“No,” I disagree.
“Yes.” There’s no room for argument. “This is part of being a Dom, helping you overcome your fears. All of them and I wasn’t doing that.” He lifts his head, cups my face, and tilts my head so I can look back at him. His eyes are filled with turmoil. “I am sorry, treasure. But from this moment on, I promise to be your Dom in the bedroom and outside of it. I’m so sorry I hurt you. That is the last thing I wanted to do.” He swallows and takes a deep breath.
I release my grip on the chair and bring my hand up to cup his cheek. He leans into my touch. “You have demons too,” I remind him. He closes his eyes like he’s trying to block out the memories. I lick my dry lips. “We could help each other,” I whisper. He opens his eyes and gazes at me before slowly nodding.
“Yes we can.” I want to tell him I love him, but I swallow the words down. I still don’t know if this is a forever thing for him. And until I know that I’m holding onto that part of me. “You are one amazing woman, treasure,” he murmurs against my lips right before he takes them in a bruising kiss.
I want to turn around and straddle him, but he holds me fast, exactly like I am. Even though I’m still completely exposed, I don’t feel as vulnerable. As he kisses me, his hands roam again and my breathing begins to increase so rapidly, I’m afraid I may pass out. But I don’t want to stop kissing him and I don’t want him to stop touching me.
One hand palms the back of my head while his other hand explores my body. He trails his fingers down my neck, leaving goosebumps and electric currents in their path. Victor makes his way to my collarbones, tracing both of them before trailing down to the top of my breasts. He runs his fingers along the lace of the teddy lingerie. Pushing the fabric aside, he rubs his fingers around my hard nipples.
“Sir!” I cry out, breaking our kiss. But he doesn’t stop kissing me. He kisses my neck and shoulder, his beard delicious against my skin. Victor removes his fingers from my nipples, and I want to stomp in frustration. He brings his fingers to my mouth.
“Open your mouth.” His voice is thick with desire. I obey, and when he sticks them in my mouth, a groan rumbles through his chest. “Suck,” he orders. I close my lips around them and do as he says. I’m unskilled and I know it, but he doesn’t say anything. This was another thing Donovan didn’t make me do. Not that he didn’t try, but I was a bad student. What he didn’t know was that I was a bad student intentionally.
The idea of doing that to Victor, though, excites me. He removes his fingers slowly, and another rumble moves his chest. “So fucking sexy,” he moans in my ear. His hand moves back to my breast and he swirls his wet fingers around my nipple.
“Oh!” I buck and he hums.
“I knew you’d like that.” His voice is laced with amusement as he moves his hand to my other breast and begins to show it equal attention. I buck again and groan in frustration. “What do you need, treasure?”
I open my mouth and close it several times. His hand travels down my stomach and stops at the edge of my teddy that has risen so it’s not covering me at all.
“Treasure?” It’s a question laced with a warning that I have a time limit to answer.
“I… I don’t know,” I answer truthfully.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Though I want him to touch me, I know that will lead to him making me come and I don’t know if I want that. Do I? I’m desperate and drenched for him.
“This is why I’m not going to force an orgasm out of you,” he whispers as his fingers begin to trail along my outer thighs.When he reaches my knees, he trails his fingers back up, but moves them closer to my upper thighs.
“W-what?” I ask, having a hard time focusing on his words.
“Do you know what edging is?” he asks. His fingers reach my knees again before he trails them back up again, and this time they’re closer to the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider.
“No.”
I’m breathless. His fingers skim the apex of my thigh and I hold my breath for a split second, hoping he’ll continue upward, but they start their downward trajectory. I want to grab his hands and put them exactly where I want them. I’m so confused. Just a moment ago, I told him I didn’t know what I needed.
“Edging is where I deny you an orgasm until you are so desperate, you are begging for it. Before we get to that point, I’m going to get you to the point where you’re begging me to touch you.” He kisses my neck as he runs his fingers back up the inside of my thighs. I have my legs spread so wide and there is absolutely no denying the fact that I am dripping all over him and his chair.
“I..” Swallowing, I try to wet my dry throat. “I didn’t realize you wanted me to beg.” I feel him nod against me.
“It’s the only way you’ll get what you want.”
“Why?” I ask as his fingers trail away from me again.
“Because I’m not going to force you to do anything. I want you to want it and I want you to enjoy it.” His lips run over my shoulder again as his fingers run back up the inside of my thighs. At this point, my legs are trembling and he hasn’t even touched me. “He taught you to hate it. I’m going to teach you to love it.”
A ball of emotion wells inside my chest and I think I might cry. I suck in a shaky breath and swallow down the emotions, not wanting to ruin this moment by crying.
“Please touch me, Sir. Please.”
Chapter forty-three
Victor
My pulse races, and my cock is so hard it’s painful. But I focus on her. I keep one hand on her thigh and slowly allow my fingers to drift to her drenching pussy. My pants are soaked with her juices, but I’m not complaining. As I inhale her lavender scent, my cock twitches. It wants to be inside her tight heat so badly, but I swallow down the need and finally run my fingers through her slick.
