Page 93 of Don't Make Me Beg
I take a seat beside her and motion for her to spin as I pull her foot into my lap.
When I begin massaging her foot, her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and I can almost hear her disappointment cracking like shattered glass. “What are you doing? I thought we were going to…”
“You thought we were going to what?” I mimic back to her as I knead the tight muscles in her foot. “You thought I was going to feed you dinner and then jump right into fucking you?”
She shrugs, and this time, I don’t even try to hide my smile.
“Trust me, Girl Scout, we’ll get there… I want you to get the full Luka Kingsley experience.” I click on the TV, scrolling through the options until something catches my eye.
“So we’re watching porn then?” Her question is so innocent that it actually catches me off guard, and I nearly choke on the laugh that rises in my chest.
“No, Girl Scout, we’re not watching porntonight.” As much fun as that sounds, we’ll have to save that for another time. I’d rather focus on Scout before having any other distractions dividing my attention away.
When I finally find what I’m looking for, I click the icon and hit purchase.
“Jeepers Creepers? I love this movie,” Scout says, sinking a little deeper into the sofa beside me.
“I remember.”
Of course, I remember. How could I forget one of her favorite movies? Especially when it terrified me so much the first time we watched it together. I was eleven and she was ten. I had my head buried underneath my blanket, trying to hold back tears. Meanwhile, Scout was on the edge of her seat like she couldn’t wait to see what came next.
That was the night that I first realized that things weren’t always what they seemed on the surface. That just because Scout seemed like she came from a good family like mine, the things that should’ve terrified her didn’t… and the things that seemed like no big deal, like a door slamming, would have her trembling with fear.
If only I knew then what I know now. But all I can do is try to help her move past it, try to help her heal.
We fall into a comfortable silence as the movie begins, and I can already see how relaxed she’s becoming now that she’s not trying to anticipate my every move.
If I want her to really let go and enjoy herself, I knew I needed to distract her, to get her out of her head. Biding my time, I wait until the first tense moment when the music starts to pick up to make my first move.
I slide my hand higher on her leg, my large palm encompassing her knee before inching it higher toward her upper thigh. Her thighs begin to part ever so slowly, as if cautiously asking for more.
I don’t miss the way her breathing hitches as I trail my fingers higher, sliding underneath the leg of her shorts.
“Why are you fidgeting? Am I making you nervous?” I ask, not even trying to mask the amusement in my voice.
“No. I’m not nervous.” She shakes her head, but she doesn’t look me in the eye.
“You’re not?” My fingers inch a little higher, brushing toward the middle of her thigh. It’s a painful exploration—at least on my part—but I revel in the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips as I attempt to memorize every inch I touch.
“Look at you, acting so brave,” I tease, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. “Sitting here acting like you’re not terrified of me right now when I can feel your body shaking like a leaf.”
As much as I enjoy making her squirm, I have to give her credit; she may be nervous right now, but she’s doing a hell of a job of hiding it.
“You know, I spent the whole day trying to figure out how I’d punish you for keeping your virginity a secret from me.”
She swallows a gulp. “You did?”
“Yes. I did. Does that scare you?”
“No.” She shakes her head and wets her lips, her eyes growing darker as her body goes still.
I trace a finger along the top of her thigh, sliding beneath the leg of her panties, and she sucks in a breath. “Do you want me to punish you, Scout?”
Her response is raspy and barely more than a whisper. “Yes.”
I let out a sigh. “That’s what I hoped you were going to say.”
“What are you?—?”
