Page 10 of The High Price Of Loneliness

He smiled warmly into her anxious eyes and asked, “Do you have a very comfortable robe? Something soft would be ideal. Not lingerie. Just something warm and comfy you could put on?”

Angelica answered, “Yes, I’ll be right back,” as she hurried to her master bath to change. As she slipped into her soft pink house terry robe, she thought,This was not like anything or anyone she had known. A bit different—well, more like very different.

She heard Gray’s voice say, “I’m heading to your kitchen to wash my hands. I will be right back.”

When she returned in pink, the room was now softly lit. Edward had made himself at home turning all the lights off except one small lamp in the corner. Escorting her, Edward said, “Come lay on your bed and let’s get you comfortable first.” As Angelica climbed onto the bed, her robe opened just a bit, revealing a glimpse that she wore nothing underneath.

“Excellent,” he said. “Now, come lay in the center with your head on your favorite pillow.” As she moved to the middle, she felt his warm hands position her knees slightly open, each on their own pillow, and then draped the blanket over her gently. As the gaze of his deep blue eyes returned to her, he said, “Do you feel comfortable, Angelica?”

She smiled from her cozy nest of pillows and blankets. “Yes, I feel all comfy like you just tucked me in for the night.” Then reaching for his face, she stroked his cheek adding, “You make me feel … totally safe.”

He looked deeply into her eyes and spoke to her in the lower register of his voice, “You will always be safe when you are with me, Angelica. It takes time to build real trust, but you will see that taking care of you is my first principle. Now close your eyes for a moment, and just listen to my voice.”

Feeling comfortable in her nest of pillows and blankets, she said softly, “Ok, and just so you know, I love your deep reassuring voice.”

He instructed her slowly, “For the next 15 minutes, I want you to let go of everything in your past. Let go of traumas or disappointments or anything that holds all of us back sometimes. Let go of everything in your busy day or things you have to do tomorrow. I just want you to feel and be fully present in this moment.” His voice was calm and hypnotic. “All I will do for the next 15 minutes is to very softly and gently stroke you. Touching you softly with just the tip of my finger. Is that okay with you?” he asked, seeking consent for all things regarding intimacy.

As she lay in her warm robe, hearing his words, her busy active mind spoke out, “Yes. But what do I need to do?”

He leaned into her and said, “You don’t have to do anything except breathe, relax, and feel your amazing body. Let your energy just flow naturally.” His guidance continued. “I may ask you a question or two about how I am stroking you. Such as, would you like it a bit softer? Or would you like it to be a bit harder? Feel free to answer yes, no, or any way you would like, but no matter what the answer is, I will thank you for the feedback. There is no wrong answer ever.” He paused before asking her gently, “Ok so far, Angelica?”

Seeking to visualize what he had in mind, she was playing the movie of the scene, in her head, as he described it. She said, “Yes, but may I ask a question?” He nodded yes. “Why would you want to do this for me? What is in it for you, Edward?” Angelica asked curiously. No man had ever thought about her pleasure, much less wanting to dedicate 15 minutes exclusively to her needs before, especially if it wasn’t going to lead to having sex with her in the end.

Her answer came in his delicious sounding reply. “Your exquisite pleasure is my greatest reward, Angelica,” Edward said with confidence. “It will make me feel like King Kong to know that I can guide you this way,” he said. “But before we begin, I want to remind you about my two rules. Most of all, Rule Number Two, if you recall, says you are not allowed to climax without permission,” he instructed her. “So, would you practice your words for me—just in case you start to feel all trembly inside and you feel the beginnings of an orgasm? You should ask permission by saying, “Please, sir, may I cum?” Gray asked, “Would you try that for me, Angelica, just in case you need to ask?”

Her mind was filled with doubt. She had never reached a climax with anyone, and only little ones, so she thought, by herself. Asking for permission was not the problem she was worried about. Ever needing to ask was more of her personal and very private dilemma. But Angelica went along with his request, saying softly, “Please, sir, may I cum?” Immediately her face flushed, a bit embarrassed to be asking that out loud.

Immediately she saw Gray’s warm smile and heard his praise, “Good girl. Thank you for doing that, Kitten. Now, try it once more, a little louder this time, just to make sure you don’t forget your words, especially if you are excited, and the adrenaline is pumping through your whole body.”

She felt the words roll off more easily the second time as “please, sir, may I cum?” came across her lips loud and clear. Angelica felt a little surprised to hear those words coming out of her in her full voice this time, especially since she was asking permission to visit a world she had barely, if ever, experienced.

His deep voice rewarded her again. “Great job! I am proud of you, Angelica.” Gray encouraged her gently, “Now, just take a deep breath and hold it for five seconds.” She felt her chest rise under her pink robe as she took a very deep breath. She focused on his voice now, as he guided her again by saying, “Good. Now exhale slowly for five seconds.”

Angelica closed her eyes as she complied again, and as all the air left her body, Edward leaned into her ear in a quiet, deeper voice and whispered, “Very good. Now repeat that two more times for me.” She continued her deep breathing, and with it, she felt more and more relaxed listening to his voice and letting her mind clear and drift into his energy.

Edward asked slowly in a meditative voice, “How are you feeling now, Angelica?”

A hint of a smile crept across her lips as she said softly, “Relaxed but also a little excited.”

“Good answer. You are doing very well. Now I am going to position you with your legs a bit more open, so I may touch and stroke you gently. But I want to make sure that you are in a very comfortable position, ok?”

“Yes,” she replied as Edward’s strong hands opened her thighs wider apart but still partially draped under her soft blanket, pillows still under her knees supporting her.

Edward paused to ask, “How does that feel so far, Angelica?”

Relaxed in her new nest of pillows and blankets, she replied, “Everything feels good.”

Edward placed the palm of his hand over her fully exposed mound and just held it there warm and steady with only a slight bit of pressure. He could feel that she was already creamy and moist with excitement just from talking and listening to his steady voice.

He mentored her, “Just breathe and feel, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything. Just be with me in this moment.” And with that, Edward began stroking with just the tip of his finger. This was a very soft touch and the most delicate of gentle stroking. It felt as tender as if he was gently brushing something from her eyelash.

She took a deep breath, instantly responding to the energy she was feeling and moaned gently, “Ahhhhhh!”

Edward’s deep voice asked calmly, “Is anything hurting, Angelica?”

She whispered intently, “No, not at all—keep going.”

“Thank you,” he replied, while steadily, slowly, and gently stroking her most delicate lips, tracing lightly across her most sensitive pleasure spot. Her body flowed with the response, and he stroked a bit faster.

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