Page 14 of Monster's Naughty List
“Stop going back and forth between my name and ‘baby girl’. You’re giving me whiplash,” I snapped. The truth was, I ached for the intimacy that came along with the pet name he’d given me.
His fingers left my chin and lifted to cup my cheek, “Okay, baby girl.” Before I could stop myself, I was leaning into his touch and closing my eyes in bliss. Now this…this felt right.
“Do you feel that satisfaction coursing through you right now, baby girl?” he murmured, bringing a ghost of a smile to my lips at the use of the nickname once more.
“Yes.”
“This is part of the process,” he explained, with a softness I hadn’t originally thought him capable of. “This is about finding what satisfies you and makes your heart sing as well, and right now…” he trailed off, “your heart feels at home.”
I’d thought he could only feel lust and sexual desires, but I was beginning to question that because every word he said rang true. This felt so damn right that I was scared to fall into it with open arms, hoping he’d be there to catch me. I already knew no man could make me feel what these three monsters had inspired within me tonight. So, who could possibly fill their spot when they left at the end of all this?
Then, Oz went and reminded me he was still that cheeky Algeah I was coming to adore as he lowered his lips to my ear and said, “That was the equivalent of a mental orgasm. You’re welcome.”
A true laugh slipped from my lips, and I found myself more at ease now in his presence. I’d felt safe in his embrace, and a kernel of trust had appeared between us, allowing my body to take a deep breath and exhale the nerves.
I had the answer to my vital question. I was ready to step into this process with an open mind and heart. It was time to leave this version of Tinsley in the past. The version that had lived to make other people happy, forgetting the one person I should have taken care of this whole time—me.
As much as I hated to admit it, even if they left me at the end of this, I knew I’d come out of the experience a better version of myself. I’d pick myself up, and I’d live my life as a happier, more satisfied woman.
I didn’t want them to go, but I had to remind myself that I could be complete without them. Giving the responsibility of providing that resolution to somebody else would never end well. I’d read once that, to be in love, you had to first love yourself, and I was so ready to fall in love with me.
“Do you think you can remove your outer layers of clothing from obstructing my access to your skin?” he asked, and my heart thudded.
Without speaking, I nodded, and he immediately moved to stand at the edge of the bed, giving me space to do as he’d asked. His back was to me as I removed my shirt and pants, quickly folding them and placing them on top of my dresser. I was left in my black boy shorts and plain black bra. Nothing fancy about it, and that had been on purpose.
When I had picked them out, I’d forced myself to not choose something I thought they’d like if they saw it because, at the time, I had been lying to myself. Thinking that I didn’t want them to eventually see what I had on beneath my pajamas.
How I had so quickly buried how much I had loved Del and Rez seeing my breasts as Oz had sucked on them was beyond me. Looking back, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Everything okay, baby girl?” Oz asked at the sound of my soft amusement.
Humming my answer, I crossed to stand at the edge of the bed next to him and asked, “What now?”
His eyes raked over me, and suddenly, I realized it didn’t matter what I had on beneath my clothes. The way he worshiped my body with his eyes and the groan that I heard him choke on were proof that I didn’t need to do anything to impress him. He wanted me as I was, and that made my confidence skyrocket.
Clearing his throat, he directed me. “I want you to lie face down near the edge of your bed and close your eyes.” I did as he instructed, getting comfortable on top of the soft cream duvet. Once I was settled, he said, “I need you to know that this is a safe place for you to explore, but there is no pressure to respond in any way other than how your body naturally will.”
Was he trying to infer that I didn’t need to fake an orgasm?
“Okay,” I murmured against the pillow beneath my cheek, closing my eyes and welcoming this process.
“We are going to learn the language your body speaks,” he explained, his voice coming closer, and I felt his fingers gently caress the back of my arm as they trailed up to push my hair to the side, leaving my skin pebbling from the cold wind of the ceiling fan whooshing above us.
“Take a deep breath,” he commanded, and I immediately did as he said. His fingers left my body, and I fought the urge to open my eyes to see what he was doing, feeling on edge at not hearing his voice or feeling his touch.
Moments later, I felt the tip of his finger—which was once more lengthened to the sharp dagger—trail against the bottom of my foot, making me shiver at the sensation. His pace was so slow it felt like agony as he traced the back of my heel and up my calf. It felt like a wake of fire was left in the path he took, and my body already felt more alive in his touch than it ever had before.
Every nerve was awoken as he moved the tip of his finger to the sensitive back of my knee, and I shivered in delight. “Good,” he praised, and my skin pebbled as he worked his way over the inside of my thigh and up towards the spot that ached so badly. I had never thought such a simple caress could light my body up so easily, but I couldn’t deny that I felt hyper sensitive and close to begging him to give me what I needed.
My breath hitched as he stopped for a brief moment just beneath my ass and admitted, “The way your body responds to me makes me so close to losing the control I always have.”
I knew I was literally poking the beast with my next words, but I wasn’t afraid.
“So lose control.”
I couldn’t even blame him for the bold words that escaped my mouth. He hadn’t used his powers on me, so this was apparently my unfiltered mouth under the control of my own lust. Perhaps I had two personalities. Shy, reserved, Tinsley and sassy, sexual, baby girl.
No, that’s just you trying to hide behind a facade and not owning up to what you truly want.
