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“No one would—”

“No. I promise you that.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“Okay.”

I smiled and placed a soft kiss directly on top of her clit.

“Thank you,” I whispered, allowing my breath to wash over her sensitive skin.

She shivered, and I knew I once again had her attention on more pleasant things.

“I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed. If you start to get anxious or something doesn’t feel right, I want you to tell me. Use your numbers.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

I continued to rub her inner thighs for several minutes, willing her to completely relax. Finally, I heard a sigh escape her lips, and I knew she was ready.

Starting from the outside, I began to probe her lips with my tongue. Even there she was moist, and I wondered what had caused her arousal. I would have to experiment to see what turned her on and what didn’t. I knew she’d enjoyed our kiss earlier, but I wouldn’t have thought it would have produced this type of response.

With every lick, every sweep of my tongue, more moisture pooled at her opening, until I could no longer resist going straight to the source. The first taste was even sweeter than I’d remembered from the night before. I had no idea why. Then again, it could also be that the memory had nothing on the present. My erection was straining in my pants, begging to get free. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, only to get another lungful of her scent. Needless to say, that did nothing to help my situation.

Replacing my tongue at her entrance with my fingers, I moved up to give her clit some attention. I could already feel her legs beginning to tremble. She’d been such a good girl, remaining still for me while I partook of her, that I wasn’t going to draw this out any longer. I wanted her to come. I wanted to feel her inner muscles pulsing on my fingers.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and began licking and sucking in alternate motions as two of my fingers moved inside her. Soon her legs were no longer trembling. They were shaking. I could feel the vibrations getting faster, more intense. I adjusted my fingers to rub against the front of her vaginal wall with every pass, and I increased the pressure on her clit.

She no longer had her hands flat against the mattress. The blanket was now bunched between her fists as she held on tight, trying to ground herself. When her muscles began to spasm, I released my mouth from her clit long enough to tell her to come before returning my attention to my mission of making her world explode.

Brianna didn’t disappoint. Twenty seconds after I’d given her permission to come, I felt her muscles clamp down hard onto my fingers, and what almost sounded like a wounded cry left her lips. Her back arched up off the bed, thrusting her pussy into my face. I wrapped an arm around her leg, placing a hand over her stomach and holding her in place as she rode out her orgasm.

As she came back down to earth, I removed my fingers from her pussy. My entire hand was soaked.

I stood, waiting between her spread legs for her to open her eyes. When she did, they were glassy and dilated. I smiled and extended my hand, helping her to sit up.

Once her feet were on the floor, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself. Then I pulled back slightly and, with my still wet hand, brushed some of her moisture over her lips before resuming our kiss. It wasn’t quite as good as getting it directly from the source, but it still tasted amazing.

When I ended the kiss, I looked down into her eyes. More than anything, I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, but I was afraid it was too soon. The one time I’d let it slip, she’d completely missed my declaration. The next time I told her I loved her, I wanted there to be no doubt that she understood what I’d said and what it meant.

“Ready for our shower?”

“Yes, Sir.” The darkness that had been clouding her expression since I came home was gone, at least temporarily.

I helped her to stand, and we walked into my bathroom. Although I’d helped her with her problem, I now had one of my own to deal with. Hopefully a shower would calm my body down. If not, it would be a very long and restless night.

Chapter Five

Brianna

Before I opened my eyes, I was aware of him beside me. He had his arm draped over my stomach. It was warm and heavy, so I knew he was asleep.

I turned my head to look at him. He was lying on his stomach, his face toward me, one hand tucked under his pillow. This was only the second time I’d seen him asleep. The first was shortly after I’d come to live with him. I’d snuck into his bedroom—without permission—to give him a blowjob. It hadn’t ended how I’d thought it would. Then again, back then I’d known next to nothing about him. I’d thought it would be what he wanted. Instead of being pleased, he’d ordered me out of his room and proceeded to give me a lecture on how to thank him.

That morning seemed like a lifetime ago. A lot had changed since then. Stephan was no longer a stranger to me. He had helped me to not be afraid all the time. He’d also opened up an entirely new world to me over the last two days. Before him, my sexual experiences had been of the nightmare variety. Sex wasn’t something I enjoyed. It was something I hated. Sex had never been enjoyable for me, and I hadn’t expected it to be with Stephan either. At best, I’d hoped it wouldn’t hurt like it had before and I’d be able to endure it for him. What I’d discovered, however, was that I liked it. A lot.

As I watched him sleep, I remembered our conversation less than a month ago when he’d told me that in some ways he was like Ian. I still wasn’t sure what he’d meant by that because he was nothing like the man who used to own me. Stephan was kind. He never forced me to do anything or hurt me just to hear me scream out in pain.

Were there some things he’d had me do that were uncomfortable? Yes, lots of times. Talking about all the things that had happened to me wasn’t comfortable. Neither was sleeping on the floor. But after all that I’d been through, they were minor things. He always explained why he was doing something, letting me know there was a purpose behind the discomfort.

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