Alessandra seemed to be more comfortable with her sexuality. Was she such a virgin that she hadn’t even pleasured herself before? I was sure that every woman knew what a vibrator was when they saw it. She stared at it as though it was an artifact from a lost civilization. A smile formed on my lips at the thought. She really was new to all of this.
“Do you know what it is?”
She lowered her arm with the egg still in her hand and turned to face me. “I think I have an idea.”
I lifted the remote to the slit in the door and turned it around so she understood. “I control it,” I said, and flicked the switch, causing it to vibrate in her hand. “With this remote.”
“And you want me to use it?”
She seemed concerned by the idea and I couldn’t blame her. She continued to hold it, though, as she peered at me from where she was sitting on the ground. The light above her flickered a few times as she kneeled on the cement floor. Her white dress was stained with dark grey spots, likely from the walls of the cell.
I was unsure about how she’d take the idea, but she didn’t seem averse to it. I wanted to push her, just a little, to see if she’d be okay with it. It wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t consensual. I had to keep her interested and I had to know if she was as curious as she appeared.
I’d never had the opportunity to do such things with a woman. The other women I’d been with, I’d never had to teach or push them into the idea. They were always interested in what I’d had to offer to them. They, of course, were usually after me for the wealth, or the drugs. Not that I knew it at the time.
I pushed the thoughts from my mind and focused on Chiara. She didn’t have any of those, but she was bargaining with me in her own way. All to see her sister.
“What do you think?” I asked her, narrowing my eyes. “If you’re not okay with it, put it back down on the tray.”
She inhaled deeply but kept the power egg in her hand. I turned the switch again, and saw her curiosity as it began to vibrate. My muscles tensed as I began to feel aroused. All it took was thinking of the control I held in my hand and the thought of her orgasming because of me holding down the button on the remote. I wanted to see her climax, to reach that ecstasy that I so craved, and to see her eyes peel back and her mouth twinge open with a moan.
I had to lean forward as my erection grew, throbbing beneath my dark wash jeans. A thin film of sweat formed along my brow, causing my stomach to twist. The thought of her squirming was enough to send me over the edge. Still, I wouldn’t touch her.
Not yet.
“Do I have to do it now?”
“I don’t expect you to use it right away,” I told her, pushing the remote into the pocket of my jeans, which were feeling unexpectedly tight. “You can start by leaving it inside you tonight. We’ll go from there.”
“Will it hurt?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “It shouldn’t. If it does, just remove it and let me know tomorrow.”
“Can I think about it?”
“If you need to.”
She took another good look at the egg, as though considering it right at that moment. “Okay. I’ll think it over. And you have the remote?”
“Yes.”
“So, you’ll have the control?”
I smiled lightly to myself. “Yes.”
She pursed her lips. “Okay.”
There wasn’t much more we could say to one another, as it would take her some time alone to determine if she would use it at all. I was sure that my being there, watching her, was jarring. I knew she wouldn’t do it in front of me, and I didn’t expect her to.
“If you decide to do it tonight, just place it in. I’ll do the rest.”
I stood and closed the slit to the door before she could respond. I knew she would do it. The curiosity in her expression was enough to go on. I would try it tonight, pressing and turning off the button, having her enjoy herself before I saw anything. I wanted her to feel comfortable using it first, as it was the only way to convince her to step further ahead.
At least, I hoped. Pleasuring myself was the only way to release this pent up energy inside of me, and knowing that she was being pleased too, had me antsy with anticipation. It was near impossible not to think about it. I enjoyed having the power to have her do what I want, and for her to be interested in complying was even better.
I’d never had anyone like her, so readily available to toy with. I liked the power dynamic, and I knew that she would do anything to see her sister. I just knew that I couldn’t force her to do what I wanted. It would be up to her. I wanted things to progress further, but she might simply want to continue with how things were. Just how innocent was she?
The remote felt hot in my hand and I realized it was because I was overheating. I made my way upstairs and decided I would make a coffee—it was already six in the evening but there was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. I’d be too riddled with anticipation while imagining her craving more.
