“I . . . I’m not saying.”
“Because it’s the truth?” I stop at the foot of the bed.
“Because it’s too embarrassing to tell you.”
“First lesson, when you’re in a dark room with a guy who turns you on, be truthful. It’ll only turn him on more.”
“Okay, well, I’m . . .” She visibly swallows. Moonlight streams through the big windows. “I’m wet, and I ache.”
I drop my voice to a low, husky timbre. “How wet? Tell me specifically where you ache.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, and I am falling for this sweet, innocent girl.
“Use the crass words, beautiful,” I command.
“My bottoms are soaked.”
“With what?”
Her eyes snap open. Her nostrils flare. “With my pussy juices, okay? And my pussy aches.”
Satisfaction pulses through me and settles in my cock, my very hard cock. “That’s good.” I praise her for her honesty and for following instructions. “That’s very good. Perfect, really.”
She crosses her arms. “Come here already. Stop scaring me. Teach me a lesson. Make me feel good.”
“This lesson’s not about pleasure, little bird. This one’s about pain.”
She gulps. Her hand flits to her throat. “Pain?”
“Yes, gorgeous.” I climb onto the bed and crawl to her on my hands and knees. My gaze never leaves hers. It’s dark, and the moonlight is hiding the obvious. There’s color high on her cheeks, she’s breathing fast, her chest moving in and out, and she is trembling from head to toe with fear and desire.
I eat up her fear. It’s a different fear than before I agreed to this experiment. When she moved in, Sorrow was scared because she didn’t know what to make of me. Did I hate her for suddenly dropping into my neatly planned life? Yeah, at first I did. Did I resent her for moving to the main house and stopping any extracurricular activities I had on the side when my parents left for business trips? Absolutely.
When the cats are away, the mice will play. Or more like I was the hungry predator, hoarding and playing with my food before I devoured them whole. Girls loved it when they heard my parents were gone on another work trip. They hit me up left and right to come over and swim in the pool, followed by sex in my bedroom.
It’s the reason I chose to give Sorrow her lesson in her bedroom. I don’t want her in the bed I’ve brought other girls to. But that’s ancient history. I easily pick up Sorrow’s thin, petite body and put her down with her head close to hanging off the foot of the bed.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“Worshipping your body before you follow my command.”
“Clothes stay on, remember? No intercourse. Touching through our clothes.”
“I’m not planning on breaking your rules, Sorrow.”
“Okay, well”—she chews on her bottom lip—“have at it.”
She stretches her arms above her head. Her T-shirt pulls up, giving me a view of her flat abs and flawless skin.
I cock a brow. “Have at it, like I’m sitting down for a feast?”
“Yes,” she says in a soft voice. “You’re the predator. You caught me. Now you’re going to eat me.”
I chuckle. “I like to torture my catch before I go in for a taste.”
“Then torture me already.” Her eyebrows angle low to her nose.
“Something bothering you, beautiful?”
