Page 17 of The Ties We Break

“Okay, it’s just a bit embarrassing to admit that I don’t know this stuff,” Belle explains, and as she catches sight of my cocky grin combined with an evil glint in my eye, she starts to squirm in her seat. I love the effect I have on her.

“Oh, Belle, by the time the auction comes around, I will have pushed you so far that you won’t be embarrassed by anything. I will teach you what makes your little pussy dripping wet and how to vocalise exactly what your body loves. I want you to grow in sexual confidence so that you can tell the auction winner exactly what you need when the time comes. It’s the only way I can be sure you will at least have a fun and safe experience.” My voice comes out a lot deeper and huskier than I was expecting, and given the way Belle begins to subtly wriggle about, it obviously affects her. I love that I turn her on; it will definitely help when it comes to finding out what makes her tick.

“Can you really do that? Can everyone…you know…orgasm?” she mumbles, a small amount of doubt creeping into her tone at the end.

I don’t know what Belle has done before, if she has fooled around with people, or even what she has done by herself, but clearly, she has never had an orgasm.

“Yes, Belle, you can have an orgasm. For some people, it can be difficult, and what works for one person won't work for the next. But, I have no doubt at all that I can make you come, multiple times. In fact, let’s start now. Since you haven’t looked at the paperwork, we will start simple. Strip naked.”

Isit there frozen, well aware that he just gave me an instruction, but I can’t seem to make my body move.

“Do not make me punish you already, Belle. Now strip. Stand up, imagine that you can hear music, and sway your hips just like you are dancing for me as you strip.” His words leave no room for argument, so I instantly jump up from the sofa.

I let his words soak in and allow his instructions to consume me. Taking a few short deep breaths, I slowly exhale before closing my eyes and imagining I can hear music in my head as I allow my body to move. Slowly, I begin to move my hips from side to side, allowing them to twist and turn as though I’m in a club, letting the beat of the music overwhelm me. Without overthinking, I tentatively begin to pull my top off. I keep my eyes firmly squeezed closed as I remove my shorts. I’m left in my lacey black lingerie set and my heels. When I finally open my eyes, they instantly meet Declan’s. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes my heart race. I must’ve been doing something right.

Standing in front of his roaming eyes, wearing just my bra and lacey panties set, I begin to feel insecure about all the parts of my body that he can see. I want to pull my hands up to try and cover myself, but I know that’s something he would disapprove of, so I settle for clasping my hands together in front and fiddling with my fingers in my typical nervous gesture. I know I haven’t entirely completed his request, but I need a moment to gather a bit more courage.

Declan stands up and slowly walks toward me. I freeze. I feel like prey caught in the path of a predator, and as he strides towards me, it really does look like he‘s captured his target. Standing in front of me, he purposefully drags his eyes over my body. My skin burns, almost like his gaze leaves a fiery trail as it follows his path. My whole body heats up and I feel my core blazing. How is he able to ignite me just through his stares alone?

He begins circling my body, and I have no choice but to stand and wait for him to finish his assessment. When he finally makes it full circle, to stand in front of me, he stares at me with those luscious blue eyes, and it’s too intense. I drop my gaze. Big mistake!

As my vision lowers, I instantly catch sight of the massive bulge that looks like it’s trying to burst free from his trousers. Wow, that is one large bulge.

Declan clears his throat to draw my attention back to him, and as I see his cocky smirk, a blush flows to my cheeks when I realise he’s caught me blatantly staring at his dick.

“You haven’t finished yet, beautiful.”

He’s so close, it feels even more personal when he speaks. So, just like before, I close my eyes and try to get into the same rhythm. But Declan’s stern voice interrupts my flow. “Open your eyes, beautiful. I want to see those big brown eyes as you expose yourself to me. Don’t overthink it, just do it.”

Taking in his words, I take a deep breath and open my eyes. I see Declan watch every little move I make, and fuck is it hot. I can see the slight changes in his posture as he shuffles his feet, the small bead of sweat on his brow, and the bobbing of his Adam’s apple in between biting the inside of his bottom lip. I don’t need to look at his hard cock to know what I’m doing is turning him on, and that knowledge kind of empowers me.

I have to complete my task, so I pull from the little bits of confidence I have just gained and try my best to bring the man in front of me to his knees. I can’t believe how amazing it feels to know I can turn him on just by the way I move my body. So that’s exactly what I do. Maintaining eye contact, I sway and roll my hips as I reach back and unclip my bra.

I quickly remove my bra and move onto my panties, dropping them both to the side. My heart races, and I can feel my chest rising and falling rapidly. This is the first time I’ve ever been fully naked in front of anyone, and I can feel him taking in the swell of my breasts and the bareness of my pussy. He appears to be breathing rapidly, clearly as affected by me as I am him.

Waiting patiently, I try not to let my anxiety overwhelm me as I await my next instruction.

“Sit on the sofa,” Declan demands. His voice is so deep and husky that it ripples through me, and I waste no time doing as I’m told.

Sitting on the sofa, I subtly try to clamp my legs together to help maintain a bit of dignity, but Declan has other thoughts. Pulling a dining room chair from next to the table, he sits it in front of me so we’re almost at eye level. Fuck, he loves the whole eye contact thing. I think a part of him is trying to scare me off, to make me realise I’m so far out of my depth, but there’s no way I’m giving up. I can’t deny that this whole scenario has my body jittering with nerves. I’m trying my hardest not to start jigging my leg up and down, which is what I usually do when I’m nervous. But I’m a little too naked for that right now.

Despite knowing he’s trying to test me, I hold my own. I need to learn this stuff and am determined to do whatever’s needed. Plus, he’s obviously activated some primal urge within me because fuck do I want to jump on his lap and lick him. What the hell is wrong with me?

The cold sensation of Declan’s hands on my knees pulls me out of my head, and with our gazes locked, he begins to guide my legs apart gently. Even though I know I have to obey him, I have never been this exposed before, and my timid side is saying, ‘not a chance in hell, mate.’ But, Declan doesn’t give up easily, instead choosing to move the placement of his hands, and before I know it, he manhandles me until my legs are open, knees bent, and my feet are placed on the sofa. This position feels decidedly more intense, and as I try to pull my knees together in a veiled attempt at retaining some of my dignity, Declan pulls them open with a growl.

“Leave them open, Belle,” he warns, and I can hear the threat in his voice. So despite being terrified and a little embarrassed by how exposed I am, I wait.

For the longest time, Declan just sits there, leaning back and relaxing in his dining chair, almost like someone chilled out in front of the television. Except, it’s clear he’s assessing every part of my body. Those normally sparkling blue eyes have lost nearly all their colour, the pupil’s so large it almost looks obsidian. His gaze trails over my body, heating as it goes, and I feel so self-conscious that he might be able to see how wet he’s making me.

“No matter how much I really fucking want to, I'm not going to touch you tonight. We have both had some drinks, and I never play after having more than one drink. Also, you need to look over and sign all the paperwork. But, I have to know how wet you are right now, Belle,” he growls, leaning forward slightly with his gaze fixed on my exposed pussy.

“Er…I–I—”

Before I can stutter enough to form a real word, Declan stops me. “No words, show me. Scrape your finger through your pussy lips, along your slit, and then show it to me.”

Did he just say what I think he did?

“Now, Belle,” he states, his voice firm and authoritative.

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