“So what better way than to watch a woman please herself?”
I choke on the air in my lungs. “I’m going to watch you…” I can’t even say the words, the mental image alone enough to cause a tightening in my groin.
“Touch myself.” The glint in Caterine’s eyes lets me know she knows exactly what she’s doing. And she’s going to enjoy every minute of watching me suffer. Might even get off on it.
For some reason I don’t hate that thought.
Her hands don’t stop moving, her fingers pinching her peaked, pink nipples. The sight causes my hand to jump automatically to my cock. I’m aching for relief, but I’m still aware enough to know I can’t find it—not yet anyway. Still, I press my palm against my stiffness, hoping to ease the ache.
It helps a little. At least until Caterine climbs onto the edge of the bed, spreading her legs before me.
I can’t fight off the groan this time.
She is gorgeous and glistening, and the smell of her arousal is intoxicating. I want to close my mouth over her, drink in the scent and taste of her. I have to grip the edge of the chaise to keep from lunging across the room and burying my head between her thighs.
She lets her fingers dance along the edges of her pussy, her breath catching as she comes closer and closer to her folds. I watch her chest rise and fall in stilted breaths and it becomes clear that none of this is for show.
It might have started out that way, but she is aroused. Touching herself for me is arousing her.
Just the thought makes my balls tighten.
“Fuck, Caterine,” I mumble, barely coherent.
“What was that, Your Highness?” She’s as breathless as I am.
“Touch yourself,” I growl. “At least one of us should be able to find release.”
I half expect her to fight me, but instead her fingers find the swollen bud at the top of her pussy. She strokes lightly, like she is holding herself back.
We both breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Teach me, Caterine.”
“What?” She gasps as her fingers dip into her channel before returning to the center of her pleasure.
“Isn’t that why we’re here? For you to teach me how to give pleasure? Tell me what to do.” It feels good to be the one pushing her buttons for once. I revel in it, watching her war within herself, wanting to find pleasure while also not wanting to let me win.
Her hand stills and her eyes fall closed. I would give anything to hear her internal debate at this moment.
But when her golden eyes pop back open, she is determined and in control. Her power is one of the most sexual things I’ve ever seen.
“If you take nothing else away from these lessons, Callum Reid, let it be this.” Her fingers resume their stroking. “This is the clitoris, and it is the center of a woman’s pleasure.”
“How should I touch a woman there, my lady?” I ask, as if I haven’t been dreaming of stroking her there in every moment of my dreams, both sleeping and awake.
She stifles a groan. “Every woman is different.”
“How do you like it, Caterine?”
“Soft at first.” Her hips move, undulating beneath her as if searching for something. “Then harder, and with more pressure.”
“Mmmm.” The sound is the only acknowledgment I can muster. I dig the heel of my hand harder into my crotch, focus on the bite of pain, letting it ground me.
“When you use your tongue on a woman, start with gently licking her, swirl your tongue around the bud.” Caterine’s head falls to one shoulder, like she isn’t capable of holding it up.
“Can I suck on it?”
“Yes.” She slides two fingers inside herself, letting out a moan that almost makes me come in my pants. She brings her other hand north, rubbing while she fucks herself.
