Page 63 of Take Her

I did as I was told because I thought he was just going to clean me—not start shoving it inside. “Fuck!” I said and jumped.

“Language—little girls don’t get to cuss.”

It didn’t matter; I couldn’t speak. He was pushing his fingers and the fabric into my pussy like we were going to do a magic trick later, and after waiting for anything similar from him for a decade, I could’ve come right there.

“Rhaim,” I protested, squirming, and his hand rose up, grabbing hold of my cheek again.

“Do what you’re told,” he said, watching me intently—and his fingers smelled like me. Everything that was in me wanted to grab his wrist and haul it down so he could be the one inside of me again.

But I knew that wasn’t on the table right now—if it was, he’d already be doing it.

He was in control of me.

I was letting him be.

And on my side of his lap, the membrane between those two facts was as thin as a soap bubble.

I made a small sound of giving up and then put one of my hands where it had been, to start stroking my sensitive clit, and then the other—well, if he touched me, then I could touch him. I rose it to hold his chin like he was holding mine, feeling the scruff of his beard against my palm. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly at that, but he didn’t tell me to move it, though I did feel him clench his jaw.

In abstract, I had thought that him watching me come would be humiliating, and that maybe that was his actual point, but now, there was a strange current passing between us like electricity.

“How does it feel to touch yourself for me?”

I faked a pout, even as I felt my nipples perk. “Not as good as if you were touching me, probably, sir,” I said, in all honesty.

“Mmm,” he began, then brushed a piece of hair away from my face carefully before cupping my cheek again. “I don’t know about that. If you commit yourself fully to anything I ask of you, little girl—if you trust me and know that you’re doing it for me, then it should be almost as good as if I were doing it myself. The certainty of obedience should be its own reward.” His voice was low and soothing. “I wasn’t joking at lunch yesterday, Lia—in fact, since then, having you here in my lap has only made me more greedy.”

I’d started touching myself in time with his words, and I noticed he’d matched his breathing to mine, tilting his face closer, so I had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

“How so?” I whispered.

A wicked smile made his lips twitch. “I don’t think it’s enough for me to be just your sun and your moon anymore. I think I want to be your stars, too—and all the cold dark spaces in between.”

And at the thought of that—of learning about some version of the dark that could envelop me and protect me, instead of just hiding everything I was scared of—my lips fell open. “Do you really mean that?”

The second the words were out of my mouth I wanted to drag them back, to protect myself again, to not let him in, and that feeling intensified as he looked stern for a moment.

Then his expression softened. “The sooner you learn I never say things I don’t mean, the easier this will be on you,” he said. I swallowed, and the protective bubble around what little sanity I possessed burst. I grabbed hold of the pieces of it, trying to frantically reassemble it, while knowing it was too late, as he went on in his same low, calm voice. “Come for me again, little girl. Very hard. Like I know you want to.”

He shifted his hold on my cheek, placing his palm against the column of my neck and his thumb atop my thundering pulse.

And if I thought coming in his lap earlier was like tightroping on razor wire, coming now, after hearing that, while watching him—it was going to be like getting flayed.

“Poor little moth,” he murmured. “I can feel you fluttering.”

“Can I please close my eyes, sir?” I begged, wondering if he would take pity on me.

“No.”

I swallowed in fear. There was no getting away from this moment unless I gave up on him entirely—something I would never do.

Which meant I would do as he asked, and if he was joking or pretending or playing with me, I was incontrovertibly fucked.

“You can do it, little girl, I know you can,” he said, bringing his hand up and running the back of his knuckles across my cheek, while looking at me kindly.

“How do you know?” I asked, my voice tiny, hoping he would hear all the fear I had inside.

“Because I’ve got you,” he said simply and that was all I needed. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t real; I needed to come for him while my heart still echoed with his voice.

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