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I growl in her ear even though I suspected that would be her answer. “How often did you masturbate before you met me?”
“Never,” she whispers.
I flinch. “Like…never?” She never even masturbated with previous men?
“Never. I didn’t have any material to work with until you walked into the library. I just assumed I wasn’t a sexual being.”
Her candor brings me to my knees. “Baby, you’re a very sexual being. I wish I could say I’m sorry you never met anyone or came upon any situation that made you want to explore your own body and give yourself pleasure. How many partners have you had?”
She looks away, pursing her lips.
“Arianna…”
“None,” she finally whispers. Her cheeks turn bright pink.
My cock grows two sizes. She’s a virgin? I knew she was rather innocent and probably hadn’t dated anyone locally, but she’s twenty-five. She’s only been in Wilde for two years. How did she not have sex with anyone in college?
She sighs. “Don’t get all cocky about this, Dallas. There are no religious or altruistic reasons behind why I haven’t had sex. I just never met someone I wanted to do it with.”
“Until me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Cocky. Until you.”
“And now you can’t keep your hands away from yourself.” I’m definitely feeling as cocky as she insinuates. “The truth is I’m pumping my chest, knowing you’ll only ever be with me. I promise you will not regret it.”
She sighs dramatically. “How long do you think it will take to get my apartment back to a livable state so I can resume pleasuring myself?”
I roll to my back, reach for the lamp, and turn it on. Two seconds later, I have tugged the covers down the bed and pushed Arianna onto her back. I’m on my hands and knees, straddling her body without touching her.
I know she was sort of teasing, taunting me, but I want to make several things very clear here. “Arianna, you’re mine. Starting tonight, you will sleep in our bed every night. We will not ever sleep apart. You’re not going back to your apartment. I would lose my head.”
She bites her lip, apparently fighting a giggle.
I narrow my gaze at her.
She releases her lip and drags her tongue seductively along it. She pats my chest with both hands. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. I feel like I might be able to excel at that in the future.”
I’m admittedly shocked by her boldly sassy attitude. Needing to come up with a way to put her in her place, I shove back, push her sheer nightie up above her chest, and pull her panties off.
She gasps when I part her knees and settle between them, holding her wide to my view.
“I don’t want to crimp your style, baby. Go ahead and do your thing.”
Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops open.
I nod. “I never said you couldn’t continue to masturbate. I just said you couldn’t do it without permission or alone. I want to witness every single one of your orgasms. So, go ahead. Touch yourself. I’ll enjoy the show.”
She licks her lips again. “Uhhh. I don’t think I can do that.”
“Oh, baby, I know you can. In fact, as an incentive, I’m not going to touch you again until you masturbate for me.”
She gasps, eyes widening further. Her cheeks turn a dark pink. I’m besting her at her own sassy game, but she suddenly comes up with a comeback. “You can’t be with me all the time, Dallas. I can be fast. I could probably get off in the bathroom when you think I’m peeing.”
I chuckle low and deep. “Oh, Arianna… Do you have any idea how often I’m going to let you out of my sight for the next fifty years, naughty girl? Tomorrow, when you want to pee alone, remember that you dug this hole all by yourself.”
This time, her eyes bug out of her head, and she swallows.
I glance down at her glistening pussy. “You can make yourself come right now while I watch, or you can put it off for as long as you want, but your next orgasm will be at your own hands under my gaze.” I lift a brow.
