“Okay…I would like that,” she replies, easing her hand from my chest.
Dropping her gaze, her fingers fidget with one another, tugging on a hangnail that isn’t there. She has a genuine smile butoh, she is nervous. I need to nip whatever this is in the bud.
“What’s wrong Princess?”
Humming for a moment, she raises her worried eyes to mine. I can feel the hesitation radiating from her, it makes me bristle that something in her past has made her this unsure.
“Dolly? You can tell me anything,” I say.
Swallowing hard, she gives me the smallest of nods. Taking a breath, she readies herself.
“Ok. So. I’m…I’m not thatexperienced.”
Her reply doesn’t surprise me in the least.
“That’s not a bad thing, Princess. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to or are uncomfortable with. We don’t have to do anything at all. I need you to know that.”
Do I want to fuck her into oblivion? Of course I do, but I can’t treat her as I have the other women. She’s not trash, and she’s not a victim. I’m not letting the beast have her. I will let her set the pace. Even if it drives me insane.
“Thank you, I appreciate that Sutton…but I do want us to…you know…I guess I’m afraid that I will disappoint you. I don’t know how to do a lot of things,” she says.
Holding in a laugh, I try to keep my expression as empathetic as possible. As if her being inexperienced is a negative. On the contrary, I couldn’t be more pleased. I get to teach her and shape her into exactly what I want. I’ve hit the jackpot.
Lifting my hand to cup the side of her face, I do my best to calm her with a gentle touch.
“I promise you, you won't disappoint me. I’m a wonderful teacher,” I say, dropping my voice so it’s warm and deep. “Is there something you haven’t done that you would like to?”
Shuffling her weight from one foot to the other, Dolly pauses a moment. Straightening her posture, she gathers her strength to tell me her deepest desire. I’ll do whatever she wants, I don’t care what it is. It could be the most vile, depraved thing and I will do it with a smile on my face. I’ll enjoy it just as much as she will. I’ll make sure of it.
“I’ve never had a man pleasure me orally,” she admits.
Now this revelation does shock me.To my core.Eating pussy is my favorite thing to do. What kind of selfish, low-life losers has she been with?
“Never?” I ask.
Shaking her head, a look of disappointment flashes over her face. I can tell this has bothered her, but I think it riles me up even more. Well, I’m going to put an end to her sexual frustration. When I’m done with her, she’ll be begging for my tongue and cock at least five times a day.
“Do you want me to take you to the bedroom? Or would you like me to drop to my knees right here?”
Her light blue eyes widen in a combination of shock and excitement. Her nervous giggle fills my ears, making me grin. While it’s a precious sound, it’s edged in that damn hesitation. Iwant her to get to a point where she answers me without thinking, without second guessing herself or me. It will take time, but I will own her full trust.
“Princess? What would make you comfortable?” I ask, swiping the pad of my thumb over her cheek.
“I, uh…the bedroom? Please?”
Nodding my head, I drop my hand to take hers. Giving it a gentle squeeze, I lead her through my condo. This is the only time I’ve ever wished I lived in something smaller. Four-thousand feet of living space is a lot to traverse when you’re dying to dive in between the legs of an innocent goddess.
“Oh my god, is that…is that atheater?”she asks in awe.
Turning my head, I blink for a moment before I realize that having a theater room isn’t a normal occurrence in an average American’s home.
“It is. And later, once you’re completely satisfied, I’ll have room service deliver some popcorn and peanut M&M’s and we’ll watch Phantom of the Opera.”
Letting out an excited gasp, her grip tightens. I was hoping it was a favorite of hers. She added a few reels of Gerard Butler in his finest half-mask on her Instagram a few days ago. Seems as if I was right.
“I love that movie!” she exclaims.
Giving her a knowing wink, I turn the corner as we walk the last stretch to my Primary Suite. I’m not trying to rush oursteps, I know she’s taking in everything as we go. I catch her head turning in every direction in my peripheral vision and I start to feel a little selfish about pulling her to the bedroom, but not selfish enough to stop and give her a tour. I’m too hungry to stop now.
