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After he found out what noises she made when she came.
“Once he’s settled, come sit on the bed.”
Lena obeyed, leading an unhappy Hero to the studio’s bathroom. “Stay,” she murmured to the dog through the hollow wood door. The dog whined as she crossed the room, selected one of the chairs from the two-­person table, and positioned it in front of the door.
“In case he tries to break out,” she said.
“Good thinking,” he said. “Tomorrow, I’ll fix the lock.”
Lena walked over to the bed and sat, every muscle in her body visibly tense. She might as well have been settling into the dentist’s chair.
“You don’t have to do this now,” she said. “We can go out first.”
“Lena, right now, ” he said, his voice low. “I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars and then I’ll feed you.”
“You do this for all your dates?” she asked, her tone laced with sarcasm, her gaze fixed on the toy in his hands.
“No. Now close your eyes.” The lights were off in the small space, but the late afternoon/early evening sunlight poured in through the windows. And he welcomed it, wanting to see her and gauge her reactions. “I’m not going to touch you yet. I promise.”
“OK.” Eyes closed, her shoulders relaxed.
He stood in front of her, out of reach, but close enough that she could hear every word as he turned the vibrator over in his hand. “I’m not going to lay a hand on you tonight, Lena. But I’d like to finish what we started. I want to watch your beautiful face as you come, see your body bend and arch from the pleasure. And I want to know I brought you there, even if I have to do it with a toy between us.
“Tell me no, tell me to stop if it is too much, and I will. But right now, I want you to keep your eyes closed and lift your skirt. I want you to tease me with your long legs, beautiful.”
Eyes closed, head tilted back, her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress, slowly drawing it higher.
“That’s it. Draw it out, make me want you,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her bare skin. “Tonight. Right now. This is for you. But know that I want you, Lena. Looking at you, the thought of giving you pleasure, hearing you cry out, it all makes me hard.
“Now lift your hips,” he ordered. “I want your skirt at your waist.”
Lena rocked back on her elbows, her hips lifting high off the bed, her breasts thrust upward as her body formed a plank. That position—­fuck—­if only he could toss the toy aside and run his hands up her legs, touching and exploring her.
“Like this?” she asked, lowering her hips to the bed, her long skirt hiding the curve of her slim waist. Her soft voice, devoid of fear, told him she was with him. Ready. Wanting.
“Yeah. Like that.” His gaze narrowed in on her white lacy underwear. “Did you wear those for me? Hoping I’d catch a glimpse under your skirt?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Good answer. Now slip them off.”
Raising her hips again, she wiggled the slip of lace off, kicking her panties away. Naked from the waist down, she leaned back on her elbows, her knees pressed together and her eyes closed.
Kneeling at her feet, he pressed a button and the vibrator moved in his hand, shaking and rotating. “Spread your legs, Lena. Let me see you. Spread them wide.”
“Chad—­”
“Take your time. I’m not going to touch you. Not with my hands. I just want to look at you. See if you’re wet and ready. If you are, then, beautiful, I’m going to tease you with your new toy, let you feel the movement, waiting until you want more, until you ask for more,” he said, spelling out his game plan, hoping to dispel her fears—­and turning himself on in the process.
Slowly, her thighs parted, her feet heel-­toeing apart. And, oh yeah, she was wet and ready.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Lena.” He inched closer, still on his knees. Fighting the urge to press his hands against her and bury his face between her spread legs, he touched the vibrator against her right thigh. She gasped, her back arching, her ass pressing into the bed as her legs moved together.
“Easy, Lena,” he murmured, mesmerized by her movements. He couldn’t remember ever taking a seduction this slow, watching his partner’s desire unravel piece by piece. It might be unusual, but it sure as hell worked for him. His cock agreed, pressing against his fly.
“Keep your legs apart,” he said. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she said, obeying his instructions, her knees falling open again. He rewarded her, slowly moving the toy up her thigh until the rotating head was poised at her entrance. Running the tip over her, up and down, gently at first, and then with the slightest pressure, he teased her. He learned where she liked to be touched, listening to her moan as the vibrator toyed with her clit before moving lower.