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My heart squeezes. “Good and bad.”

“How does my attention feel?”

“Good.” I smile a little at the immediate, breathless admission.

“Where does it feel good?” He licks his lips. “Can you feel yourself reacting?”

“W-what do you mean?”

His gaze is so blazing now, I fear I might get heat stroke from it. “Is your pussy growing warm? Does your clit ache to be touched?”

I gasp, sagging back against the dresser, and despite myself, my legs spread a little wider.

“Touch yourself for me, Daisy. Slide your hand into your panties and let me see how good it feels to touch yourself.”

“I can’t.” This denial is as swift as my admission that his attention feels wonderful.

“You’re safe here. It’s just us. I won’t even see anything, it’s just your hand in your panties.” There’s a noticeable movement under his towel. “I want to see how good you can make yourself feel.”

“I don’t know if…how…”

Disbelief flashes across his face. “Tell me you’ve made yourself come.”

I shake my head, fresh shame mounting on top of old.

“Sweet girl…” He exhales. “Come here, Daisy. Please. I want to hold you. I promise nothing else will happen.”

Haltingly, I cross to him, and he takes my wrist so gently I barely feel it as he guides me to sit on his thigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself,” he murmurs as he presses his face against my cheek. “Who told you thatnonsense? I touch myself all the time. It feels good. Don’t you want to feel good?”

I nod nervously, my breath catching. “I do. But I got in trouble…”

“Oh, baby. It’s okay. You’re mine now. And you’ll never get in trouble for touching yourself, I promise.” His hand squeezes my bare arm, then my hip through the light cotton fabric of the dress.

Then his touch moves to my thigh, his fingertips grazing my bare skin, and I tense up.

“It’s okay,” he promises. “I’m not going to do anything. Can you put your hand where mine is?” His breath is hot against my cheek, making my head spin. “Daddy wants you to.”

CHAPTER 10

ZANE

“What?” She spasms in my arms, and I tighten my hold on her, ignoring the burst of panic. I have it, too, a sharp stab of fear that I’ve said the wrong thing.

But I’ve learned that Daisy has complicated depths, and a generosity of spirit. If it’s not the right vibe, she’ll show me that. If it is, and my instinctive slip does push the right buttons, she’ll show me that, too.

I just need to pay attention to my wife, and we’ll get on the right track.

Suddenly that is the most important thing in the world to me.

I swallow hard and say it again, paying close attention this time. “Daddy wants to watch you touch yourself. You’re so beautiful, Daisy. You deserve all the pleasure in the world. And you’re safe in my arms, I promise. You are perfect. And you aremeantto feel pleasure, to be loved. It’s okay if you don’t believe me right now. That doesn’t change how I feel about you. We don’t have to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. But I want to be everything that you need. I want to be your safe space to explore all of your desires, and maybe after I’m your husband, after you hear my vows?—”

She interrupts me. “I don’t need that. I believe you. But I don’t know… I don’t know how to do this.” She ducks her head for a moment, then gives me a look that is equal parts shyness and deep curiosity, and it’s the most arousing look anyone has ever given me. “You’re gonna have to show me what to do.”

“God, you’re such a good girl. You’re so brave.” I kiss her, and her lips have never been sweeter than in this moment when she’s doing something so scary, after God knows how many years of brainwashing and lies from the people who should have taught her that pleasure is something beautiful and perfect. Private, yes, but wholly hers, hers to experience on her own and share with the right person when she’s ready.

Nobody did that for her, but I will.

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