“So he raped his sister?” he asks, appearing genuinely curious.
“I don’t think either of them considered it to be rape,” I say. “At least not as far as I understand what rape is anyway.” My ideas around consent are probably very skewed though, given that I was taught from an early that my consent is not actually mine to give.
His eyes narrow. “And what is your understanding, Imogen?”
I feel the heat flush across my cheeks. “I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
He frowns. “I’m simply asking you a question. What is your understanding of the term? And why does me asking make you feel uncomfortable?”
“I feel like you’re making fun of me, sir. You know I don’t have much experience beyond...” I tip my chin and hold his gaze. “Beyond what happened between you and I.”
His frown deepens and he leans back in his chair, his scrutinous gaze making me want to fidget in my seat. “I assure you I would never make fun of you, angel. And as for what you know of sex, our encounters might be your only lived experience, but you were taught about sex before you arrived here.”
I nod. I already told him that I was, but I don’t understand why he’s questioning me. “Yes.
He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips, dusting them over my knuckles. The space between my thighs grows wetter. “I’m not trying to make you feel uncomfortable, Imogen. I just want to understand you a little better.”
As much as I crave his affection, I’m not sure I want him to delve into the deepest parts of my psyche and discover all the parts of me. They’re the only parts nobody else can ever touch or take. “But why?”
He grinds his jaw. “Did you like me touching you?”
My cheeks burn hotter. “Yes.”
“Did you enjoy having sex?”
I nod.
“Would you like to do that again?”
“Y-yes, sir.”Rightnowwould be ideal.
“If we’re going to have sex, Imogen, then surely we can discuss it too?”
How about we discuss the reason you made your stupid no-panty rule but won’t touch me!I bite my tongue and don’t say that, because then he’ll know how much I want him. And that gives him all the power, and he already has enough. “Yes. And I’ve never had an issue discussing sex. But that was before I experienced it. And now, I...” I swallow.
“Now you can’t discuss it without thinking about me fucking you?”
Heat sears between my thighs and I almost choke on my breath before I answer, “Yes.”
“And is that an unpleasant thought?”
I look down at my hands and he cups my chin, gently tipping my head up so I can’t avoid him again. “No, sir. But it does makes me blush, although not because I’m embarrassed.”Because I want it to happenover and over again.
“Tell me what you learned before you got here.”
I roll back my shoulders and remember that I’m not controlled by my raging libido. I’m Imogen DeMotta, daughter of Luca and Carmen DeMotta. I am strong and capable and I am not defined by the man that owns me. He can push and I will bend, but I will never break. “I learned the physicality of it. The mechanics. What parts are supposed to go where. Larissa allowed me to watch some videos too, so I could see for myself what would happen.”
He raises one eyebrow. “Videos?”
“I believe it’s called porn.”
“You learned about sex from porn?” He pinches the bridge of his nose.
I don’t understand his reaction. I was told lots of men watch porn and that’s why it was used to teach me what to do. “Is that bad?”
“Not necessarily, angel. Depending on the porn, I suppose.”
I swallow down my discomfort. “What I didn’t learn about was the emotional aspect of it. Nothing about how it would make me feel, and certainly nothing about female orgasms.”
