Page 137 of Doubts & Fears

“Tell me, baby girl, do you masturbate?”

“No, Sir.” Panic surged through me, but I tried to keep the fear at bay.

“Kinsley, masturbation is completely normal. You know that, right?” He caressed my face. I had to look away because he was trying to hold my gaze so he could read me. He was too good at it.

“Yes, Sir, I know.” I said the words, but my voice trembled. He grabbed my face in both of his hands and forced me to look at him.

“You don’t have to use it. It’s there in case you find my sweet little pussy wet and needy. And you are free to use it if I’m not here to assist you. Like the last time we slept together. Do you remember how needy you were?”

He took the bag and put it on the bathroom counter. I threw my arms around him, and he rubbed my back. “I remember,” I breathed. He wasn’t lying. I was so hot that night that I used his bare leg to pleasure myself.

“If you had a little toy…” He slipped his finger between my robe and said, “So fucking wet and ready. You could have played with this while I was away, and then you would have been fast asleep and not so frustrated when I came home.”

“But I like it when one of you does it,” I whimpered.

“I know you do, and it fucking drives me crazy that you crave my fingers on your sweet body.”

“Don’t forget your mouth, Nik. I love your mouth on me. I’ve even dreamed about your mouth on me there,” I breathed, putting my hand over his before kissing him boldly.

He growled and moved his fingers. “Go lay in bed. I’m going to show you exactly what you can do with that little toy in your travel bag.” He pushed me toward the bed.

I quickly obeyed, knowing it would make him smile. A part of me fought back my nervousness. I wanted more. But a vibrator, I didn’t think I’d be able to do that. He came over to the bed. I was sitting on the duvet, nervously twisting the belt on my robe around my fingers, thinking about how to tell him.

“Stand up now,” he snapped.

Shit, I forgot. I darted up and stood directly in front of him. Legs shoulder-width apart, my eyes lowered, and my hands clasped in front of me. My heart beat frantically. Was he going to punish me?

“Were you sitting on my bed in clothes?” he asked me firmly. Thankfully, I didn’t sense anger behind his question.

“I forgot, Sir,” I whispered, trying not to sound scared, which I failed at.

“You don’t need to be scared of me. I’ll never hurt you, ever. Look at me, please.” All the air left my lungs. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, meaning it, and another brick fell from the wall I had erected so long ago. He wouldn’t hurt me like the Mask or the Collector. None of them would.

“Good. Now, for clarification, what’s my number one rule?”

“Naked in your bed,” I boasted. I loved it, and I vowed not to forget it again.

“Such a good girl. I’ll forgive you this time. You’re nervous, even though you don’t need to be. Do you?”

“No, Sir,” I whispered.

“Good, now take your robe off.”

Somewhere in the space of minutes or seconds, we turned a corner. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would get what I wanted. And I wanted nothing more than to have him between my legs on his nights, and the same for Ivan and Alek.

I was lightheaded. It wouldn’t be tonight, but soon. A hint of promise shone in his eyes. I slipped the robe off and took the hand he offered. My nipples were so hard, they ached, and my pussy was wet in anticipation of his fingers.

“I think I approve of your idea of showering and bathing in my bathroom. I’ll ensure that you have everything you need to come in here straight from dinner to my bed.”

His fingers traveled down between my breasts, and I drew in a big breath.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said with a shiver.

“Get in bed, please.”

The cool sheet met my skin as I scrambled between the covers, feeling everything under the sun. I was both excited and nervous at the same time. He may not have known it, but I was about to test him in a big way.

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