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It will go back on when we’re done because I’m not entirely sure that she’s learned every lesson I want her to yet, however, I want this moment to be completely untethered.

After I’ve placed her collar on the nightstand next to my bed, I shift underneath her so that’s she’s straddling me properly. Her eyes widen slightly when I allow her to feel how hard she’s made me, and I chuckle.

“I’ll do my best to be gentle,” I promise her before I pick her up off my body and set her on the bed next to me.

Snow looks afraid, excited, and maybe a little lost, but this is what she came for isn’t it?

She found me and I can’t let her go.

Not now.

Not ever.

I lay next to her and turn on my side, trailing a fingertip from her neck down to her tummy before I grip the inside of her thigh. She lets out a little yelp and I have to bite my grin back. I haven’t even had the chance to do anything to her yet and she’s already enjoying it or terrified of what’s to come.

Either way, she’s given herself to me to use by promising to never speak a word of this and what kind of man would I be to her if I let her down?

My fingers ease up on the flesh of her inner thigh as I gently reach over and rub her pussy through her panties. She’s already wet with anticipation and that makes me feel good.

It tells me that my hands on her are something that she wants as much as I do, and I won’t disappoint her.

I use the tip of my forefinger to push her panties to the side and begin to tease her by running it up and down her slit. She’s so goddamn wet that if I’m not careful, I’ll slip a finger into her before I mean to.

It would ruin the surprise of what I’m intending, though I know she can’t bethatinnocent. She would have to know something about how life works between two people when they love each other.

Snow’s legs begin to tremble as I continue the tease, then when she gets to the point where her breathing turns into whimpers, I pull my finger away and take her panties off.

She looks down at me but I’m careful to avoid her eyes. I can feel them on me and that’s enough to let me know that she’s entirely with me at this moment.

After I’ve crumpled up her panties and tossed them over the side of the bed, I move quickly, gently prying her legs open, then inhale her scent as deeply as I can.

I would imagine the sensation that comes over me is what high feels like, because I almost become drunk on it.

I use the tip of my tongue to tease her clit. Gently flicking at it, then pulling back each time she whimpers. It sounds almost more like sadness than euphoria which makes me wonder if she’s lied to me about wanting to be here.

Taking a deep, intoxicating breath, I bring a finger up and gently press it against her slit. When Snow whimpers again, I begin to push it inside of her, careful not to break her barrier just yet.

That’s something that I want my cock to do.

And she does too.

Whether she wants to admit it or not.

I move my tongue away from her clit and begin to push it into her wet, hot core. Again, I’m careful not to break her barrier.

Not when there are more emotions to share, more nerves to bring to life, more … everything.

Snow reaches down and grips a fistful of my hair and I reach up instantly to twist her wrist.

“Have you earned that?” I ask her in a gruff tone as I glance up at her sharply.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I nod and let go of her wrist, then go back to her pussy. The taste is another euphoria all on its own. She tastes like wild blueberries—my favorite.

Snow arches her back slightly, bringing her body off the bed and I use it to my advantage. I reach underneath her and grip her ass cheeks, dig my fingernails into the flesh, as I hold her in place and continue to lap at her.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her pussy as she begins to move her hips. Her body is giving her direction that will benefit us both.


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