Page 30 of Accepting Love

“Yes, Sir.”Several.

“May I look?”

I shudder. “Must you?”

“I’d like to, please.”

I sigh. Will he look at me differently? Probably not. “Okay,” I whisper.

He sets me back and stands before threading his fingers with mine and leading me to my nightstand. Somehow he guesses which side of the bed I sleep on. It probably wasn’t a tough decision. I sleep closer to the bathroom.

He sits on the edge of my bed and opens the drawer, saying nothing as he fingers my array of vibrators. I have a narrow one I use inside me and three others that are dedicated to my clit.

“I like your choices,” he informs me as he lifts each one and examines it.

I’m mortified.

He puts them back and closes the drawer. “You don’t use them without permission anymore, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now answer my first question. How often do you masturbate, Caro?”

“Usually when I get into bed,” I admit, feeling embarrassed.

“Every night?”

I draw in a breath and nod.

“Any other times of the day?”

“Sometimes,” I admit softly. “In the morning.”

“So what you’re saying is that you masturbate twice a day. Do I have that right?”

I purse my lips and nod. Could I be more embarrassed?

“Thank you for telling me, Little one. I bet you’re feeling pretty needy right now then, aren’t you?”

I shrug. I’m so far past needy it’s not funny.

“Should I check for myself and see how wet you are?”

I shake my head. I will faint dead if he touches me down there. “No, Sir.”

“Did you orgasm this morning, Little one?”

I flinch and hesitate before nodding. I’m not going to be able to lie to him.

He kisses my temple. “Good girl. Thank you for being honest. How about if we settle against all these pillows and watch TV together? How does that sound?”

“Good.” I like the idea of snuggling against him, but I’d rather we have sex. That’s the honest truth. But I won’t dare suggest it.

He pats my hot bottom over my nightgown. It barely covers me, so his fingers also touch the backs of my thighs. “Go get the remote.”

I turn and rush across the room to grab the remote from my dresser. While I do that, he pulls the covers back and piles up my pink and white pillows against the headboard.

As he settles slightly to the far side of the bed, he pats the spot next to him.

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