“I intend to learn your body—and your mind—every corner of both. I intend to explore every whimper, every sigh, every moan. You might never know yourself as well as I’ll soon know you, but you need to explore, to learn what gives you pleasure. Every woman needs to know her own body intimately.”
So good of him to tell me what every woman needs. “Do you intend to watch?”
“Do you want me to?”
“No,” I say without hesitation. That’s the last thing I want.
“Then I won’t. Those toys are for you. Aside from one or two things, we’ll rarely use toys when we’re together. I think you’ll find my cock is more than enough for you.”
I roll my eyes, even though I suspect it’s true.
“Choose one of the silk bags—any one—and take out the toy.”
40
Daniela
Ipick up a silver pouch and take out a pink vibrator from a Swedish company. It’s curved and smooth and firm, the size of a cock. I’ve wondered about vibrators. But it’s the kind of thing Isabel frowned on, and somewhere along the line, her way of thinking became mine.
“I’m not a whore,” I whisper.Trading sex for their survival doesn’t count.
“True exploration begins without judgment.” He pauses, and I hear his breath catch.
“And you are a whore.Mywhore. Just like you’remywoman.Myprincesa. Soonmywife, and, perhaps one day, a true partner. I’ll take you roughly, without permission or apology. I’ll mark you with my teeth, my hands, and my seed. But I’ll also take care of you. That includes giving you more pleasure than you think you can take. And when I’m done, and you’re curled up under the covers, warm and sated, I’ll watch over you while you sleep.”
Something about his words—his deep, buttery tenor—is arousing. The flush creeps up the back of my neck, and I’m grateful he’s not here to see it.
“I have no interest in these toys, or any others.”Liar.“You can take them back. I won’t be using them.”
He doesn’t say anything for a minute or two.
I finger the ribbon while I wait for a response. I don’t know exactly what it’ll be, but there will be one. I guarantee it.
“I’m not giving you a choice, Daniela. Each morning, before you get out of bed for the day, you’ll choose a toy and play with it until you orgasm.Everymorning. It’s not up for negotiation.”
I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.I hope you’re happy,Papai. This is what you did to me.
“I’ll know if you defy me,” he continues, like the asshole he is. “If I even suspect, I’ll start requiring photos with the toy inside your pretty pink pussy. If you manipulate me, I’ll send someone to take a video of you writhing on the bed with a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Then after he brings me the video, I’ll slit his throat, because no one lives after seeing your pussy.”
The thought of anyone watching me come—not a lover, but a random person—a mannot of my choosing, but of his, is repulsive. I blink back the tears. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you need it. Because someone has been whispering in your ear that sex is shameful. That pleasure is the devil’s work. It’s all a lie, Daniela. Ahugelie. Those days are over. Now I’ll be the only one whispering in your ear, coaxing you to take every drop of pleasure. I’m going to whisper louder, and louder, until the only voice you hear is mine.”
“You don’t know anything about my morals or beliefs.”
“I know you’re burdened with old-fashioned, pious beliefs. I think you’re a passionate woman who needs permission to enjoy her sexuality. I could give you that permission, but at this point, I’m not sure it would be enough. So I’m taking it one step further. I’mdemandingyour compliance. And we’re going to start now.Right now.
“Take thevibrator out of the gold pouch. That’s a good toy to start with—straightforward and not too intimidating. It’s already been cleaned, but you’ll need to clean it again after you use it. Read the instructions.”
“Antonio.Please.” But even as I plead with him, I remove the vibrator from the gold pouch. It’s purple and not as intimidating as the pink one.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands, ignoring my pleas. “All of them. Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just listen to my voice—and feel. Let me guide you to a place where there’s only pleasure. And more pleasure.”
“I can’t,” I whisper. “It’s too much, too soon.”
“Should I send someone to assist you?” he asks in the same way a porter would ask if I need help with my bags.
“No,” I gasp. I don’t think he’d actually send anyone toassistme, but he’s not above coming to do the job himself.