“Giving up?” I asked, as he moved towards a side table by the couch.
Heplaced his finger against a scanner, and a drawer clicked open.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. It’d be unfair to send you to bed, and make you use your hands to get yourself off.”
“I don’t use my hands.”I immediatelyregrettedthe commentwhen Isaw the dark look in his eyes.
“Oh?”He turned towards me, a wolfish smile on his face.
I felt a blush crawl along my chest.“It’s not a big deal.”
He closed the drawerand started moving towards me.
“Tell me how you get yourself off. Because I know you don’t lie in agony after a guy fails to make you come.”
“And why the fuck would I tell you that?”
“Because you’re dying to tell me. You pretend that you’re satisfied when you’re with a guy, but what you really want to do is tell him what you want.”
“If you know what I want, then why do I have to tell you?” I asked.
He was a foot away from me now.“Because it turns you on to admit that you aren’t the cold ice queen that your father’s men think you are. That you aren’t just asoldier, who doesn’t have needs. No matter how much you hide it, you aredying tohave a guy put you in your place.”
“Put me in my place? Do you know who I am? It’s hilarious that you really think you could do that.”
He roughlyyanked my underwear down to thebottomof my thighs.
“I know I can.”
Sebastiankneeled down in front of me, and with his teeth he pulled my underwear towards my feet. He tossed mypantiesto the side. My mound was completely exposed to him. Damp liquid leaked from me, and a small puddle of darkness spread underneath me.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he said.
“I already told you Idon't do that. Why the hell would I do it now?”
The white cushion was darkening underneath me. God, I hated that these chaircushionswere white. That he could see every bit of liquid that pooled underneath me. I couldn’t hide it from him:I was completely exposed.
“Because you want to please me. You want to stop thinking, and just listen to me,” he said.
“Yeah right.”
“If you wanted to stop, you could say the word. You can say it and go back to your room and imagine what I could be doing to you.”
I glared at him, but remained silent.
“Touch yourself.”He looked down at me, the command in his voice.
I rolled my eyes, and my fingers grazed my pink clitorispeekingout of my mound.
“Happy?”
“Spread your lips,” he ordered.
I blushed as I did what he said, pulling my slightly hairy lips away from each other so he could see the pink ridges underneath.
“Do you know how beautiful it is?” The heated look he was giving memademe squirm, but I kept my lower lips open for him.
“Stop making fun of me. You don’t have to rub in the fact I didn’t shave.”
