Page 59 of A Twisted Gift

After a minute, I add a second finger, and then a third. She’s writhing on my hand as I press against her g-spot, never letting up on her clit. She tugs against the ribbon around her wrist, but she doesn’t ask me to undo it. No, she likes it. Likes that she’s bound and at my mercy.

This time, when she comes, I let up on her clit but keep curling my fingers inside her. The look on her face, the way she clamps down on my hand, her breathless whimpers—it’s almost enough to make me lose control. But I cling to my promise to myself to take things as slow as she needs.

“Erik, Erik! I need you to stop. I—ahhh.”

She melts into the carpet the second I pull my fingers out of her, but I can’t find it in me to stop touching her. Covering my body with hers, I kiss her deeply. When my tongue slides into her mouth, she tugs on it gently with her teeth. Experimenting, playing.

Arching upward, Raina tries to put her arms around me, but the ribbon wrapped around her wrist stops her. She lets out a frustrated noise, so I sit up with a chuckle.

“Let me help you.”

Taking her hands, I work to undo the ribbon. As I do, Raina watches me silently, and I can practically feel the unease creeping up on her.

“Did you like that?” she asks me as I toss the ribbon to the side.

“We’ve been over this.” My lips brush against her forehead. “Giving you pleasure will always satisfy me.”

“That’s not what I mean. Do you like forcing me? Or is it something you’re only doing because I like it?”

“I likepretendingto force you. I could never do it for real.”

“But you do like it?”

“Holding you down and wringing an orgasm out of you? Having you struggling against me?” I take her hand and press it against my hard cock. “You tell me, little rose.”

Her blush deepens, and she does her best to grasp my dick through my pants. “I don’t want to leave you like this. My sister told me what’s supposed to happen—”

“No, little rose. There’s no way this is supposed to go, remember?”

She looks away, her hand dropping and forming a fist.

Dammit.I should’ve known better than to think that one conversation would ease her worries. I was too caught up in her to think straight.

“Hey.” Dipping my head down, I rest my forehead against hers. “You’re not a disappointment to me, all right? I’m happy to wait.”

“Because you don’t want me to regret you?”

“Because I don’t want you to feel pressured. You’re not an object to me, Raina. Not something to use whenever I feel like it and then toss aside. And until I know you know that—reallyknow that—I… I think we should keep all the focus on you. I want this to be at your pace.”

“But it’s not fair to—”

I fit my mouth to hers before she can finish that sentence. Fuck fair. She’s been deprived of having a life for the past twenty years. I can make a few sacrifices so she’s comfortable. It’s the least she deserves.

“If you’re going to make this about me, then remember this,” I tell her. “It would break me if you reciprocated because you felt like you had to. It’dkillme, Raina. I don’t want to take advantage of you, but just as much, I don’t want to be a mistake to you.”

“But you know how I feel.”

“Yes. And I also know that this is all new to you. That you don’t want to disappoint me. That you’d do anything to make sure you didn’t. Am I right?”

She nods, albeit begrudgingly.

“And that’s the thing, little rose.” I press a kiss to her mouth, trying to drive my point home. “You’re safe with me. You don’t have to prove yourself to me. You don’t have to do what you think I want you to so that you don’t get in trouble. I’m not your father.”

Raina’s lips are pressed together, and I’m relieved to find that her eyes are free of tears. I don’t want to make her cry. Hell, I don’t want to disappoint her, either. But there’s no way I could take the pain of knowing she only got me off because she was supposed to.

When she remains silent, I sit back on my heels, wanting to give her space if she needs it. “I… I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you want. I just…”

“Don’t apologize,” she whispers, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her arms come around my neck, and she brushes her nose against mine. “I understand. You don’t want to make me uncomfortable, and, well… I don’t want to makeyouuncomfortable.”

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