Page 83 of Silver Secrets

She shook her head. “It’s just that I haven’t… I mean I can’t… and I don’t want to disappoint you…”

“What?”

She buried her face in his chest. “I haven’t been able to orgasm since I was taken.”

Gage’s thumb tipped her chin up so he could look right in her eyes. “Not with a partner?”

“You think I’ve been able to let someone touch me? There’ve been no partners.”

“Right. That was such a stupid question on my part.” He shook his head. “So, not even by yourself?”

A cherry red blush bloomed across her cheeks. “I’ve been close before, but can’t seem to get my mind to shut off long enough for it to happen.”

“Okay.” His mind worked in overdrive as he began planning what to do next.

“Okay?”

“Yes. I’ve got a game plan now. I’ll coach you through it. Let’s go.”

“You’re going to do what?”

Gage picked Sloane up off his lap, setting her on her feet before spinning her around and hauling her down the hallway to their bedroom. He walked her over to the bed, and left her standing alone, a confused and almost dazed look on her face.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

“I’m not going to touch you. I’m going to talk you through touching yourself.”

“Gage!” she laughed. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“If you want to stop, at any point, we will. But I think I can get you there. That you can get yourself there with my help.”

“I don’t know. That’s a lot of pressure.”

“No, because I’m gonna take this chair here,” he grunted as he picked it up, turning to walk towards the door. “And I’m gonna sit here at the door, with my back turned to you. You can be under your covers, and I’ll turn off the lights. You’ll still be able to hear my instructions, and I’ll still be able to hear if you’re being good and following them, but I won’t look.”

“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it?”

“Yes. Besides, with the lights off, I won’t be able to see anything in here, no matter how desperately I want to.”

“I need…” her eyes darted to the bathroom.

“What. Tell me what you need.”

“The light has to stay on.”

Shit. He’d completely forgotten about that. “Right. Of course. It can stay on.”

“And you can watch.”

Gage groaned. Fuck. That was so fucking hot. She had no idea what she was doing to him. Her gaze lowered to his jeans and then back up to meet his eyes while she bit her lower lip. Maybe she did know, after all.

“Are you going to touch yourself?” His dick jumped at the thought. Baby steps, idiot. Sloane needed him to move slowly. She was worth that.

“No.” Fuck, his cock was straining painfully against his zipper, thinking about Sloane even entertaining the idea of doing that with him. “Tonight is about you. I want you to be completely comfortable. I want you to trust me. If you say we need to stop, we’ll stop. And my hands will stay firmly on the arms of that chair. Now, tell me what you like.”

“I don’t know?”

“Do you want me to praise you, Red? To tell you all the things I love about you and your body?”

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