Page 29 of The Woman

Her confidence wavers at my reply, causing her brows to draw together and create a crease.

The truth is, I have no idea how I’m going to proceed from here. I’m required by law to turn in a WOUN. They are considered defective.

But right now, I want to understand how she works. I want to learn what extent she comprehends the world and her existence.

“Then you can do whatever you want with my body, but I’ll remain quiet and won’t answer your questions.”

Though the appeal of making use of her body is much more prominent now with the new light of this situation, her threat to remain quiet is something I don’t like.

While trailing my eyes down her face, my sights rest on my hand, still holding her neck. It looks so small inside my grip.

Perhaps I can test her resolve.

Perhaps I can see how willing she is to stay silent after I bring her pleasure.

Releasing her neck, I shift my body slightly to the side and begin tracing a finger slowly around her collarbone, then I continue down, making a circle around her protruding nipple. She inhales a stuttered breath and the skin of her face and neck develops a pink tinge, a reaction that I find pleasing.

“Make use of your body, you say?”

I know this is probably playing with fire, throwing myself into a position of temptation only to show dominance over her.

I circle a few more times before going lower, splaying my hand out as it crosses over her stomach and teases the edge of her shorts. She’s radiating a heat that can be felt easily through her clothing.

Short puffs of air hit my cheek as her breathing increases. I turn my attention to her face, catching those almost-violet eyes watching me before she blinks them closed as if trying to avoid showing me any amount of enjoyment she may be feeling.

It pushes me to continue.

I slide my hand into her shorts and underwear, stifling a groan when I find her wet – even more so than that night. The tiniest whimper escapes her mouth when I begin making languid circles, going slower than the last time I played with her.

Knowing that she possibly has preferences and likes makes me want to know what they are. I’m finding a weird delight in trying to figure her out.

I’m just getting into what I feel is a good rhythm when I’m thrown completely off by the feel of her hand touching me. My fingers pause their movements, and my eyes fall shut at the sensation, the air in my lungs expelled by a heavy exhale through my nose.

I never imagined the feel of someone else’s hand on my cock could be so incredible. The pressure of her grip is different from mine, as is the angle at which she holds me.

I get lost in the moment, my focus switching solely to the feelings swarming through my groin, even releasing a groan I couldn’t have held in if I tried.

But somewhere in the back of my mind, when her hand is making another pass over my erection, sense comes trickling back in, alerting me to the fact that this is not supposed to happen.

My eyes fly open, and I pull my hand abruptly from her underwear, taking hold of the hand touching me.

There’s almost a glint in her eyes as she peers up at me as if she was pleased by my reaction and having the momentary power over me.

“You don’t touch me unless I tell you that you can.”

“But what if I want to?”

I find it unusual hearing things like that from her, unusual and maddening. But even so, that flicker of enjoyment still hums through me.

“It doesn’t matter.”

With pursed lips, I return her hand to its original place with the other one above her head, keeping her restrained once again with only one of mine, and then use my free hand to take hold of the hem of her tank top and slide it up over her chest so that it’s gathered above her breasts, exposing them to me. She makes a half-hearted attempt at freeing her hands, but she has no chance with me actually paying attention.

She watches, waiting to see what I’ll do next. Her pupils almost swallow the color in her eyes – her soft lips parted as small pants pass through them.

I want to do many things to her.

Maintaining eye contact, I lower my mouth, just barely brushing my lips around her nipple, satisfied when her breath hitches. Next, I open my mouth and slip my tongue out, flicking over her hardened bud a few times before sucking it completely into my mouth.

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