Page 67 of Captured Desire

“Can you talk to me about this?” I pressed.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to think about it.”

I cleared my throat. “No, I’m not accepting that. You’re going to sit here on my lap and be a good girl for me and tell me what went wrong. Understood?”

That snapped her out of it. Eyes flashing, mumbling under her breath, she obeyed. Her soft body slid over mine as she climbed into my lap and laid her head back against my chest.

“That’s my girl,” I said gently. “Now, who told you that you would come from being fucked?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just assumed.”

“You masturbate sometimes though,” I mused. “You know that most of your pleasure comes from your clit.”

She chewed on her lip. “I…I don’t touch myself very much.”

“Why not?”

Her big eyes met mine in the mirrors surrounding the tub. She swallowed and tore her gaze from mine. There was so much shame and sadness in them.

“Because you were taught it was wrong,” I guessed.

She nodded once.

I kissed the top of her head. “That part of your body is for pleasure, whether from yourself or with someone else. It’s no one else’s business if you touch yourself. Stand up.”

Surprised, she rose. Her naked body stood over me, dripping soap and bubbles.

“Sit on the edge of the tub and spread your pussy so you can see it in the mirror,” I told her.

She shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Why? You’ve never seen your own pussy before?”

I’d meant it as a joke, but she blushed and I regretted my words instantly. I pulled her back down into the water with me.

“It’s okay,” I assured her. “And it’s normal for you not to come just from being fucked. I’d have been surprised if you did. Some women can come from having their G-spots stimulated, but the majority of women need their clitoris touched.”

“So…I could come from being fucked if I touched myself while you did it?” she whispered.

“Yes, I’m sure you can,” I said. “But expecting your body to go from zero to a hundred right away is just not realistic.”

She released a shaky sigh. “I think…after growing up being taught that sex was for men’s pleasure, I think I thought the opposite end of that was fireworks and rainbows for women.”

“Did you watch porn?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral.

She looked instantly guilty, but she managed a flushed nod. Poor girl, she’d had it ground into her so deeply that anything to do with her sexuality or desires was something to be ashamed of.

This was going to take time and patience.

But for her…I was willing to do that.

I turned her around and wrapped her silky thighs around my waist. She looked up at me earnestly. Like she was waiting for me to offer her absolution.

“Porn isn’t very realistic, Iris,” I said, struggling to find the right words. “Those women aren’t having multiple orgasms just from being fucked. It’s for show, no one really acts or looks like that in the bedroom.”

Her jaw worked. “Okay, that makes sense.”

She was too young to be this broken.

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