My hand rests against my chest, feeling my speeding heart beneath it.
“Perfect, Kai. Let your fingers dance across your flesh. Let it feel the tingles as you trace the scars, but more importantly, the untouched skin that will heat your body.”
My fingers barely move at first, focusing too much on a scar over my chest on the left side. A knife wound. I thought it would kill me, that I’d bleed out.
“Move your fingers, Kai.”
I do, letting them move to skin that feels good instead of evil. My fingers trip over the point of my nipple.
Enzo sucks in a sharp breath, and his eyes deepen with his own lust. “See that hard nipple? It’s hard because it knows what it wants. It wants to be flicked, stroked, touched. It’s peaked in anticipation of what you will do to your own body.”
I pause over my pointed nipple. How did it get hard?
“Squeeze it between your fingers.”
My thumb and fingers squeeze.
“Ah,” I cry at the unfamiliar sensation.
Enzo grins seductively. “Good girl, see how your body reacts. Your other nipple has hardened. Ready for its turn. Lick your finger this time before you touch it.”
I slowly lick my finger, letting my saliva soak it before dripping it over my nipple. It feels better than the first, as I move my finger in slow circles.
My body arches into my hand as my nipple tenses beneath my touch.
“You’re so beautiful taking control of your body like this, Kai. You’re making me use all of my self-control to not touch you. Because goddammit, I’ve never wanted a woman more than you.”
His words are like my own special chorus singing to me. I want him to want me, even if I never want him to touch me.
“Now what do you want, Kai? What are your fingers eager to touch next? Let them go.”
Down. My fingers slip down.
“Part your legs.”
I let my legs fall to the side, as my fingers slide down my marred stomach.
“Wider.”
I spread my legs as open as I can and realize I’m opening not for my fingers, but for Enzo’s dirty gaze. His tongue licks his lips, and I feel the sensation in my core.
“Fuck,” I jerk at the unexpected sensation even though he didn’t touch me.
He bites his lip in an evil grin.
“Touch yourself, Kai. Show me how you like it.”
“What if I don’t remember?”
He shakes his head. “Trust your body. You do. And if you don’t, I know what you like. How you like to be touched.”
My fingers are between my legs, and I let them move as one, caressing my cunt, taking all of my lower lips in.
“You’re wet,” he says, and I confirm with my touch.
“Yes.”
“Move your hands in big slow circles.”