Page 23 of Truth

We stayed in his chair until it was time for bed, and he guided me into his bedroom. Like the night before, he stripped me of my clothes, touching me in ways that made me feel warm all over. This time, however, after I was naked, he led me into the bathroom. After removing his own clothes, we stepped into the huge marble shower stall that I’d come to love. He washed me and let me wash him. I loved feeling his body under my hands. There were certain places where I’d touch and he would flex in response. I found one of those areas on his stomach, and I touched it over and over just to see his muscles move.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He smiled.

I giggled. “It moves.”

“You think that’s funny do you?” he asked, stepping toward me.

“Yes.”

He moved closer still, until our bodies were flush against each other. I could feel his penis, hard and pressing against me. It had also been subject to my exploration. His body was still so new to me, and he seemed to like it when I touched him, so I kept doing it, trying to learn what he liked.

I expected him to stop moving once we were body against body, but he didn’t. He gripped my shoulders and continued walking us backward until my back was up against the cool tile wall and my front was pressed against the heat of him.

“I think you are being a very naughty girl, Brianna.”

I froze. Was I in trouble? Did I really do something wrong? I felt my anxiety building.

He leaned forward and kissed me with the slightest brush of his mouth, slipping out his tongue to slide gently along the seam of my lips. It was in complete contrast to what he’d just said.

“Sir?”

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart. I’m not talking about that kind of naughty.”

I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

“Okay.”

“Brianna, I want to tell you something. Are you listening?” he asked as he moved his mouth from my lips and trailed down my jaw to my neck. I tilted my head back instinctively, asking for more. His mouth felt amazing, and it was hard to think straight.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“I will never, ever, use sex against you as a punishment. Sex is meant to be fun and pleasurable. I would never do anything to make you feel otherwise, do you understand?”

I nodded.

“I want to hear you say it, Brianna,” he said, sinking his teeth with the slightest pressure into the skin just above my collarbone.

“I understand... Sir.” I gripped the tops of his arms, feeling the need to hold on to something even though I was pressed against the wall barely able to move.

“Good girl. Now I want you to close your eyes and relax. You’ve had your fun exploring my body, and now I’m going to have fun exploring yours.”

A shiver ran up my spine at his words. This time, however, there was no fear. I loved when Stephan touched me.

He knelt in front of me, and I looked down, following his movement. He gazed up at me, waiting. It wasn’t until he quirked his eyebrow at me that I realized I was disobeying him. I quickly closed my eyes.

I heard some movement, then nothing for several seconds. The temptation to look was almost overwhelming, but I controlled myself. I would be good.

Stephan didn’t make me wait long. He picked up my right leg, and rested my foot on what I assumed was his shoulder. I felt a pressure against the back of my knee, and realized he was kissing me there. First, he only used his lips, and then he added his tongue and then finally his teeth. It was like the skin beneath his mouth came alive and tingled. As he continued, I relaxed back into the wall.

Just when I began to get used to the sensations, he moved. Up, up, up, he kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped me with his teeth, until he came to the junction between my legs. He kissed everywhere but where I ached for him the most, and I whimpered when he abandoned the area altogether and moved to my other leg. Like before, he kissed the back of my knee, using his entire mouth to explore and probe. The pattern repeated itself as he slowly worked his way back up my leg until he was again between my thighs. By then, I was arching toward him, the space between my legs aching, silently begging him for more.

“No.” He stopped his kisses entirely, and I wanted to cry.

Thankfully, after some time had passed, he began kissing me again, but instead of continuing between my legs, he moved up to my stomach. I had to press my lips together, attempting to stay quiet when all I wanted was to cry out in frustration. He’d pleasured me with his mouth the night before, so I knew it was greedy of me to want it again, but I did.

My stomach muscles contracted under his mouth as he teased them. There was nothing funny about it, and I wondered if this was his way of teaching me a lesson. Was this anything close to what he’d felt when I’d been playing with his stomach? With every touch, my body temperature seemed to rise. No wonder people loved sex, if this was how it always felt. I wanted to reach out to him, but I didn’t dare. He’d told me not to move, and I was trying very hard not to.

He inched his way up my torso and sucked first one breast, and then the other, into his mouth. I moaned when he dragged his teeth over one of them and then bit down not so gently on my nipple. I could feel the moisture between my legs and knew it wasn’t the water from the shower. I was wet and ready for him to take me whenever he wanted.

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