“And you love it.” I hoist her up over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift before heading for the stairs.
“Fucking right, I do.”
“I want you shaved before you come into my playroom tonight.”
“I already shaved.” As much as Aspen makes a good submissive in the playroom, she’s feisty outside of it, just the way I like her.
“All of it.”
“So you don’t like doing it right now?”
I stride over to her, dropping to my knees and burying my head at the apex of her thighs. “It’s not for me, baby girl.”
“What? You want to give me to someone else?”
“Would you like that? If I had another man feast on you while I fuck you from behind.”
“I…”
“When I said it’s not for me, baby girl, I meantyou. Have you ever fully shaved and let a man go down on you?”
“No.”
“Trust me, it’ll feel good, especially when I have you wear jewelry.”
“There’s jewelry?” I reach into my pocket, pulling out the clitoral jewelry I bought for her yesterday. I hold it up and she scrunches her nose, looking so damn cute.
“So, this bit goes over my clit?” She’s studying it as if it were evidence of alien life on Earth.
“Yeah. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it. In fact, you should wear it while we’re working tonight.”
“What?” I lay back in my bed, the covers pooled at my waist. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not? No one but us will know.”
“What if I come while I’m cooking?”
“It’s good, but it’s not that good. The subtle movement will have you primed and ready when we start to play. It’s designed to heighten anticipation and arousal.”
She takes it from my hand, twisting the G-string and running her fingers over the small marble that moves within the silver setting. I watch, captivated by her as she discovers everything for the first time. Aspen can be shy, but she gets bolder every day as we explore her submission.
“Okay. But if I come in front of everyone in the kitchen, it’ll be your fault,” she says with a devious little grin.
“You say it like it’s a bad thing. I like to watch.”
“And you wouldn’t be jealous?”
“Why would I be? I know whose bed you’re going to be in at the end of the night. If anything, I’d be proud of how fucking sexy you are, knowing that every man in the room would crawl over crushed glass to watch you fall apart at the seams.”
“Will you take me up to the voyeur hall soon?”
“Would you like that?”
“I want to see what happens, what you like to see.”
“And if I asked you to let me touch you while we partake of the view?”
“That sounds hot.”
