He sighed. “I’ll have the story, Avery. I’ll have all your stories in the end, but we’ll play this your way tonight.”
She nodded. He’d given her something, and it was time to return his kindness. She scooted off his lap. Just moments before she’d felt sexy and powerful, and now she was right back to awkward and ungainly. And her pussy was really wet. Should she clean that up?
“Hold on.” Lee looked ridiculously decadent sitting on her little couch. It was far too small for him, but he inhabited the space like he owned it. “Don’t touch your skirt yet. I like it like this. You look like you hiked it up for your Master so he could play with you and get you ready for a nice long fuck. Your pussy is awfully pretty. Why did you start shaving? Most women who aren’t having sex wouldn’t bother.”
He was staring at her pussy. It was so weird and so hot. “Surgeries. I had a few in that area and they always shaved me. I hated the way it felt when it started to grow back.”
Sometimes shaving her girl parts was the only time they were ever touched.
“It’s beautiful.” His thumb came out, and he slowly swiped down the center. His thumb was covered in her juice and without a single obvious inhibition, he sucked it into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Has anyone ever eaten that pussy? Has anyone ever put their mouth on it and made a meal of you?”
Yes, this was what she needed. She needed to sink into the moment, letting it crowd out all of the tragedy of the past. She’d lived there for so long, and she didn’t want to tonight. She wanted to be in the moment and the moment meant Lee. “No. No one’s ever touched me down there with his mouth.”
Lee sat back, crossing his legs. “I thought not. We’ll get to that. Now take off the clothes. I’m not asking you to do this because I’m trying to decide if I want to sleep with you or not. We’re going to fuck, baby. That’s a foregone conclusion. I’m asking because I want to see you naked.”
“I didn’t think you were asking at all,” she muttered, her heart racing a little.
“Excellent, then you’re learning. Take off your clothes. This is what we call the presentation. A good submissive will present herself to her Master, showing him exactly what she’s offering him—her beautiful body and her trust that he can take care of her.”
He wasn’t giving her any way out. He was saying all the right things. Could she really trust it? He was almost too good to be true, but good things came around so rarely in her life that she was going to risk it. She was going to grasp the moment with both hands, and if it all fell apart later, she would find a way to forgive herself. She pulled the tank top over her head and placed it on the chair behind her before working on her skirt. Her hands trembled slightly as she worked the button and undid the zipper. She pushed the skirt off, her hands touching the scars on her right leg, but he’d already seen those. He didn’t seem bothered by them.
All the while he sat back, silent, as though waiting for a show to begin. She folded the skirt, but her eyes were on him. She’d felt his erection before while she sat on his lap, but it tented his jeans and there was no way to miss just how long and thick it was. That had to be a trick of the light. He couldn’t be that big. He couldn’t be that aroused.
“You’re gorgeous, baby. Turn around and let me see your ass.” His voice had deepened, thickening to a rich honey.
She turned, deeply aware that he was looking at her backside.
“Stay where you are.”
She heard him getting up, the couch shifting. His shoes tapped against the floor, but she held still because he hadn’t led her wrong yet. He seemed intent on keeping her on the edge, but she was rapidly discovering that it also kept her in the moment. Her thoughts, normally so fast and fractured and going in a million directions, were focused. They were focused on him and on the hum of her body. He’d been so right. She’d tried to push him because she didn’t know this place existed. He’d demanded obedience so her rebellious brain would have to shut off.
She closed her eyes, waiting for whatever he intended to do.
A single finger traced down her spine. “I think you’re lovely, Avery. I’ll prove it to you in the end, you know. It might take a while, but after I’ve had you a couple of hundred times, you’ll have to admit that I want you. You’ll have to admit that this body is sexy and fuckable.” His fingertips rested at the base of her spine. “I’m going to have you every way a man can have a woman. Do you understand?”
Nope. And she couldn’t really think because his hand moved lower, caressing her cheeks, but he wanted an answer. “Yes. You’re going to sleep with me.”
“No,” he corrected. “I’m going to fuck you. Turn around. I want to see my pussy.”