“Let yourself go, Jessa. I know this feels good to you. You can’t play piano right now, so instead I’m going to make you sing.”
I place my lips to her ear and whisper, “I want to hear your pleasure.”
I grab her earlobe in between my teeth and nibble on it, adding it to the rhythm of circling her clit and pinching her nipple.
I can almost hear her inner turmoil; I know she wants this.
“Don’t feel ashamed. It’s okay if you enjoy it.”
I can feel a small fraction of her body relax.
“That’s it,” I encourage her.
I dip my fingers back into her slit again and I can feel more moisture building. I push past her opening and my fingers dive inside of her.
I can hear her moan very lightly.
“That’s a good girl. More now. I need to hear so much more.”
I speed my motion up a bit, pushing a little harder than before. I can hear her inhale at the change of pace and I can feel her moisture begin to drip slightly.
“You’re getting wetter for me, Jessa. Tell me how good this feels. I need to hear you.”
She closes her eyes and I know she doesn’t want to admit it out loud. I speed up more and her eyes fly open. I can hear the noise her juices make as my fingers swim through them.
“I can make it feel better for you, all you have to do is tell me.”
“Please don’t make me do this,” she whispers, pleading with me.
“Jessa, I can make you do anything I want. I know you want to tell me that it feels good. That this feels good.”
I speed up some more and pinch her nipple a little harder at the word “this”.
“Oh, God!” she says.
“That’s a start, but that’s not what I want to hear. Say it!”
“I—I can’t,” she cries.
I stop moving altogether, but I don’t remove my hands. A tear escapes from the corner of her eye.
“No!” she pants.
“What?” I ask and give her a few seconds to answer. “What did you say no for?”
“Because,” more tears drip down onto her cheeks.
“Because why? Don’t hold back. You can tell me anything, there is no one here who is going to judge you for it.”
“Because it felt good,” she whispers.
“What’s that? I couldn’t really hear you.”
“Because it felt good,” she says a little louder.
“I almost heard you that time. Say it again?”
“Because it felt good you son of a bitch!” she screams and a sob breaks loose.