Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
He continues, slowly walking around me, behind me, apparently unaffected by the fact I’m almost panting, almost collapsing in a boneless heap.
When his fingers leave my arm, it tingles. I can’t see him anymore. I can’t feel him. But I can sense him, standing right behind me. I don’t dare turn, I just stand, staring ahead like…like I’m being disciplined.
I squeeze my legs together but it’s no good. My panties take a hit as I bite down into my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Then I hear his voice. “Very good, Keryn. Now, remove your dress.”
Four
Max
“What?” Her voice is a hiss, a near shriek. She tries to turn to look at me.
“Eyes forward,” I tell her, and a little thrill shivers through me as she immediately obeys. “Good girl, now the dress.”
She’s barely staying on her feet, and if she falls into the seat I won’t punish her for it. Not this time. I know how much she wants to run, how much she wants to go back to the safe little world she used to inhabit. I also know how much she wants to stay and explore this. It’s exciting, it’s new, and it’s making her so needy I can almost taste her in the air.
“I mustn’t,” she says in a whisper.
Not don’t want to. Not won’t.
Mustn’t.
I know what she’s thinking, I know how difficult this is for her. Society doesn’t approve, and stepping outside society is dangerous. She doesn’t think she’s brave enough to go against those rules that have been drummed into her. That women should be polite and dainty, not needy and voracious. But whether she knows it or not, she has courage.
She just needs to trust me to keep her safe.
“You want to, Keryn. I can feel it. Just start with one shoulder strap. Push it aside, let it fall. The dress will stay where it is, but it will be a first step.”
“What will you do? If I follow your instructions, what are you going to do to me?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I—”
She shakes her head, as if the thought of voicing her desires is too much. I get it. From what she’s told me, life hasn’t been easy for her, but all that changes today. I’m going to make sure she has whatever she wants, from this day forward. I’ll spend every waking moment fulfilling her every whim.
“You have to help me,” she says, her voice quivering. “I can’t do it. I want to but…you don’t know what it’s been like for me. The thought of rejection—”
“I would never reject you. Never.”
“Then please. Help me.”
Breathing out through my nose, I consider the situation. I want her to do this, but it has to be her choice. This first time, I need to see her take what she wants. If I help, am I taking that choice away from her? Am I forcing my will? But then, isn’t this her will, to ask me to help? I step forward and reach out a hand, and see her flinch as I hesitate an inch away from her soft, perfect flesh. I didn’t make a sound, I’m sure of it, but we’re so connected right now that she can feel the change in air density.
And then I make my decision.
When my fingers touch the back of her neck, she cries out, a little wordless mumble on an exhale. I brush aside that wondrous dark hair, then run my palm over her right shoulder as she drops her head, ready, waiting. The first step is the hardest, I know, and normally I’d insist on her taking it. Heightening the moment.
But she needs my help. She asked for my help.
As the strap slips over her shoulder, the dress goes loose, and I can’t help myself. I lean in and press my lips to the side of her neck, enjoying her gasp, then her groan, the way her back arches as she fights to hold on to herself. I slip my hand down, around her waist, and press my body against hers as I kiss beneath her ear, the ridge of my cock settling so perfectly into the valley of her ass.
She must feel how hard I am for her right now, how much I want this, but she doesn’t grind against me, she just leans back, breathing steady, little whimpers mixing with every breath.
Until I pull away.
“Don’t stop…” she pleads, whimpering, her shoulders rising as if to capture the feel of my lips on her flesh. She almost turns, then thinks better of it and stays in place. “Please don’t stop…”
“The other strap,” I tell her. “This time, it has to be you, Keryn.”
She nods, but still it takes her an age to make a move. And I wait. I can be patient for her. I’ll wait for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes, even though it would kill me. I’ll wait until she feels ready, until she feels comfortable. I’ll stand right here until she releases me.