Deliberately slowly, I hike it to the top of my thighs.
“Further up,” he says. “Lift your sweet little ass off the bed and yank the dress to your waist.”
I obey, keeping my legs tightly together, as I lower my backside on the bed. There’s a hint of frustration in his eyes.
Oh no, is this not what you want, darling?Well, then, you’ll have to spell out exactly what you want. It’s crazy how much I want to hear it. His directions arouse me!
Darrel’s next ask makes my heart skip a beat.
“I want you to spread your legs so that I can feast my eyes on you.”
I hesitate for a moment, my cheeks, and ears on fire with the nerve-racking intimacy of what he’s asking me to do.
He repeats his command.
On an exhale, I spread my legs wide, folding them at the knees.
His hungry gaze dips between them.
We stay like that for a while, with him looking at my unshaven pussy, and me looking at the dark window on my right.
His voice is low and husky as he speaks again, “Now, touch yourself, Stella.”
I flex my fingers, but my hand won’t move.
“Take your hand and put it between your legs,” he instructs me.
Closing my eyes, I touch myself. But not how he expected. I basically cover my mound with my hand.
He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “That won’t do, Stella. Open your pussy lips and show me that sweet little clit of yours.”
I do as he asks. His blue gaze bores into me, laps at me, sears me, makes me want to give him everything I have. But my fingers seem paralyzed. They simply won’t move.
I wish he’d take over now!
Instead, he slides closer across the bed, so that our bodies are nearly touching.
He leans forward to speak into my ear. “Let yourself go, baby. Stroke yourself like you’re alone.”
“That’s the thing, you see. I’m not.”
“Do it.”
It turns out that’s all the impetus my fingers needed—a sharp, “discussion over” style of directive—to make them move. He draws back so that he can see everything. I find my clit and rub it. I dip my fingers between the inner lips and rub there, too, spreading the wetness that oozes out of me.
He appears mesmerized, his eyes almost black with desire. He’s also visibly hard.
I moan softly.
“Open, Stella,” he reminds me. “Keep yourself open.”
Short of breath, my chest heaving, I do as I’m told.
STELLA
Pleasure builds within me. Desire rises, takes control of my very being. My core clenches and aches. How can all this happen just from spreading myself open to Darrel’s gaze, and watching him watch me?
I feel exposed and vulnerable. But also, powerful.
