“How long has it been?”
She drops her head, shuffling ever so slightly on the bed. “Does it matter?” her voice cracks.
“No, I’m just curious, that’s all.”
She sighs, turning her face up and looking out towards the window. “I would like to keep some secrets.” Her chin wobbles ever so slightly. If I would have blinked, I wouldn’t have noticed it.
“Fair.” I nod, reaching for a small egg type vibrator. “So, this”—I hold it up and that gains her attention, head tilting to the side. “Now this goes inside of you, and it can be controlled from the phone.”
Her mouth pops open.
“Yup, so I don’t know…” I swing it around. “Say we’re at a work function. You could have this sitting in your pussy and out of nowhere, it could be controlled, I mean… Icouldcontrol it… the fun part is not letting anyone know that you’re close to coming.” I bite my bottom lip, and I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea because I am torturing myself.
“And that could make me come?” She’s so fucking innocent, I can’t stand it.
“Yes.” I hold it up in front of her face.
She goes slightly cross eyed as she focuses on it and I laugh. She puffs her cheeks out.
“There is a lot.”
“There is.” I nod. “But you don’t always need toys… I mean, they’re lots of fun. I see them as tools, not weapons.” I smirk dropping the egg to the bed.
“No toys?”
I shake my head. “Mouth, fingers, tongue.” I flick my eyes to her and her chest lifts and drops heavily. “They could all make you come.”
She fidgets.
“Your fingers could make you come,” I mutter, looking at the sex toys scattered all over the bed. This looks like we’ve had a dirty session.
“My fingers?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Baby, you’re killing me.”
Her cheeks pinken.
“What did your ex actually do? Did he not show you anything? Did he not ask you to play with yourself?”
“He did what he had to. We had sex.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “No,hehad sex.Hegot whatheneeded… what about you?” I crawl over to her, my hand pressed against her thigh as I push her leg wide, kneeling between them.
“You deserve to know what it feels like. How are you meant to write about it when you have never experienced it?” My breath dusts across her face in a whisper, my hand cupping her cheek as I brush my thumb pad back and forth across her warm skin. “Let me show you,” I plead, my voice shallow as I wait for her to answer me.
“The contract,” she whispers, fear set in her eyes.
“The contract said no sex… it didn’t say anything about this.” My voice is strained as my spare hand rests on her thigh, fingers trailing over her skin. “Plus”—I smirk—“it’s research.”
Her eyes flick to mine.
“Just one night. Let me spend it showing you how it is meant to be.”
She’s hesitant, her eyes volleying back and forth from mine. I would never force her into it, would never have her doing something she didn’t want. But I am silently wishing she’ll say yes.
“Just once.” Two words fall from her lips and that’s all I needed to hear.
