Page 17 of Burn With Me

“Sometimes.” My answer is meek. The truth, screaming to be let out. For me to tell someone,anyone,the hell Chris puts me through from time to time. But that isn’t what this man is here for. He’s here for a sexual conquest and a depraved unleashing of his innermost desires.

At least, that’s what Carmela always says.

“Little Ember, if you’re going to learn what you like, you have to stop being so embarrassed. Now, tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?”

You. Even when I didn’t know it wasyou.

“Someone I don’t know watching me. Sometimes I imagine them standing over me. Close, but never touching me.” My voice grows stronger as I speak. The way he’s responding makes me feel good, knowing that he’s imagining me touching the most intimate parts of myself.

He adjusts his legs so that they are spread wide. He’s hard and if this is going where I think it’s going—where I’mhopingit’s going—then I wonder if he’ll oblige me and show me what’s under those pants. His knee starts to bounce as he brings a hand to his mouth, biting the knuckle. “So you like to be watched, do you?”

Nodding, I suddenly feel daring, and stand to remove the wings strapped to my back. He watches as I slowly peel the straps down and discard them on the floor before stepping toward the curtain. “Do you want to watch me do it?”

He lets loose a long breath. “Fuck, yes.”

When I make it to the curtain, I pull it aside slowly, before moving back step by step, doing my best to appear sexy, until my calves hit the edge of the seat. As I start to lower myself, his words send me to my feet again.

“Come here.”

Instantly my chest is filled with a rush of adrenaline. It’s one thing to be on my side of the room and do this, do what I was trained for, but to do it so close to him?

Can I do this?

Hesitating, I anxiously finger the hem of my slip. He shifts and motions for me to sit by his side. “I won’t bite, I promise. At least not tonight.”

His words make it easy to imagine a smirk on his lips as he says them, and it makes me relax a little, moving to sit next to him. The seats are wide and deep, giving us enough room to face each other.

Now that we’re closer, I can smell him. Fresh laundry, and a spicy undercurrent of citrus. It drifts across the spacebetween us and coils around my senses, causing my nipples to harden and more arousal to pool between my thighs.

“Lay back,” he commands.

I’m hesitant, only because I don’t know how that is going to work without us touching each other. As if he’s reading my thoughts, he instructs, “Lay your head on the pillow. Keep your legs bent. Let’s see if that cunt is as pretty as you are.”

A flame licks up my core as I do what he says, the velvet caressing my skin as I keep my legs pressed together. He shifts to kneel, getting close without touching me, just like I said I like to imagine.

“Now. Drop your knees to the side. And let me see how wet this is making you.”

Oh, fuck.

Doing as he says, he echoes my silent sentiments. “Oh, fuck. Look how glorious you are.”

Watching from between my spread legs, a fresh wave of arousal unfurls and his eyes seem to glow as he inspects me. Silently, I’m cursing the mask that hides his whole face. Because I desperately want to see his facial expression.

“Now, Little Ember. Touch yourself.”

Jackson

It amazes me how Ginny is so dead set against letting me take her out, but here—as Scarlett—she’s so eager to spread her legs for a stranger.

Not just any stranger, though.Me.

If I ever decide to reveal this secret,oursecret, to her, it’s very likely she’ll try to kill me.

Although, she might as well be trying right now.

Pussy is pussy. Yeah, there’s all different sizes and colors. Some are tighter than others, and some I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. But I’ve never had a virginal, or nearly virginal, one before. Not even when I was a virgin myself. It’s never interested me.

I’ve seen too many of my colleagues get wrapped up in the appeal of a fresh, never been touched before woman. And after, they have to deal with the clingy, when are we getting married, I’ll file a sexual harassment suit if you don’t give me what I want, attitudes.

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