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“You want me to suck you off?” Shelby starts to shake again. She scrambles away from me and curls herself into a tight ball on the bed. Her knees tucked up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. “I’m not a prostitute. Just because my mother is doesn’t mean I am as well. You can’t make me do that. I won’t do it. Please. If you must punish me, do it in a different way. Beat me. Just don’t make me do that.”
I have no intention of making Shelby do that. I was just going to inspect the result of Cecilia’s ministrations, currently hidden under the dressing gown Shelby is wearing. I don’t intend to touch her, and I don’t want her to touch me either.
She’s knocked me sideways with her fear and the way she speaks about oral sex. She would rather be beaten than give a blow job. My fingers instantly cover the ring that was once my mother’s. I stroke it to give me comfort and temper down the migraine threatening to erupt. I know the problems Lena had with sex as a result of what her father did to her. I never expected Shelby to have developed similar fears from living with a prostitute. My father did put her in the right situation to keep her pure after all.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” I question, softening my expression this time.
She shakes her head, informing me she hasn’t.
“Why would I want to? Sex is all about a man’s pleasure, not a woman’s.”
“Shelby, give me your hand.” I hold my hand out to her, and she hesitantly places hers in mine. “I want you to make yourself comfortable on the bed. Keep yourself covered. Then I want you to take this hand, and placing your fingers on your pussy, I want you to stroke your sex. Run your fingers between the lips, and find the place that makes you feels good.”
She shakes her head, no.
“Yes. Do it. What else did Lena tell you about me?”
“She told me that you’ll make me your princess. That you only want to make me happy.”
“Lena talks too much,” I reply. Then I do something completely out of character—I let go of Shelby’s hand and turn around, so I’m no longer facing her. “Do as I ask, Shelby.”
I feel the bed behind me shift, and I hear Shelby run her hand over the silk covering of her robe. It’s a quiet sound, barely audible, but I hear and even sense it. My cock hardens in my pants. Damn.
“What do you feel like?” I ask, desperate to know.
“It feels strange. Wet.” Shelby exhales a deep breath. “It feels good. Surely that’s wrong.”
“What were my first words to you last night?”
“You must warm it up first. It makes the experience more pleasurable for both people.” Shelby’s breath quickens.
“Yes, that’s right. You’ve never touched yourself there before, so you don’t know how good it feels. You’ve never loved your body. I know you think sex is only about pleasing the man, but it isn’t. It’s also about the woman’s pleasure. Push a finger inside yourself, Shelby. Feel your body. Learn all about it.”
My voice has turned gravelly with my own arousal. I want nothing more than to grab my cock and throttle it, but I’ll not touch myself in front of Shelby. This is all about her. That doesn’t stop me from turning my heard to face where Shelby is lying on the bed, though. Her eyes go wide when she sees me, and she stops the rhythmic movement of her hand.
I shake my head, no, and she starts to touch herself again. I can’t see anything other than the movement of her hand under her robe. Licking my lips, I watch the moment she slips a finger inside herself. She bites down on her lip and undulates her hips. The gown slips open slightly. It’s dangerously close to giving me a view of what’s happening underneath it, but tantalizingly the gap is not wide enough.
“Go faster,” I order.
My eyes meet hers and capture her in my attention.
“It feels so good,” she moans in pleasure.
“Faster,” I repeat, my gaze not leaving hers.
“It’s too good.” Shelby moans breathlessly. “I have to stop. I can’t do this. I can’t…”
“You can’t what?”
“I can’t.”
“Tell me, Shelby. What can’t you do?” I question.
“It’s wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong with this. Let go of your fear, Shelby. It’s your body, and your pleasure. Embrace it. Learn it. Love it,” I urge, knowing she is getting close.
With that reassurance, she throws her head back, and her body erupts into the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever seen. Her body shudders, and moans of pleasure fly from her lips. I drink it all in.
