Page 19 of Unbreakable Vow

“Are you telling me you’ve never orgasmed before?”

No. I was wrong, my face can get hotter.

“No, I’m not saying never. I’m saying not when someone else is…” I groan. “I don’t want to talk about this. When I’m by myself, yes. But not with someone. So don’t worry about me. Let’s just go to sleep.” I try to get up, but he pushes me back against the pillows.

He stares at me for a long moment in silence. The darkness in his eyes becomes more unsettling as the seconds tick by.

“This is the only time I’m going to talk about other men touching you.” Why does he sound so angry? “What sort of men have you been with that you haven’t been able to orgasm with them?”

“Sort of men? They were just guys. College guys. Two since college.”

“And they didn’t care if you found pleasure?” Again, he sounds angry.

“We didn’t have a conversation about it. This is actually the most I’ve talked about it with a man before, and I have to say I’m not liking it. Can we just go to sleep?” I’m too mortified now to do anything but lie here and wallow in my humiliation, but maybe we can at least put this topic away.

“No.” The word falls like an anvil. He’s not going to let this drop. He presses his hand flat against my stomach and leans closer to me. “I want you to just relax. Don’t think about anything other than what my fingers are doing. Yes?”

I stare up into his eyes and nod. “All right.”

My insides are tense. If this doesn’t work, he’s really going to hate me and then he’s going to tell me the deal is off and I’m going to be so screwed. And not in the right way.

“You’re already thinking too much, stop it,” he orders.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” The left side of his mouth lifts a tiny bit. Not enough to call it a smile, but at least he doesn’t look angry anymore. “Just look at me, focus on me, yes?”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath.

Slowly, his hand moves between my thighs. Gently, he pushes my legs open.

“You liked when I spanked you earlier,” he says just as his fingers glide through my folds. “You enjoyed being bent over my desk and spanked.” He slides his fingers to my clit.

Molten arousal pours into my core.

“You liked not being in control. You liked being punished for being a naughty girl,” he says.

“I’m not sure that’s?—”

“No talking.” He puts a finger over my lips. “Just listen. Do what I say. Enjoy my touch.” His fingers press together as he rubs over the hood of my clit. My insides tighten as he pushes down, then comes back up.

“You like that.” He grins proudly as he beings to rub downward and then in a circle. “Your clit is getting hard.” He pulls my nightshirt up the rest of the way, exposing my breasts. I immediately try to cover myself, knowing that all the squishy parts of my body are showing now.

“Move your fucking hands right now.” He slaps my pussy hard. The pain makes me snap my knees together, which only seems to exacerbate his irritation.

“Coraline. Now.” He pauses all movements until I do as he says. I spread my legs again and move my arms to my sides.

“Good girl,” he says, leaning over me and flicking my nipple with his tongue while his hand continues to massage my clit, then down to my pussy opening, then back up. His fingers become slick as my arousal takes over.

He bites down on my nipple as he plunges two fingers into me, and my hips lift off the bed. With a curl to his fingers, he begins to fuck me with them, and a moan escapes.

“Such a good girl, getting your pussy fucked,” he mutters against my nipple before biting it once more. My body tightens around his fingers.

He leans back up, moving his second hand to my clit and again begins to massage.

“Oh!” I plant my feet flat on the bed while he continues to fuck me with his fingers, adding a third one.

“Good girl. Focus on my hand. How good it feels to have my fingers fucking you, your clit being played with. Good girl.” Every time he says that phrase my body melts a little more.

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