“Like it?” he asked, bemused.
“I do.” I leaned back to wait for what would happen next.
I didn’t think about what would come next. I didn’t need to know. I turned my rational brain off to leave my mind open to what we would do, which heightened all my senses. I trusted him to not hurt me or make me look or feel foolish. It was my own form of submission, and to me, it was exhilaration at its very best.
Daniel sat up, his hands on my knees, pulling my legs apart to look at me. Just look. I fought the urge to close my legs, because it felt strange to have someone staring at my private places, but after a moment, it felt utterly powerful to hold someone’s fascination that way, just by being a woman. After a moment, he eased off the clothespin and put it on the bed. Then he turned his attention back to me.
I watched Daniel’s face as he looked in wonder, as if it was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen, the first one he’d seen (ha, like that would be true!). At last, he ran his fingers down the inside of my legs and lightly touched me. I let out a groan, which I worried sounded weird, but it was too late to care. He used his middle finger to press my clit, without moving; the pressure was unbearable. I fought the urge to buck my hips and start a rhythm. He moved his fingers down to my very wet place, grazing it, then held his fingers up and licked them.
I let out another moan. I couldn’t help but lift my hips up, trying to get to his face if he wasn’t going to bring it down to me.
“Stop,” Daniel leaned away, sitting back on his heels on the bed. “What did I say about moving?”
“You said don’t.”
“That’s right,” he sighed, looking down at me in a way I could only describe as amused. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
“I’ll try.”
“Shush,” he said, running his hand down my forehead to close my eyes. “Relax.”
That was impossible. My whole body felt on edge, tingling, with all the sensations centered on my pulsating, clamped clit.
He took out his phone and took pictures of my spread-open legs. I wanted to be on display for him. It excited me that Daniel might look at the photos and get turned on by my intimate places. He might have control, but I felt powerful.
“They’re private, just for us,” he said when I opened my eyes.
“OK.”
So now we had another secret.
Then he bent down and used his teeth to ease the clothespin off my skin, releasing the blood flow, bringing in a rush of heat, the sensation washing so fully over my body that I knew if I touched myself, I would immediately orgasm.
Daniel made me wait. And wait. And wait. I felt myself becoming more wet under his steady gaze.
I wanted his tongue, but instead, he used his fingers to stroke just inside the lips of my very wet entryway, the spot that throbs under the friction of a thrusting penis. Instead of rubbing the spot, he flicked it with his fingers, flicking, flicking.
“You have a really big squirter,” Daniel said, clearly admiring it.
I knew what squirting was, but honestly thought it wasn’t something that could happen to me. Wasn’t it just pee that shot out? But as Daniel kept flicking the nub of nerves, it became harder and hot and as sensitive as my clit.
My breathing became heavy and I began to pant. I wanted to move my hips toward his fingers but didn’t dare move, because that might make him stop. After a glorious few minutes, I pulled my own knees frantically open and warm liquid sprayed out of me, a small gush, an arc right into the air.
Daniel gave a light, satisfied laugh.
“Good girl.”
“Holy crap,” I said. “What was that?”
“That was squirting, honey, and you did it very well for a first-timer.”
“Did I pee on you?”
Daniel laughed harder. “No, I didn’t make you pee. I made you come.”
“I thought coming only happened with my clit.”
“Well now you know,” Daniel looked down at me, clearly amused. “I’ll make you come many ways, over and over, until you don’t know where the orgasms are coming from.”
I closed my eyes and shuddered. No one had ever said anything like that before; no one had been that confident. I loved that he never hesitated. He knew exactly what he was doing. No fumbling around like guys often do, uncertain and nervous. I felt more relaxed, knowing he was in charge.
He placed the two clothespins down on my nightstand.
“You’re such a newbie, my Jess,” Daniel said. “What did you do when you were married? Missionary?”
I chose not to answer that. I had been in two consecutive marriages in which the sex had fizzled out. Then I had some mishaps along the way. I’d had plenty of sex with Hudson before he broke my heart. But I hadn’t been ready for this kind of adventure until Daniel found me. Now it seemed I would be open to just about anything.
“Next time I’m going to tether your wrists to keep your hands over your head, and tie your legs open,” Daniel said. “You’re going to like it, a lot, my sweet AriesGurl.”
I knew he was right. I believed him. I trusted him. It was my pleasure to hand over control.
75
“What’s up with you lately?” Eddie asked a week later, over an early sushi dinner.
“What do you mean?” I asked, blowing on my green tea.
“For one thing, you never call anymore, and when I call you, you’re always busy.”
“Work has been busy, and I’m trying to hit the gym more often.”
“Right, work and gym. Then why do you seem different?” I dribbled a bit of cold rice down my chin. “What’s
