“Yes. And when I crossed my legs, it burned.”
Even better. “As we drove back here, too?”
“It was stinging.”
“And now?”
“It feels as if all my blood has rushed there,” she whined. “It…throbs.”
Fuck if that didn’t light his blood on fire and make him even harder.
Trees swallowed back lust and pressed on. “I appreciate your honesty.”
To reward her, he dipped his hand into the desk drawer again, whipped out another square of chocolate, and offered it to her. Laila opened immediately, wrapping her lips around the confection with another moan. He watched her chew it, savor it, swallow it. The second the sugar left her tongue, her resolve returned. “I have answered you. Release me.”
He laughed. “Not even close. Let’s try the other question I asked you earlier. You know, to get you used to this new concept called honesty, make sure you get some practice with it before I ask you the questions I really need answers to.”
She scowled. “I do not owe you all my truths.”
“See, I’m going to disagree. As long as you’re in my house, under my protection, and in my bed, you do. So you’re going to learn to share every single thing. Now, are you wet?”
Trees knew the answer. In the moments he’d been sitting in front of her pussy and petting her, she’d gone slick. He nestled his knuckles between her folds and brushed them directly across her clit. Her breath hitched. His fingers came away more than damp. He held them up under the overhead lights. There was no way she couldn’t see the sheen of her own juices.
Laila closed her eyes. “Yes.”
“Open your eyes and tell me why.”
“I do not know.”
“Yes, you do. Try harder.”
She pressed her lips together. “My body responds to you. There, are you happy?”
This wasn’t about him, but them. “No. Did you get wet when I asked you to strip? Or when you got naked for me?”
“I-I do not know.”
Maybe she hadn’t thought about it consciously, but she must have some idea. “Maybe it was when you sat on my lap and felt my dick hard for you? Or when I kissed you?”
She shrugged. “I did not pay attention.”
Sure, she hadn’t.
“Or did it take a little more than a kiss? Maybe you gushed for me when I started staring at your pussy. Talking about it. Petting it. Salivating for it.”
Laila tensed. Her indrawn breath shuddered. He was getting closer to the truth.
Trees leaned in and gripped her thighs, gratified to see them trembling. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re aroused by the fact I’m fixated on your pretty pussy.”
“No,” she breathed.
“Now you’re lying to me. Or are you lying to yourself?” Trees didn’t wait for a reply. He simply caressed the pad of her pussy, thumbing her clit again.
She hissed. “Trees…”
“Answer the question. And think carefully, because they’re going to get more difficult. Punishments will only get harder, too.”
“All right. Yes, I like that,” she managed.
“Me focusing on your pussy?”
She cast her gaze down, fidgeting against the table self-consciously. “Yes. That is when I started feeling damp and achy.”
Trees loved that answer. But something else had her revving, too. Oh, this line of questioning had just gotten fascinating. “Thank you. Something else must have taken you from wet to throbbing… I don’t think it was our back-and-forth banter. That’s just an everyday argument for you. I’m not convinced it was me telling you that we’re going to play this game, since you didn’t even know the rules. That leaves either my threats or my restraints.”
“I do not understand.” She sounded near tears.
It was possible she didn’t comprehend her response and the way her own body worked. Her responses inclined him to believe what she’d told him while they’d traveled back from Florida in the RV a few weeks ago over the words she’d spewed in the alley in La Pesca. Until him, she’d never been kissed, never had an orgasm, never known real pleasure. Given her past, maybe she genuinely couldn’t reconcile why either the notion of being punished or restrained aroused her.
“It’s all right,” he reassured. “We’ll figure it out together.”
She blinked like his answer surprised her. “You are not angry?”
“Are you being honest with me? This isn’t bullshit embarrassment, right?”
“I am telling the truth. I do not understand.”
“Okay. I believe you. I’m assuming you’d like another reward?”
She nodded. “But I do not think I could eat more chocolate.”