“See,” I purr, satisfied, licking my lips and thinking of all the ways I want to reward her for obeying. “This is lesson one, Alyona: there is a thin line between pleasure and pain.”
“Oh,” she says, hands still cupping and squeezing her breasts, eyes starting to lose focus.
“If it were me,” the words come out in a murmur, “I’d use my teeth. Put my mouth on you. Make you moan as I suck, bite, and tease.”
The way her body trembles as I speak has my cock jumping to attention again, swelling against the rough material of my pants.Thoughtlessly, I palm my growing erection, and Aly’s eyes drop to my crotch.
“See what you do to me? Silly girl. All this time you thought men didn’t notice you.”
A long, slow stroke pulls blood to my dick, makes it stiffen and pulse. There’s no way she doesn’t see it. Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink, her fingers roll her nipples again, and she arches her back.
“They notice. They want you.I’vewanted you.”
I let my eyes drift over her naked body. The combination of unexpected pleasure and her guard dropping away has loosened her up. Aly’s thighs are still pressed together, but I can see the dark triangle of her pussy, trimmed nice and tight and pretty. Just for me.
“Use your hand—no, just one.Put it between your legs. Feel how hot you are, Alyona? That heat. It’s what I want. I want to cup your pussy and feel you get wet on my fingers. But now, I’ll just have to watch.”
Her breath becomes uneven when she cups her sex. With pursed lips, she looks at me, waiting for direction.
“Have you done this before?”
“A little,” she admits, the confession drawing a groan from me. “I don’t watch porn or anything; I just know what feels good.”
“Show me. Show me what feels good.”
Her hesitation is shorter this time. Propped up on one elbow, she spreads her thick thighs just slightly. Aly reaches forward and slides two fingers over her clit. When they slide back, her pussy glistens with moisture, and her lip’s part.
“That feels good?”
She nods.
“Good. Keep going.Do notput your fingers inside yourself. Do you understand?”
She nods quickly, fingers skating back and forth, pussy getting slick as I watch.
When I unbutton my pants, the sound is loud in the quiet room. Aly’s fingers falter.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
She goes faster. It takes only seconds for me to undo the zipper, lift my hips, and lower my pants. I take my cock out and give it a long, slow stroke.
Aly’s breath catches.
Her eyes are glued to my dick. I smile at her, a slow, teasing smile that says,I know.
She glances up at me quickly and licks her lips. A thought crosses my mind. In another world, a world where she truly is mine, I’d be pressing the swollen head of my dick to her mouth, then her tongue, tapping it there and telling her to kiss it.
“If I was on the bed with you,” I say instead, consciously making myself recall that she’s a virgin—that such rough treatment won’t do— “I’d make you sit there and hold your pussy open for me while I ran my dick over your clit until I was covered with your juices. Until you were begging me to fuck you.”
A whimper escapes Aly’s lips, and her fingers slip down to her very center.
“I told you not to do that.”
She snatches her head away, panting, and I squeeze the head of my cock in my fist. Trying to slow down the pounding pulse through the thick vein on the underside. My balls tighten at the look of innocence and curiosity on her face.
“Get on your knees.”
When she does, that insecurity slips across her features again. Her eyes become dull, and she brings one arm up to cover her breasts, the other skimming her full belly. I shake my head.
