Page 155 of Doubts & Fears

“You know the answer to that, don’t you, my sweet little pet?”

“It hurts, Alek,” I whimpered as I writhed under his hand.

“Do you need to use your safeword? You can. I won’t be upset. You’ve done so well today. I’m so proud of you. I know this pussy is so wet, and it’s been drippingall day. It’s so fucking needy. I love to see your juices coating your lips, running down your thighs. Your vibrator is soaking wet. Did you know that?” He ran it up and down me.

“I don’t need to use my safeword, but I ache. Can’t you put your finger inside me for a minute? I feel so empty and want to feel you inside me.”

“No fingers allowed this hour. Those are the rules. I didn’t make them, Sebastian did.”

“But I need something inside me. I won’t tell.”

“You know I can’t do that.” He kissed my neck.

“Damn it, please.”

He backed off and stopped for a minute, pushing my hair back from my face. I was sweaty from the effort of controlling my body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His words made my heart ache as much as my pussy. He kissed me deeply, and then the vibrator slid down my pussy lips and rimmed me. I bucked, spreading my legs wider for him. He gently pushed the vibrator against my entrance.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.

“Yes, with my whole heart. Do it.” I nodded as he slipped the vibrator tip inside.

For the next ten minutes, he teased me and fucked me with it until I was begging hard once more, my fear gone.

He smiled. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

The last session of the night would end up being my favorite. It wasn’t an edging session, but more aftercare from the day. At 9 p.m., a hot bath was drawn, and I’d have a glass of wine while one of my Kings would tell me how wonderful they thought I was. The first night with Alek was extra special because he was completely vulnerable.

“You surprise me,” he said, as he massaged my shoulders.

“How so?” I asked, my body finally relaxed.

“I know we aren’t…doing the same thing with you that we are with Allison…”

I smiled. He was trying hard not to use the wordtraining, but I understood him, and my heart melted at the consideration.

“And I’ve done things like that for years now, mainly for business. It’s not necessarily my thing, edging women, but with you it’s different.” He paused as he grabbed a washcloth. He soaped it up and washed me. “I’m not sure if it’s your innocence or if it runs deeper. There’s this wild abandonment with you. Not that other women don’t experience the same thing. But it’s whatseeing that wild abandonment inyoudoes to me. I’ve never had a problem gaining trust from women, as my intent is never to harm.”

I held my breath as he spoke.

“But there’s something beautiful in your trust. I think it might be why I tried so hard to get you to go out with me in the beginning. You’ve made me work for it. I want to be worthy of that trust. And you gave me the greatest gift today.”

I stopped him, grabbing his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. After a few minutes of tangling tongues, he pulled back and leaned his forehead into mine. “Thank you,” he whispered. My heart raced like it was going to burst out of my chest.

Nik’s and Ivan’s treatment for the last session each night was equally tender, and each of them shared stories of their childhood and the many escapades with Sebastian and Marcel.

I would be massaged from my feet to my shoulders until I was drowsy and almost falling asleep, then finally bathed and slathered in essential oils and creams—especially on my sore nipples and inner thighs, rubbed almost raw from my bearded men.

This schedule continued for six deliciously long, torturous days. On the sixth night with Ivan, I lay in his arms after, with his hands firmly holding mine to keep them from wandering down between my legs, because I was so desperate for release that I was not above taking care of my own needs. I flushed with embarrassment at the things I had said to him that night—the things I wanted him to do to my body.

If I thought I was in love with them before this week-long orgasm-denial adventure, I was hopelessly lost by the end of it, and the thought of having to leave them made me feel like I was dying.

On day seven, Gerald was waiting once more. “Ms. Taylor, I need you to come with me, please.”

I flushed, thinking about everything. Knowing he was subjected to my evening scream fest for the past week left me beyond embarrassed.

“Where are we going?” I nervously followed him down the hall toward the elevator. He pushed the button as I swallowed hard.

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