Page 100 of Tell Me What You Want

“Eric ...”

“Oh ... little girl, I think I’m going to have to tie you up pretty soon. You’re much more curious than I imagined, but I like your curiosity; it drives me crazy.”

That makes me laugh. I offer him my mouth, which he eagerly takes.

“If we go to that party tomorrow, what’s going to happen?”

“Whatever you want.”

“But ... but once there ...”

“People go there to do what they’ll do, sweetness. Everyone’s looking for the same thing: sex. If you want, you’ll have sex. You can look or you can take part; it all depends on you.”

“And you ... what do you want?”

Eric presses his mouth to my neck.

“After this very interesting conversation, which has me hard as a rock, what I’m going to want to do is to fuck you and for them to fuck you. I adore your expression when you come. And since now I know what gets you going, I want to offer your breasts, your sex, and to watch.”

Everything he says provokes the desired effect in me. Now I want to play out any of those fantasies. My breathing is heated; Eric is loving this.

“Your body is telling me to ask you anything. And I know that, right now, you’d do anything I ask because you’re so inflamed, you’re so hot that you want it this minute, right?”

“Yes,” I confess. He gets up and offers me his hand.

“C’mon, come with me.”

I don’t doubt him for a minute. I take his hand, and we leave the Jacuzzi.

He grabs a towel and wraps it around my body. He dries me with astonishing tenderness.

“Jude ... you have to understand that I will never do anything without your consent.”

“I’m afraid of the unknown, but I do want to explore by your side.”

My answer seems to please him, and he kisses me. We walk back into the house together. Instead of taking me up to our room, he turns us down a different hallway. Suddenly, I hear panting, and when we get to a half-open door, he stops.

“Andrés and Frida are in here. Do you want to go in?”

I nod. “Just as long as you don’t leave my side,” I murmur.

“Have no doubt about that, love. You’re mine.”

I love his dominance. When we enter the room, my breathing becomes irregular again. I’m nervous, worked up but also afraid. I spy a round bed in the middle of an enormous blue room. There’s music, and Frida and Andrés are sixty-nining. When they notice us, they stop what they’re doing and look at us. Eric closes the door and takes the towel from around me. I’m trembling.

“You decide, Jude.”

His voice brings me back to reality.

“I want to play,” I say as the other two continue to gaze at us.

Eric kisses me. Then he looks over at Andrés, who’s nude and gets up from the bed. He circles us and comes around to my back. I just look at Eric as his friend unbuttons my bikini top and pulls it off.

My breasts graze Eric’s chest, and my nipples quickly harden. My Adonis doesn’t take his eyes off me. He’s serious and unruffled.

“Andrés, take off her bikini bottom,” he says, directing his friend.

His voice electrifies me. And when I feel Andrés’s fingers pull my bikini bottom down, I gasp. I sense his breath on my ass, and that gives me goose bumps.

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