He looks at my body so shamelessly, like I'm all for him.
I grab the hem of my shirt, hesitating for a moment before peeling it off. I feel like I'm caught in some trance. The heat in his eyes alone is enough to make me combust.
"God, you're beautiful," he says.
I suck in a breath.
It's the first time anyone's ever said that to me.
He's looking into my eyes again, studying me like I'm a comet that appears once in a thousand years. He's looking at me.Allof me.
"On second thought, I think it's best if I leave, little bird," he says.
"Why?"
"I can handle your bedroom eyes," he says. "But it does something else to me when you look at me with that kind of innocence."
"What does it do to you?" I whisper.
"It makes me want to keep it all for myself," he says. "It makes me want to be the one to corrupt you."
"You can," I say, biting down on my bottom lip. "I don't mind."
His eyes harden, making him turn into another man entirely.
"Take the vibrator," he orders.
I reach for the sex toy, feeling the heavy weight of it against my palm.
"Now play," he says.
"Play?" I ask. The word feels foreign on my tongue. I don't think I ever played, not even as a little kid.
"Yes, princess,” he says. "Do what comes naturally to you."
I'm still high from the aphrodisiac, but I don't know how comfortable I am “playing” in front of him.
"Would it help if I turned the lights off?" he asks.
I nod, surprised by how he seems to read my mind.
"Yes," I say.
He leans forward to turn off the night lamp. There's just the silver of the moonlight now cutting through the inky darkness of the night.
"Go ahead, baby girl," he says. "Give yourself pleasure."
I look down at the vibrator. The whole concept of giving myself pleasure is so foreign to me. But for some strange reason, I feel safe in this man's presence.
"Take off the rest of your clothes,piccola." His voice is so low that I feel it vibrating through every bone inside me.
I follow his order, lifting my hips and shimmying out of my shorts. Then I do the same with my panties. I'm completely naked in front of him now.
"Now touch yourself," he says. "And tell me how wet you are for a man between your thighs."
I bite down on my bottom lip as my fingers brush against my clit.
"It hurts," I whisper.
