No. No. No. Please.
“Tell me.”
“Y-yes!”
“And when was the last time you played with your clit?”
“I-I don’t k-know. About t-two weeks, I guess.”
“Do you like to have a finger inside you when you come? Or do you have a vibrator you like to use?”
“A-a finger.” She was beyond protesting the extremely personal questions. The only thing on her mind was coming. “Please, Sir. Please, let me come.”
“Since you beg so nicely, you may come.”
She gave a low moan that barely sounded like her then she was shaking as she came. Her entire body writhed against his. But he held her steady with one arm around her waist, his fingers continuing to thrust deep inside her.
“Good girl. That’s my good, good girl. I’m so very proud of you for doing exactly as I said.”
She panted as she lay on his chest. But those words wormed their way into her heart. When had anyone ever said they were proud of her? She couldn’t remember. . .
He removed his fingers from her pussy and she let out a small whimper.
“You do like having me inside you, don’t you? It’s okay, baby,” he said as she stiffened, “I like being there.”
He shifted his arm, raising his hand and she opened her eyes in time to see him bring his glistening fingers to his mouth. “Delicious. But I’ll save tasting you for another day.”
Her heart raced at the thought. Then she bit her lip anxiously. He ran his other hand up her back. “What is it?”
“Oh. Ah. Nothing.”
His hand landed on her ass sharply. “I know you find communication difficult. At least when you’re not blurting out your every thought. But when I ask a question, I expect an honest answer.”
His hand remained on her ass cheek and she knew she was in for more smacks if she didn’t answer. As though he heard her thought, and this time she was certain she hadn’t spoken out loud, he smacked his hand down again, this time on her other cheek.
“I. . .it’s just that no one has ever done that before.”
He grew still. “Done what? Fucked you with their fingers?”
“No. . .ah. . .I’ve never had an orgasm that I didn’t give to myself.”
“You haven’t? But you’ve had sex before.”
“Yes.”
“None of those selfish assholes ever gave you an orgasm?” his voice was filled with disbelief.
“I don’t think they knew, I, um, faked it.”
He let out a low rumble of disapproval. “You were doing them no favors. How are they meant to improve if they don’t realize how bad they are?”
“Well, I didn’t really think of it as my job to instruct them,” she said primly.
His chest moved up and down and she leaned up on her hands to see him grinning. She smiled back, unable to resist the warmth in his gaze or that cheeky grin.
“I suppose it was my duty for all womankind,” she said with a huge sigh. She shook her head. “I let down the side.”
He drew her in for a soft kiss then settled her on his chest. “I hope that orgasm lived up to your expectations then.”