Page 75 of A Lesson In Beginning

With kisses peppered along the tender flesh of my thighs, he allowed me a moment’s reprieve.

“Do you trust me?” His voice barely broke through my pleasure-addled mind. I looked down, his eyes peeking up above my sex, hair mussed by my passion-crazed fingers.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” My tongue felt dry, words long forgotten by my brain as I simply nodded my consent. “Good. Stay right there. Just like that. Don’t move a single muscle.”

As he jumped from the bed, racing towards the closet, I doubted if I truly could have moved, even if I had tried. He had left me limp and dazed, simply trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Moments later, he returned, a strange object in hand.

“What is that?” I managed to mutter the words, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.

“Sit up and take a sip of water for me, wi — er, love.” He helped me up, setting the item on the bed as he handed me a bottle of water that seemed to appear out of nowhere. After my mouth had been wet and no longer felt like sandpaper, he continued. “This is a magic wand. It’s a vibrating sex toy.”

My eyes popped open wide.

“Oh.”

“We discussed using toys, and you mentioned it would be alright to use vibrating ones.” He reached over to the bedside, where an outlet was installed into the furniture. Handy.

Plugging it in, he held the soft, rubbery head of it to the palm of my hand. I could feel his gaze on me as he pressed a button.

“Mercy!” I shrieked, pulling my hand back as the buzzing sound filled the room, and the thing vibrated against my palm with an intensity I had not been expecting.

“Do you trust me?”

“You want to put that… on me?” I gulped audibly, and he chuckled.

“Oh, fuck yes, I do.”

“Alright, I trust you.” I was hesitant, but so far, Joel had not led me astray once. I vaguely recalled a similar-looking toy used on the woman in the scene we had watched together, but the memory was faded, blurred by the pleasure we had already shared this evening.

He kissed me, and I melted under his lips. Pushing me back onto the bed, he pushed my arms above my head.

“You remember the rule?” I nodded at his gentle reminder and interlaced my fingers once more. If it had been difficult to keep my hands stationary before, now it would likely be impossible.

He slid between my thighs again, making himself comfortable on his stomach as he opened my folds again, this time slick with my own wetness. His tongue flicked from my opening clear up to my clit.

“Christ, I could get drunk on your nectar.”

“I could get — OH MERCY!” I nearly screamed as the buzzing toy pressed against my clit. My eyes popped open and my hands immediately reached down to remove the item of their own volition, so intense was the sensation.

“Hands up! Be good for me!” His barked orders hit home, and I forced myself to obey through the onslaught of new feelings. Every muscle in my body tensed as he worked me quickly back into a frenzy of need.

With small circling motions, he rocked the head of the toy against me, pushing me towards orgasm faster than ever before.

I couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t do anything but feel as the orgasm began to crest, and then —

Nothing.

“What?!” I nearly sobbed with frustration as he chuckled so sinisterly and seductively.

“Pleasure can be torture, love. And torture can be pleasure. Let me show you.”

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