Page 111 of Blood Day: Part One

If she would only look into my eyes, she’d know exactly what I desired.

Alas, she stepped around behind me to clinically soap up my ass. No fondling. No lingering touches. Just Lily performing as she was told out of fear of doing the wrong thing.

Which, by nature, made her actions incorrect.

I caught her wrist as she reached around me to repeat the process with the front.

She was barely touching me, just going through the motions of rubbing soap against my skin. It wasn’t anything like the way she’d explored my legs or abs.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered.

I faced her, still holding her wrist.

My opposite hand went to her face, my fingers clasping her chin.

“Touch me the way you want to, Lily. Not to please me. But to please yourself. Explore. Stroke. Study me, Lily. Follow your instincts, not your training.”

I guided her hand back to my hip and released her wrist.

But I held her chin, wanting to read her emotions through her wide eyes.

Her throat worked as though she wanted to say something.

I waited.

She remained silent.

A sigh caught in my chest, the realization that I would need to end this game hitting me hard in the gut. All I wanted was for her to live a little. However, her fear of failure was holding her captive, making her question every—

Her fingertips twitched, cutting off my thoughts and seizing my focus.

What are you going to do?I asked with my eyes.

She drew her nails across my lower abdomen to the untouched skin below my belly button, the stroke teasingly light.

Then she ever so slowly ventured downward, tracing the thin line of hair down to the base of my shaft. Her pupils pulsated, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips. Then she gradually continued the movement along my length to the head. Just that tender drag of her fingertips.

I allowed her to see the desire in my gaze, the hunger for her to do more. To see how that light touch affected me. To understand how badly I wanted her.

Restraining myself while she explored was no easy feat.

But I did this for her.

A gift.

A way to apologize for confusing her. A way to show my gratitude for her bravery. A way to show how much her existence intrigued me.

I always took charge. However, tonight, I handed her the reins. To an extent, anyway. She needed to experience some control and seek her own enjoyment, to learn how tolive.

Her fingers wrapped around me, stroking just a little to test the boundaries. I allowed it only because I could scent her own responding arousal.

When I didn’t speak or push her away, she grew bolder, her opposite hand joining the other in her exploration. Her cleansing job was much more thorough now, her palms going everywhere and even reaching around to more properly touch my backside.

I forced her to maintain eye contact with me the whole time, demanding that she witness my reactions.

Her cheeks were pink, her breaths came in harsher pants, and her pulse thrummed alluringly. I gave her several minutes, allowing her to do whatever she desired.

Each passing moment heightened the sensual scent in the air, her arousal a beacon that made my mouth water for her.