His only demand was that she inform him when it was complete.
That had been over a week ago, and now lunch was done. Since her return to their regular schedule, Dexter-time had taken on new vigor, as if during the reprieve he’d conjured new ways to let her earn the kindness he’d already paid to her.
With Natalie bent over the foot of the bed, the metal frame bruising her hipbones and her face upon the mattress, Dexter ran his hand over her behind. His large palm warmed her skin as his touch roamed, teasing the edges of her core. Each day she fidgeted more, wanting the violation she’d previously feared. He spread her essence over her thighs, wordlessly acknowledging her arousal.
Natalie whimpered against the soft bedcovering. Tears of unsatisfied need pooled upon the comforter. She gasped for breath, her dissatisfaction coming as a sob.
“Talk to me, bug.”
Sometimes it was easier to talk when he had her in these positions. She couldn’t see his deep ocean eyes or decipher his thoughts. She was free to talk without witnessing the consequences. “O-okay.”
“Tell me what you’re feeling.”
She hated that question most of all. Instead of answering the way she always did, admitting her embarrassment, she threw caution to the wind. “Frustrated.”
His hand stilled on her ass. “About?”
She shifted her footing. “Me. I’m so confused.” When he didn’t respond, she added, “I’ve never felt this way before.”
“This way?” It was Dexter’s turn to parrot.
Her core clenched. “I need…I want to come.” She was a virgin, not a nun. She knew the relief brought on by an orgasm. Though her cheeks caught fire with her confession, there was also relief.
“How?” he asked.
“How?”
Dexter leaned near to her tearstained face. “How do you want to come? My fingers, tongue, or cock?”
The latter scared her, but the first two sounded doable. He’s kissed and licked the rest of her body. Though at first she hadn’t liked it, now she did. It meant the pain was over and he was making it better.
Natalie swallowed and stared into his turbulent eyes. The waters were rough. Would she survive the storm? She didn’t know. Either way, it was time to face it. “I’ll consent to your wishes, my king. And there’s one other thing…” Her heart raced.
“Tell me.”
“When it’s time…will you…” The words were hard to say, to admit, yet they were sincere. She wanted him to be pleased with her.
“Bug, will I what? Will I hurt you?”
For some unknown reason, that hadn’t crossed her mind. She shook her head. “No, Dexter. I trust you to do what’s best. I was wondering if you’d help me bathe?”
Chapter Thirteen
People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
“Tilt your head back.”
Natalie did as Dexter said, supporting herself with her arms as warm, clear water flowed over her hair. Coconut permeated the air, surrounding them in the scent of sunshine as Dexter retrieved another pan of water from the sink.
She watched as he stood, turning his back toward her.
With his shirt off to keep it from getting wet, she watched the only part of his body she’d seen: his wide chest, thick muscular arms, and toned torso. She’d been nude ever since she arrived, and yet she’d never seen more of him. The disparity suddenly filled her thoughts.
She’d never seen any man naked. She’d seen pictures, but never of an erection. She’d felt his against her, through his jeans. Natalie knew how hard he could become when he rubbed himself over her, but through his clothes, she couldn’t gauge anything else.
It had been over two weeks since she’d asked him to let her come. By the time it happened, she’d done more than ask. Her body and words begged for relief.
At first, he’d used his mouth. She would say it was his tongue, but as the memories tightened her core, she knew it was more. With her positioned over his face, he described his view. If he’d meant to embarrass her, it hadn’t worked. Instead, his words turned her on, primed and ready for what would come next.
But she wasn’t ready.
What Dexter did with his mouth lifted her higher than anything she’d ever done to herself. Sucking and nipping, he’d worked her into a frenzy until she was no longer conscious of her actions. Holding the headboard, she writhed as her hips rocked and breasts heaved. The tension within her built until she was sure something within her would break. She’d never been wound so tightly. Just as she thought it would happen—that her orgasm was imminent—Dexter told her to stop, that they were done.
Stop? She could barely comprehend his command.
She didn’t want to stop. Her body begged to disobey. She’d willingly take his punishment, if she could just have more of what his mouth could provide. The scene came back.
With her knees on either side of his face, she stared down into his eyes. His lips glistened with her essence as her pussy sat inches from his chin.
“You heard me. Don’t make me repeat it.”
If he repeated himself, she would be punished. But she wasn’t thinking straight. “Please, Dexter. I-I’m so close.”
His shiny lips smiled. “I know. I think you can wait a little longer.”
Her entire body shook with need. “I can’t.”
His large hands splayed over her hips as he lifted her off him and onto the bed.
“Did I…?” She didn’t know how this worked. He’d been the one to direct her position. Maybe she was supposed to have done something else. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, bug.” He kissed her cheek, leaving her own scent on her skin. “You’re perfect.”
“Then what happened?”
“It’s time for your bath.”
Her bath? Now?
Submerged in the sweet scent of lilacs, he offered her the relief she’d wanted. The price was her speech. She needed to tell him how it felt to ride his mouth, how his tongue, lips, and teeth had felt on her core. And how it made her feel when it ended without resolution.
Natalie’s description was simplistic and honest. It felt good and when he stopped, she was heartbroken.
“And now, do you still want to come?”
“Yes,” she answered too quickly. She didn’t wait for him to tell her the price; she knew she’d pay whatever he wanted. “I’ll do anything.”
His grin widened. “Anything is a big promise.”
Her breasts heaved in the warm water. It was the first sweet-smelling bath she’d had in a month. The water was even warmer as the silky salts coated her skin. “Anything,” she repeated.
Dexter took her hand and helped her stand. In the clawfoot tub, she was nearly his height, but not quite. Doing as he led, she stepped to the floor and stood with her hands on the side of the tub with her back toward him. Water slid from her skin, pooling near her feet.
Even the cool air didn’t dampen the heat of his touch as his fingers roamed her body, tweaking her nipples and moving down to her need.
Natalie shifted as the pressure within her rekindled, stronger than before.
“Talk to me,” he commanded.