Page 70 of Bit's Bliss
I smiled when she nodded but didn’t speak. After turning the water off in the tub, I checked the temperature, then returned to where Eberly waited.
“Come, little dove,” I said, holding my hand out a second time to help her stand, then lifted her into my arms.
Like the last time we were here together, I lowered her body into the warm water, but instead of having her sit between my legs, I faced her. “Technically, we’vebeen in a scene since we left the cottage. Now, though, things will get more intense. If anything I do or ask you to do makes you uncomfortable, use one of your safe words.” I smiled again when she didn’t speak. “You’re making me very happy by following my instructions, little dove.” I took her hands. “Stand for me, then straddle my lap.”
My steel-hard cock rested between her legs, and as much as I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, first, we’d talk.
“Eberly, tell me about your sexual history.”
Her eyes opened wide, and her brow furrowed.
“You may speak freely now.”
“Apart from what I’ve experienced with you, I have none.”
“No stolen kisses, no boyfriends feeling their way up your shirt, pressing their thigh between your legs, allowing you to take your pleasure?
“Kissing, but nothing else.”
“What about when you’re alone? How do you satisfy yourself?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you use your fingers? Sex toys? Do you watch porn?”
Her cheeks were as flushed and her breathing as labored as if she’d run a mile.
“Answer me, little dove.”
Her eyes were downcast, but I sensed it was due to her embarrassment, not submission. “I’ve used my fingers.”
“Nothing else?”
“I’ve, um, read books, sir.”
“Thank you for your honesty. Have any of these books contained elements of BDSM?” I’d know immediately based on her reaction to the acronym alone.
“Yes, sir.”
“And have you brought yourself to an orgasm when reading about it?”
Eberly shook her head.
“Why not?” I asked, assessing her physical responses to our conversation as much as the verbal ones.
“Because you told me that you are responsible for my orgasms. Only you.”
My heart rate increased, and my already stiff penis throbbed. My control was held by the barest of metaphorical threads. I inhaled deeply, reminding myself that it was essential I take command of my body as much as hers. What we did in the next few hours wouldbe about teaching Eberly about my needs, but more, to satisfy her cravings, give her pleasure otherwise unimaginable to her, and take away the hurt and fear learning about her father’s and ex-fiancé’s betrayal had brought—even if it was for a brief amount of time. It was up to me to take the utmost care of her emotionally, physically, and mentally, which meant my focus had to be entirely on the woman whose hardened nipples were almost close enough to taste.
“So prior to our time together, you didn’t read books of that nature. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
I smiled. “When have you had time to read, little dove?”
Her cheeks flushed. “I sneaked it in here and there. Mostly on my phone.”
“In these books, were the women restrained? Punished? Were they spanked?” Her gaze remained downcast. “Look at me, little dove. Did it excite you?”
