If he only knew all that I’m hiding…
She bit her lip, not wanting to be distracted. Ben had asked her what had diverted her in this moment, and she could give him the truth.
Gathering her courage, she said, “It has come to my attention that I’ve become rather…damp. In, um, an indelicate place.”
A devilish smile lit his eyes.
“Have you now?” he said. “I shall be the judge of that.”
Her breath hitched as his touch trailed down the crease of her bottom. His fingers dipped lower, and she gasped when they touched her most intimate place.
“Hmm, youarewet, you little minx.” The satisfaction in his voice caused more viscous heat to trickle from her. “But there is nothing indelicate about this part of you. This is your pussy, and it’s supposed to weep pretty tears when we are together.”
Her cheeks flamed at the naughty word, made naughtier by the way he was stroking her as if she were a prized pet. As a girl who liked to take charge, she didn’t understand why being over Ben’s lap, exposed to his gaze and powerless to his experienced touch, aroused her to such a shocking degree…but it did.
He delved lower, finding an exquisitely sensitive place that pushed a moan from her throat.
“What a sweet little bud this is,” he said. “This is called your pearl. Have you discovered its pleasures?”
As bold as she was, she couldn’t answer him. She couldn’t.
He smacked her bottom hard. “Tell me, Livy.”
“Yes,” she admitted, her face and entire being on fire.
“Good girl.” The knowing rasp in his voice scraped over her nerve endings, heightening her sensitivity to his words and touch. “You deserve a reward for your honesty.”
He began to stroke her, and she moaned, letting her head fall by his leg again. She could hear how wet she was, the slick sounds his fingers made as they rubbed her pearl and pussy. His mastery of her body, the fact that he obviously knew more about it than she did, fed her wanton surrender. She gave herself up to the sensations—to Ben, who knew how to give her such pleasure.
For him alone did she wish to be a good girl.
Then she felt him probe deeper, touching her where she’d never been touched before.
“What a nice, tight cunny you have.” His words caused that part of her to clench. “I can feel it sucking on my finger, wanting me inside yet afraid at the same time. Relax, little love, I won’t hurt you. Will it help if I frig your pearl like this…?”
His delicious depravity drove her toward a frenzied peak. She squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure inside her built and built. She needed more, even as it was too much. The stimulation of her pearl, the filling thrust of his finger pushed her right to the edge…
He took his hand away, and she moaned in frustration.
“Look at me, Livy,” he said.
Panting, needing, she twisted her neck to meet his gaze.
“Who does your pleasure belong to?” he asked.
“You, sir,” she said with tremulous longing.
“Will you look for it elsewhere? Seek diversions without my permission?” His eyes bored into her. “Will you keep secrets from me?”
Surely, he only means secrets of a carnal nature, and I would never betray him that way.
She shook her head.
He touched her drenched folds with a lightness that frustrated rather than relieved. She quivered as his fingertip neared her needy bud…and groaned when he skipped over it.
“I want the words, Livy. Will you lie or keep secrets from me?”
“No,” she gasped.
