“And?”
“I’m…touching myself,” I mutter into the dark. “Imagining it’s you.”
He lets out a low growl. “You’re a fucking temptation, little mouse.”
Little mouse
I like the sound of that…
“Have you done it before?” he asks quietly. “Touched yourself, I mean.”
“Sometimes,” I swallow, running my tongue over my lips as heat creeps up my cheeks, “I try to…”
“Have you ever made yourself come?”
The heat spreads across my face, and I wonder if he can see it. “No. I’ve tried. I just…can’t.”
He moans again, low, rough, unmistakable. It sends a shiver straight through me.
“I—I just have never been able to go through with it,” I add, the admission slipping out before I can stop it. “So, Ithought it’d be better to wait until…the right man comes along.” Even if that had seemed impossible—before him.
“You are a virgin.”
It was not a question, but I feel compelled to answer.
“Y-yes.”
The growl that follows is soft but intense, like it’s pulled from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Oh, little mouse…you’re something else,” he mutters under his breath. “If I were there right now, do you wanna know what I would do?”
My heart is racing now, my body humming with anticipation. I close my eyes.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Tell me…”
“Take the covers off.
His voice is soft and deep, the tone firm. I am being commanded, not asked. A perverse thrill shoots through me, and I shiver.
I slide the covers down slowly. Every movement feels amplified, like I’m suddenly aware of my own body in a way I’ve never been before. My pulse is loud in my ears.
“Good,” he says quietly. “Now, slowly slide your index finger over your clit.”
My fingertips circled my clit, and a shaky breath stuttered across my lips. It feels awkward as always, but I don’t stop this time I relax my body, anchoring myself on the sound of his voice.
“Feel around, little mouse…don’t be shy.”
I draw a shaky breath, then splay my fingers over my folds. My flesh feels hot and heavy under my hand. I cup myself, letting my fingers slip between my lips. I huff a soft breath as warm liquid coats my finger, pulling me in further.
“Are you wet?” Zane asks, and I nod my head even before the word falls past my lips.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now fuck yourself, baby… Slide in and out…yes, slowly…create a rhythm…”
I do as he says, letting myself get lost in the waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“Fuck yes, little mouse. Touch that pussy for me. Faster…”
