His hands started to rub her flesh, long strokes that made her feel like every muscle was turning to jelly. “It is for you. There are some people who like more of a bite. I think you’re just going to be a light-pain junkie.”
She was so curious about him. “Do you like to leave marks?”
“I would rather know that you remember the pleasure I can give you, whether it’s from some erotic pain or pure sexual pleasure.”
Just like that she felt herself stiffen up.
“Hey, calm down. Are you afraid?” His hands changed to soothing strokes down her legs.
Afraid? Yes and no. “I’m worried you won’t like me when you realize I’m not one of those girls who can…”
“Come?”
It seemed so easy for him to say it. “Yes. I read somewhere that not every woman can.”
His hands were dangerously close to the junction of her thighs. “Turn over again. I need to see something.”
Why did they have to talk about this? She’d been so happy. He was insistent, his hands moving her. She finally rolled over. He’d been kind to her. Maybe it was for the best they get this out of the way. She’d been looking forward to the next couple of weeks of their contract, but if he was thinking she was going to be some kind of sex kitten, then he should find out the truth about her sooner rather than later.
Her skirt was around her waist. A moment ago she hadn’t minded. Hell, she hadn’t even thought about it when he was spanking her. When she’d realized that twenty or so people had watched the whole thing, she’d merely wondered if a curtsy would get her spanked again.
Now the tone changed, and she could feel all of her insecurities creeping back.
He was looking at her pussy. He was just staring at it. God, she’d never really looked at it. She wasn’t the kind of girl who looked at herself in the mirror for long periods of time, much less one who inspected her own pussy. And he could see her C-section scar, though he seemed to be avoiding that.
“You look like you have all the right parts.”
Sure she did. They just didn’t work properly. “Keith, it’s all right. You don’t have to try to prove anything to me.”
His face suddenly loomed over hers. “If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to put a ball gag in your mouth.”
She almost protested and then thought better of it. He’d made good on all of his promises up until now. She was pretty sure if there was ever a place to randomly find a ball gag sitting around, it was Sanctum.
He nodded, obviously satisfied that she intended to comply. “Very good. Now, when I ask a direct question, you can answer me, but other than that, I want silence. Oh, unless you feel the need to moan. Moaning, screaming in pleasure, and calling out my name are perfectly acceptable. Look at that. You just got your first lesson in protocol. We’re moving along quite nicely.”
Wow. Not being able to reply really sucked. She was forced to stay where she was.
“Now, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you have all the right parts for an orgasm. Do you masturbate often?”
She felt her skin flush.
“That was a direct question, sweetheart. You can answer.”
Where was the ball gag when she needed it? “What if I don’t want to answer?”
He shrugged a little. “If you don’t answer, I’ll decide you don’t like to talk and would prefer to spend the time I would devote to conversations learning which type of nipple clamps you like.”
“I don’t masturbate,” she said as quickly as she could because she would really prefer to embarrass herself over testing out nipple clamps.
He frowned down at her, his hand over her belly. “Never?”
He seemed really intent on making her blush as often as possible. “I’ve tried a couple of times but it doesn’t work.”
“Vibrator?”
“Where would I find a vibrator? I was raised in a tiny town in Texas. Those old biddies came down hard on us for yawning in church. Do you honestly think they would let an adult store in?”
His hand was moving down her body, tickling her skin where it touched and making her wish she wasn’t wearing the small amount of clothing she was wearing because she really liked having his hands on her. Heat seemed to follow everywhere those fingers skimmed.
“There’s this new thing called the Internet. I might be an old man, but I think you youngsters are pretty good with it.”
She opened her mouth to refute that statement and then realized it had been a land mine.
Keith chuckled. “Very good. Not a direct question. You’re getting the hang of it. Why didn’t you use the Internet?”
“Because my mom watched me like a hawk. After Dad left, she was really hard on us about everything. And then she died and after Jill made sure I got through high school, she left and everyone was watching me. I worked in a local church, saving money for college. There aren’t a lot of choices where I was raised. If you want to get a job there, you better have a good reputation. There isn’t even a fast food place to work in.”
A single finger slid across her clitoris.
Holy hell.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. I was raised in the godless city so I masturbate a lot. Give me your hand. I want to teach you.”
It wouldn’t work, of course, but she’d already felt more from him than she had in all the tries before.
“The key is to relax.” His hand covered hers, fingers sliding over to guide her.
Her pussy was slick, wet with the arousal she’d gotten from the spanking.
“I love how you blush,” he said. “You shouldn’t though. This is natural. I think part of your problem is that your parents instilled a sense of guilt and shame where none should be. This is normal. Take a breath.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been holding it in. She forced herself to breathe. That was what she would focus on. Maybe she should just fake one. She’d heard Jillian screaming enough. Hell, sometimes she could hear her sister from the guesthouse.
The pad of her finger slid over and over her clitoris, with Keith forcing her to apply real pressure. She could feel how slick she was getting, how slippery her flesh became.
It was nice, but nothing to scream about.
She tried to relax. She let Keith move her hand, rubbing her clitoris until it was slick with arousal, but beyond feeling warm and pleasant, there wasn’t that mad crazy rush of passion and pleasure she’d read about.