"I like to watchyou." His lips twitch in a grin; the now cleaned wound under his eye does nothing to lessen such a breathtaking sight. "You're so shy as you first reach between your thighs," he says. "Your eyes widen when you find a sweet spot. You blush but still press down on that special little place, your mouth parting in surprise when your body responds. Then,"—his grin grows—"you smile because you're so proud of yourself… It's the single most endearing thing I have ever seen."
My cheeks warm instantly, but I continue to explore with the soft tips of my fingers, husky moans twisting my words as I speak to him. "You have been keeping yourself from me, Sir. It isn't fair. I miss the taste of you in my mouth."
I hear the arousal in his voice as he says, "So you could find yourself again, sweet girl. What a fantastic result."
"You're so bossy."
"It is my greatest privilege discovering what my sweet, young girl needs. I admit, I didn’t anticipate it may be another pretty body like your own to explore."
I gasp, freezing my fingers on the slick swell of my lips. Twisting to face him, I mutter, "What did you say?"
A darkness shifts across his eyes. "You said her name, little deer."I did?He takes a step towards me, warning following the meaningful gait. "I don't shareyou."
"I don't—"
"Have you ever been with a woman?"
"No." I stand up, noting the way his eyes drip down my form, drinking in the sight of my body at the cusp of arousal. "You know I haven't."
"Do you like to look at women?"
"I don't know, Sir. Yes,I guess."
"Would you like to touch Aurora?"
"I don't—"
"Would you likeherto touchyou?" His voice drops. "To kiss your skin, to slide her fingers into your wet wanting pussy?"
I breathe out hard.
God, the man has no filter.
No 'chill' at all.
"I don't know…" I admit. There is no one else for me. I know that. Nothing I want to do that doesn’t involve him. It just seems like she is part of him… and being with her— I'm with her as often as I am him.
I clear my throat, unsure of what I’m feeling…Or mean… All I know is being away from him all day is too much distance, so when I'm with her—God, being with someone else instead of him only twists my heart and lungs into coiled ropes within my ribcage. It's not what I want.
I start to panic.
"Calm down, sweet girl. I told you I would take care of you," he grounds with that cool, smooth confidence that stirs me like nothing else in this world. "That you aremine.If it's something you want to experience, then yes, I would allow it. If you ask me very nicely. If you catch me on a good day… And it would be under my supervision. Onlyonce.I cannot guarantee the outcome."
With his supervision?So, he'll approve. What is that all about? Does he want to…join in?
My hands become fists at my sides. The mental imagery of him with another woman burns through me. It scorches so intensely I’m immediately maddened by it. "I don't shareyou!"
A sly grin slides across his pristine features. "Greedy,girl.Sweet, sweetgirl. No. I won't take Aurora in such a way."
"But—" I falter, shocked. "She'ssobeautiful."
"You gush," he hisses out between clenched teeth, taking another one of those threatening steps towards me. As I peer up at him, I part my lips to draw the thickened air into my needy lungs. "Sheisundeniably stunning, and yet, contrary to the thoughts of simpler people, women and men can have committed relationships that areentirely"—he lifts my chin, glaring down at me—"platonic. We don't see each other in such a way, sweet girl. Never have."
"And if you see her with me?" I question, nervous he'll suddenly realise the ravishing creature in his house—the intelligent, powerful woman he calls wife is every bit what he desires. "Would you feel differently about me?"
"Never."
"And her?"