Page 29 of Shattered Diamonds

“On the contrary. I think you would exceed her beauty.”

She snorts her disbelief.

I step up behind her once again. “Your vulnerability would show through the eroticism of the image, only making it more alluring to the viewer or the aggressor of the art.”

She stares at the picture a moment longer and then shuffles her feet to the next image. A woman on her knees in bondage is spared no mercy with her arms captured and seized by a leather strap, stretched out in front of her to unnatural lengths while her ass is in the air and on full display.

She stays silent. So do I as I follow her to the next image. Before she can turn back to me at the last display, I walk into the next room, leaving her to linger on her own. Her small steps are hesitant, but after a few moments, she follows.

Good girl.

“I’m staring at animals in a way I never thought I would. Do you not find that disturbing?”

“It’s nature. At least they are unapologetic in their needs.”

“They don’t know better. They’re animals.” She scoffs.

“Are you saying a threesome would never exist in your world?”

“I’m saying I feel like I just walked in on an Animal Planet episode.”

I have to chuckle at that.

“Have you ever?” She gestures towards the display of three fornicating animals.

“Have I ever participated in a sexual act with more than one person?”

“Don’t play games. You know what I’m asking.” She side eyes me.

“How about yourself?”

“Not willing to answer the question I assume?”

“Not sure you can handle the answer.” I grasp her elbow and walk her into the next room.

“Your sex life is not for me to handle, Mr. Carbone.”

“Then why ask?”

“Curiosity, I suppose.” She stops short when she sees every color, size, and shape of dildos mounted on the wall.

I step up behind her and slowly finger my way into her dress, grasping the exposed skin of her hips. She stiffens but relaxes after a moment. “Ever use one?” I whisper next to her ear.

She stays silent.

“Tell me, if you had to choose, which one would you pick to use on yourself?” Her breathing picks up as her hips shift in my hands. “Show me which one you have at home hidden beneath your bed.”

“I d-don’t...” I visibly see her throat bob with her swallow.

“When you touched yourself. Felt the inner lining of your cunt throb when you came on your fingers, who were you thinking about?”

Her audible gasp at my word usage makes my lips twitch. Her breath is a shudder of unsure excitement. I pull my hand from inside her ripped dress and slide my fingers up the curve of her waist and rest them on her bare shoulders. My thumbs play in the curled hair at the nape of her neck while my fingers caress the skin at the center of her collarbone. It’s a position of power and she has yet to remove herself from my touch.

“Touch one.”

“What? No.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

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