any fancy dinners any time soon either. I stick with a simple shake of my head. "That's alright. I like to cook. But we can change whatever you want to change. If you don't like something just tell me and I'll have it changed right away."
This guy can't be real. I slip onto one of the stools that have been pushed up under the edge of the island and toy with my water bottle. "What kind of things can you cook?"
He stares back at me, "Whatever you want me to." Why does everything he says sound sexual? Does he mean them to? "Are you hungry?"
Oh shit. "Can I ask you a question?" He nods. "What's your name?"
He seems a little shy now. His hand goes to the back of his neck to rub there. "I'm August but everyone calls me Auggie."
"August," I say it more to try the name out than anything. I like the way it sounds and I like how it feels tripping off my tongue when I say it. I wonder what it'll be like screaming it as I cum. The thought makes my cheeks burn hot. "That's a beautiful name."
He shrugs and makes a face telling me he isn't too fond of it. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?"
I give him a nod and we go through the house's remaining rooms. Then, he takes me back to the room I started in. The silk ropes still lie on the bed from this morning.
"The closet is over here." He opens the doors and I find row upon row of clothes, shoes, and accessories.
"You really weren't kidding when you said you got me everything you thought I would need." I step into the room and run my hands over a couple of dresses.
"I didn't know what you would want or what you usually wear."
I chuckle, "Honestly, I'm more often than not running around in something like this." I pull his shirt out a little from my thighs to show him.
His brows lower, "Men's shirts?"
I laugh before I can stop myself and earn myself a low growl. I'm not afraid of him at all. It's so weird. If this were any other man and I knew I was walking around without underwear on I would be freaking out but I'm not with him. I feel...comfortable. Safe. If some guy I barely knew growled at me because he was pissed at something I said I would be looking for a way out of there - fast, but I'm not.
"No, just long oversized shirts that I use for nightgowns."
"Oh. Okay. You can have any of my shirts you want."
"I kind of like you wearing them first." He doesn't try to hide the look of satisfaction that comes across his face at my words and my heart flutters.
"I have a surprise for you a little later on." He seems curiously anxious about whatever it is. He pulls me by the hand to another door off the bedroom. When it opens I see a beautiful sunken bathtub with steps leading down into the huge basin. Behind the tub are open windows. "These open up fully and slide back like this." He shows me how to work the window so the wonderful air from the ocean comes in through them. "I thought you might like a bath before dinner."
"That sounds great. Thank you."
He leaves me to my own thoughts and the running water of the tub that seems so deep I could swim in it. I guess he has to have a big tub because of how tall and wide he is but for me it is huge. I pull his shirt up over my head and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I've spent so long trying to go unnoticed that it's weird wanting someone to finally see me. I look at myself with new eyes trying to imagine what he is seeing when he looks at me.
I know he's not going to make a move until I tell him it's alright. If he was that kind of man he would have already been between my legs and I wouldn't be standing here staring at myself wondering how I can tell him I want him to fuck me so hard we break something - preferably a bed or something and not one another.
I laugh at my own thought and turn from the mirror. As soon as the water touches my toes I am moaning like I'm already being fucked hard. Oh my God, this feels too good to be anything but wrong. The water climbs up my calf as I step down two more steps and finally, on the last one the water goes up to just below the vee of my legs, when I sit all the way down it comes up to my chin so I sit back on one of the bench seats running around the bottom and lean my head back.
How in the world am I going to seduce someone like August? And what a beautiful name. Just thinking about him makes me start to trail my fingers down my body imagining them as his. I wonder what it would be like to be under him. Or on top! He's so strong and powerful, I bet a woman would feel just as strong if she had him between her thighs setting the pace and telling him what to do.
I can't help thinking about him and it makes my thighs jump when my own hand finally reaches down to where he put it earlier. He made me feel so safe like I was the one in control of everything. Would that be how it feels when we finally do it? God, I hope so because I could become addicted to how good it feels.
I try to repeat the same movements that he taught me. I find my clit and circle it with the tip of my finger. I add pressure the way he did but in the end, I just end up frustrated because my body won't relax enough. I won't let myself relax enough to find that blissful end that he lead me to so quickly and easily.
I have no other option but to go to him if I want to find my pleasure. I spend the next hour in my bath thinking up ways I can make him lose control and take things further with me. By the time I come out I'm all prunie - which is not very sexy at all - and horribly frustrated at myself. My happiness depends on me being able to turn a man on finally and I don't have a fucking clue how to do that.
