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Her panties were cream-colored to match her bra. They were just a few shades lighter than her skin.

With my assistance, she stepped out of her jeans, and they joined her top. I took a minute to drink in her stunning features. Although I’d seen her many times in varying stages of dress, her beauty never failed to amaze me. Was this why her father had sold her?

I closed my eyes, dispelling that thought from my brain. Later, I’d think about that when I was alone. Right now, there was only her.

Closing the distance between us, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She was more tense than usual. I pulled back just a little and whispered for her to relax before brushing my lips down her collarbone to the spot on her neck that I knew she liked so much. Just as I’d hoped, I felt her muscles begin to release that nervous tension.

I reached around to her back and unclasped her bra, revealing the angry red cigarette marks around her nipples. I made quick work removing her bra, leaving her bare breasts pressed against me. It was heavenly feeling their softness, their weight. The only thing that would’ve made it better would have been if I had been in the same state of undress as her. All in good time, I told myself.

Her panties were next. My lips left her skin as my fingers dipped inside her undergarments. The hair that had been waxed was growing with vigor now. I would have to talk to Lily and see if she could talk Brianna into being waxed again. If she decided to become my submissive, it would be a requirement, but right now, it was her choice.

The hairs brushed against my fingers as I stepped behind her. I wanted to ease her into this, so my first touch would be with her panties still on.

My touch was light and gentle as I continued to draw nearer to the junction between her legs. Her body was giving mixed signals. She was tense—not in a good way—but she was also leaning back against me. I knew this was due to her past, which was why we were going slowly.

I finally found her soft folds with the tips of my fingers. She was wet, but not as much as I would have liked. I knew it was because of her nerves.

I found her clit as I had last night and pressed down with a slow and constant force. Her body responded, and I smiled.

“That’s it, Brianna. Just relax. Enjoy what my hands are doing to you.”

She tried to relax, but for some reason she didn’t seem as into it as she had last evening. I wondered if that was due to the knowledge that we would be going farther tonight, that it was an unknown, or maybe it was to do with her visit from Cal Ross. I was really hoping it was not the latter. Brianna didn’t need more obstacles to overcome.

I circled my index finger around her clit several more times before I removed my hand completely. Her hips moved reflectively toward my hand as if she didn’t want me to stop. That was a good sign.

I easily pushed her underwear down her legs, and she stepped out of them.

Last night we had done this standing up, but I wanted her in the bed tonight for several reasons.

“Lie down,” I said, motioning toward the bed.

I saw the tension completely return to her body, but she did what I asked. The amount of trust she had in me was amazing.

Once she was lying on the bed, I climbed on, and lay down beside her. I didn’t want to be fully clothed. I wanted to have my own naked body pressing against hers, but I knew that wasn’t possible—yet.

I pulled her against me so that her back was to my front. I grazed my lips across her shoulder as I cupped her breast. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered. “So, so beautiful.”

While I continued to explore her neck liberally with my mouth, I massaged and played with her breast. Once I got her to relax, I found that she had the most remarkably responsive nipples. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them in the future.

I played with her breasts until she began pressing her body back against mine. She really had no idea what her responses did to me. My body was primed and ready even though nothing would happen tonight, and every little sigh, moan, and movement just added to that.

I continued my assault on her neck and shoulder all the while. Now, as I moved my hand down her body once again, I scraped my teeth against the soft skin of her neck. I was going to leave a mark on her, and I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted it. I wanted Ross and anyone else who saw her to know she was spoken for. That she... was mine.

As my hand reached its destination, her legs parted for me. “Good girl,” I said as I picked up where I’d left off before.

She was more receptive this time, which was encouraging.

I alternated between a feather light touch and one with deliberate pressure. She was breathing heavily. And when I went with too little pressure for too long, she would move her hips forward just a little, looking for contact.

Brianna was doing so well. I was so proud of her.

Most of her neck was red from my attentions, but I wasn’t willing to stop. Her little moans when I’d reach a certain area were too valuable to ignore.

I dipped my fingers lower, headed toward her opening. I went slowly because I didn’t know how she would react.

It was a good decision on my part. As soon as the tips of my fingers reached her entrance, her whole body went rigid. It was as if a switch flipped. I knew her well enough at this point to know that if I pushed, she’d be heading toward panic.

“Brianna?”

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