“What?”
“I don’t know—what it feels like to climax,” she finishes. “I know, I know,lame.”
I hold her gaze. “Stop talking about yourself like that, or you’ll earn discipline. It’s not lame. I’m just shocked that someone as beautiful as you has never climaxed before.”
She shakes her head and looks sheepish. “I… well. No, I haven’t, but it was like the worst possible sex you could imagine.”
I don’t know if I want her first time climaxing to be at my sex club on my tongue. Should I ease her in a bit more first?
“So you had sex with a guy that didn’t have the fucking nerve to give you an orgasm?”
“I—well, he—yeah,” she finally finishes with a sheepish look.
I give her a look that warns her not to start blaming herself again, or I absolutely will jerk her right over my knee, right this second.
“Fucking asshole,” I mutter. I frown at her perfect thighs and gorgeous, satin-covered pussy.
She deserves perfection. She deserves a toe-curling orgasm—several, actually—that take her breath away.
“We have a lot to talk about,” I tell her, holding her gaze. “But for now, I want you to take this.” Punishment is only one way to teach a submissive how to behave. If I grant her pleasure, she’ll want to please me, I know this. I’ve experienced this exact thing many times. “I’m going to show you how to come. I’ll show you what it’s like to have a man in every way you can.”
I told her I’d destroy her.
My phone rings again. I’d silence it, but I can’t when I’m here. I have to be on call for any emergency that happens.
Fucking hell.
I don’t want her broken and hurt. I want her ruined for any other man after me. I want her for me and me alone.
I lean in and press my lips to her slit again. I savor the sound of her low hum of approval.
The phone finally goes to voicemail, and I take my place in front of her again. I go to drag my tongue along her slit again when she reaches her hands to my shoulders to anchor herself on me. “Thayer…”
I hold both her hands in mine while I kiss each thigh. First one, then the other. “Don’t be afraid,”I tell her. “You’ll be okay.” I chuckle darkly to myself. She’ll bemorethan okay.
“I think if you do that again, it might be getting close…”
“This time, until you really know what it feels like, I’ll allow you to come when you’re ready.”
I lean in and inhale her again. Press the tip of my tongue firmly to the edge of her panties and push it aside. She’s panting when I?—
A sharp knock sounds at the door.
Fuck.
“Go away,” I mutter, my words muted.
Another knock.
“I’m going to fucking kill whoever that is.”
Savannah quickly shoves her legs together. “I… can’t just sit here.”
“Go in the office,” I tell her in a low voice. I don’t know who I want to know she’s here yet. I point to the doorway that leads to the office and yell over my shoulder, “Just a minute!”
I stand, cursing under my breath, and head to the door. I glance at the small screen beside the door that shows who’s there without having to open it.
Fabien.
