Page 115 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I know that Swan will want to slowly insert some of those beads into Vito’s arse and then order him to bake for him — while wearing nothing but an apron.

I redden at the thought, at the same time as I become wet.

A wave of heat hits me.

Why is it so hot in here?

I wriggle my panties off, kicking some book leaves out of the way as I do like paper rain. “Were any of those toys like pussies?”

Benedict shakes his head. “I’ve always wondered what a pussy would be like. I crave to make you feel good, my soul mate. But I don’t know how. I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

A disappointment.

I growl, surprising myself how feral I sound, as I grab Benedict by his curls and shove him onto his back.

Benedict stares up at me with wide eyes.

“You couldn’t disappointment me.” I straddle his waist. “You’re perfect just as you are. You’re strong because you’ve survived. You were caged but you’re not free because of Ambrose. You need to believe it yourself first. We can help each other believe it. How about right now, I teach you how to make me feel good, while you jerk off? We both get pleasure at the same time. Do you want that, good Omega?”

Benedict shivers on thegood Omega. His dick twitches underneath me.

I’m going to call himgood Omegaas often as I can.

“I excel at following instructions,” Benedict says with both an edge of pride and challenge. “Show me how to please you. Will you let me taste you?”

I drop my mouth to his, letting my lips graze him on each word, “Stay still on your back, Foxy. That’s it. Now slide that elegant hand of yours that makes such beautiful music to your cock and show me how you touch yourself.”

Benedict blushes but he obeys me. “Like this?”

I glance over my shoulder to watch, as Benedict lightly clasps his cock, stroking it up and down with a twist, before thumbing over the head. His chest is rapidly rising and falling.

“Is that how you like it best?” I ask.

“I don’t often do this. I was forbidden to in England.”

I clench my hands for a moment, before puffing out a breath.

The assholes.

“Well, you can here. Amby’s told you that, right?” I check.

Benedict nods. “It’s just new to me.”

“Then freedom is getting used to reclaiming your own body too. You can touch anywhere you like.”

Benedict’s smile is the one that’s laced with cunning, which I’m learning to love. “Can I touch here?”

His free hand hovers over my clothed breast.

I smirk. “Fuck, yeah.”

Benedict gently traces over my left breast. His brow furrows with concentration, as he explores the outline, thumbing over my nipple with a skill that’s innate.

He looks delighted, when I whimper.

His touch feels amazing through the silk.

Benedict speeds up his stroking of his cock, bursting into a deep purr, which sends vibrations through me.

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