I wince. “Don’t get carried away. This is a two-week experiment. I’m not keeping Sabine. I’m helping her grow.”
Roman’s voice is serious when he speaks again. “Listen, I know that’s what you’ve convinced yourself, Sabine, and all of the rest of us, but I want you to have an open mind. Don’t box yourself in. You might miss a truly amazing opportunity if you refuse to acknowledge what’s right in front of you.”
I draw in a slow breath. Roman might be right, but I’m not ready to consider the possibility yet.
After tossing and turning most of the night, I give up the battle at six o’clock and pad quietly into Sabine’s room. The sun is already seeping through the blinds, giving me enough light to see that she’s awake.
She smiles at me as I sit on the edge of her bed. She looks so fucking cute buried under the fluffy white comforter. Her hair is down and splayed around the pillow. I reach for a lock of it and let it run through my fingers.
“The pigtails were hurting my scalp, Sir. I hope you don’t mind that I took them out.”
“Of course not, little one. I should have thought of that last night.” I cup her cheek, my cock jumping when she tips her face into my palm.
“I couldn’t sleep any longer,” she murmurs.
“I put you to bed too early,” I acknowledge. “Did you sleep well, though?”
“Yes, Sir.” She lowers her gaze before continuing. “Eventually. You left me extremely aroused.”
I slide my hand to hers and hold her fingers. “That was the goal. Do you think you can be a good girl today? I’d rather end the day making you come so hard that you scream instead of leaving you hanging.”
I love the flush that creeps up her face, and I have the sudden urge to see if that red splotchy skin extends to any other part of her this morning. I’ve thought of nothing but her smooth gorgeous skin since I left her last night.
After lifting her small hand above her head, I press it into the pillow and then do the same with her other hand. Without a word, I tug the comforter and sheet down her body. Her nightgown is covering her. She’s even tugged it under her bottom.
When I set my hand on her thigh and rub up and down, she whimpers. I love that sound. The sound of arousal. The sound that verifies she’s turned on by our roleplaying. It’s a reminder that I’m doing the right things.
I reach for the hem of her nightgown with both hands and drag it up her body until it’s balled up around her neck.
She shudders as goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her thighs are pressed together.
I dance my fingers over her nipples, loving the way they instantly respond by pebbling. Her small breasts are so sexy. As I glide my fingertips down her belly, it hollows.
I shift my weight slightly, moving farther down her body, before picking up her closest leg, lifting it, and bringing her foot around my waist. I’m impressed that she has let her muscles relax enough for me to open her pussy up like this without having to reprimand her.
With one hand, I press her other thigh wider. With my other hand, I part her folds, loving the scent of her and the way she glistens with arousal.
She gasps, and her body jerks when I stroke a finger through her folds.
“My little girl wakes up horny.”
She tips her head back and moans.
I push the hood back from her clit and circle it with the tip of my finger.
Her moan deepens. Music to my ears. I want to lower my face and suck her into my mouth. I won’t. Not this morning. Not yet. But God, I want to. Instead, I’m going to watch her come alive for me as I give her a taste of what it means to be a good girl in my house. I want her to fully grasp the benefits.
“If you can lie very still for me, baby girl, and keep your hands above your head, I’ll bring you pleasure with my fingers. Can you do that?”
She nods vigorously. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice squeaks.
“Good girl.” I flick her clit several times, watching as her mouth drops open and she stops breathing. She’s so expressive when she’s aroused. I wasn’t wrong about her flush, either. The red on her cheeks extends down her chest.
I set one hand on her belly to keep her still as I ease a finger into her pussy. She’s damn tight. So damn tight. “When was the last time you had sex, baby girl?”
She moans before blinking. “It’s been over a year,” she whispers.
No wonder. I add a second finger and scissor them inside her, loving how her face tightens. Her pink nipples rise as she tries not to move but still manages to arch her chest a bit.
I thrust deeper, watching her face as she sucks in a breath and fists her hands in the pillow above her head. I tease her like this for several minutes, nearly removing my fingers and then pressing them deep over and over. Not giving her enough. Making her climb to the peak before I finally set my thumb on her clit and rub the swollen nub.
Her breath hitches, and then her body stiffens and she comes hard around my fingers. It’s so damn sexy watching her shatter. Her body jerks, and quick little sounds come out of her mouth with every pulse of her release.
I gauge her closely, knowing the precise moment I need to remove my thumb from her clit and ease my fingers out of her tight warmth. I bring them to my mouth and suck them one at a time while she blinks at me.
Her body sinks into the mattress, sated, warm, pink, sexy.
When I’m done sucking my fingers, I brace myself on both sides of her
