“A…color?”
“Pick one. It does not matter which.”
“Um. Blue?”
“Blue is your safe word, Ana,” I say. “It is a hard stop, no matter what.Ponimat?”
“Pony-what?” She asks.
I chuckle, thumbs rubbing gently against her nipples. “It means,understand?”
“Oh,” she says on a breath. “I understand. Yes. Blue means stop.”
“Now, ask me to do what you want.”
She shudders, her back arching. “Kiss them. Please.”
“Oh,babochka,” I say, clicking my tongue. “You can do better for me. Youwilldo better.”
She doesn’t. Not yet. But she wants my tongue on those perfect, pert nipples, so I oblige. Her audible gasps are enough to drive me mad.
“Touch me,” she says. It’s quiet. I almost don’t hear it over the music.
“Touch you…”
“Please,” she says, this time with a frantic note in her voice.
“Turn around.”
She does, and I pull her to my lap, one hand on her belly, one pushing her legs wide.
I reach up beneath her skirt, finding her pussy bare and wet. I find those folds and, as promised, tip one finger at her entrance while my thumb plays at her clit. She moans, pushing her hips toward my hand. I laugh, but give her what she desires. One finger, then two. Slow. Painfully slow. Three fingers and she stretches, but not like she would with my cock inside of her.
It’s a delicious thought, but I restrain myself. Restrain my desires, focusing only on her small noises, only on the smell ofher perfume and her arousal, only on the way her body tenses, the way her pussy clenches around my fingers.
“You like it when I touch you like this, don’t you?”
She responds with a moan and rides the wave, hungry, until she finally shudders, spent.
Ana sags against me, boneless, and I pull her into my lap, stroking her back as she gathers herself. After a long while, she asks, “Do you expect me to return the favor?”
I chuckle. It’s so obvious that she has little experience pleasing men. Certainly, she has no experience in a place like this. And it makes me happy, happy that she is unspoiled, that I am free to mold her to be whatever I need her to be. It will be my pleasure to teach her to feel pleasure, to give pleasure.
“You are a rookie,” I say, smiling into her hair. “I feel confident in saying that you lack the experience to please a man like me fully. I have dark desires, Ana, and you are a light.”
“Teach me, then,” she says quietly. “I want to?—”
The chime goes off.
I growl, frustrated that we don’t have more time, as Ana finds her feet.
She says ‘thank you,’ just like she did last time, and when the door unbolts, she is right there to open it, to slip away, out into a world where we will be strangers.
I am left behind, cock bulging in my pants, with only the scent of her on my fingers to prove she was even real.
9
LEANNA
