Page 34 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“You seem to know what you’re doing, little dove. Have you seduced a man before?”
“How can you ask me that? You know…know I’m a virgin.” I’m panting a bit now. My nipples are extremely sensitive—so much that I can almost reach the peak just by touching them the right way. Also, the silk gown feels delicious against them—and I like the way the Dark Prince is looking at me.
“Just so,” he says. “But you’ve done this before, have you not? You’ve pleasured yourself.”
“Why should I not?” I say with a touch of defiance. “It’s my body—why should I not make myself feel good?”
“Mmm, why not indeed,” he growls softly. “Show me.”
“Show you? Show you what?” my breath hitches as I continue to stroke and tease my tight points.
“Show me how you touch yourself. Not just your nipples,” he adds. “Show me how you pet that sweet little pussy of yours.”
My breath catches in my throat again. I don’t know why this little game we appear to be playing is making me feel so hot and flushed all over, but it certainly is.
Slowly, I raise the hem of my nightgown, baring my sex for him. I feel a little shiver go down my spine as the cool air of his dungeon room ruffles the curls on my mound, which are a shade darker than the hair on my head.
“Mmm, look at you, little dove. That’s a beautiful little pussy,” Xaren growls and there’s a hunger in his deep voice that makes my stomach flutter.
“Thank you,” I murmur demurely. I spread my thighs a little, letting him have a better look. I know this behavior is wildly unladylike—I’m acting like a slattern. But the way he’s looking at me with those burning, half-lidded eyes is really doing something strange to my insides. He’s making me feel hot and flushed just by watching me.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” he says again. “I want to see how you please yourself at night when no one’s looking.”
I think about asking how he knows when I touch myself…but I don’t bother. When else would I have the courage to give myself pleasure?
I spread my thighs wider and slip two fingers into my cleft. Earlier, when he asked to see how wet I was, I was dry as a bone—from nervousness, I guess. But now, since he’s been looking at me and watching as I touch my nipples, I’m flowing like a fountain. Well, not quite that much, but I’m definitely wet now—much wetter than I expected to be when he first demanded to see me.
Xaren certainly seems to approve of what he sees.
“Gods, look how wet you are,” he growls softly, leaning forward. “Go on, little dove—part your lips and let me see you touch your clit.”
I do as he asks, using my first and ring finger, I part my nether lips. Then I begin teasing my swollen, aching bud with my middle finger. I stroke around and around it but settle on the right side, which is somehow more sensitive. I don’t touch it directly—the sensation is too intense. The sides of the little button are where the most pleasure is—at least for me.
“Hmm, I see you don’t touch your clit directly—is there a reason for that?” Xaren’s deep voice is a low growl of pure interest and he’s moved closer to me on the bed.
“It…it’s too intense,” I pant. My hips are jerking a little as the pleasure builds. It’s hard to hold still when it feels so good.
“So this little clit is sensitive, is she?” He licks one fingertip and uses it to press lightly against my aching button.
“Oh!” I gasp and my hips buck up involuntarily. “Oh, please!” I gasp, but I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
“Here, let me.” He brushes my hand aside and begins circling my clit himself, teasing me lightly, the same way I’d been teasing myself. Somehow the feeling of his fingers on me is different than when I touch myself. It’s more intense somehow—maybe because he’s looking into my eyes as he touches me.
“Oh, Xaren!” I moan as he strokes me.
“Now, tell me the truth,” he growls softly. “You only want me to take you because you fear what will happen if you don’t get a baby in your belly soon—isn’t that right?”
“Not…not exactly,” I pant. Goddess of Mercy, why do his fingers feel so good? So much different from my own?
“But that’s part of it—right?” he asks.
Mutely, I nod. I can’t deny it fully—that would be a lie and I’m no good at lying, as I’ve said.
“Tell me the other part,” he demands. “Tell me why you came down here with the intent to seduce me tonight.”
“Because…” I’m panting now. “Because the Royal Physician is to examine me tomorrow and if…if I’m still intact, the Queen will…will have me whipped.”
Saying it out loud rather puts a damper on my mood. I’m still feeling pleasure from his light, skillful touch, but now I’m thinking of the whip again with its sharp metal pieces.
