. ‘You are ready, Sophia. Tru st me on that. I’ll take it slow.’
I look up. ‘Maybe ... if you take things very slowly. Maybe I could ... try.’
‘How many times have you had sex before?’ he asks.
Must he ask me questions like this? ‘ I haven’t kept count,’ I say. ‘But not a lot. Maybe five or six times. With my boyfriend at university.’
He nods, and looks pleased. ‘ There’s so much I can teach you .’ He takes my face in his hands. ‘Sophia, I’ll never hurt you or let anything happen to you. You’ll be safer with me than anyone, I guarantee that. But I will test you. I’ll challenge your boundaries , and help you explore new parts of yourself.’
I want to kiss him so badly. I feel myself leaning forwards, but he holds m y face firm.
‘I have to have a decision from you, Sophia. Can you accept what I have to offer? ’
‘I think I can ,’ I murmur. ‘I think I can try.’ I lie down on the bed, wishing I was wearing something sex ier than my pyjamas.
Marc stares at me, and h is jaw ripples again. He moves forwards, then stops himself. ‘ You’re sure about this? You want me to take charge of you?’
‘Yes,’ I say. ‘I think so .’
H e stands up and paces back and forth, watching me.
‘Take off your pyjamas .’
I slide the pink t-shirt over my head and slowly peel off my pyjama bottoms . Then I lie back in just my underwear – a white bra and panties.
‘It had to be white, didn’t it?’ he says .
He goes to the balcony and closes the curtains, then takes off his jeans and t-shirt. He’s wearing boxe r -briefs, and I see a hard outline pushing against the fabric. It’s huge.
‘Are you ready for your first lesson, Sophia?’ he says, coming to the foot of the bed. H e grabs both my ankles and flips me onto my stomach. Then he spreads my legs open, and I feel the flat of his palm moving back and forth between them .
‘ Oh ,’ I murmur into the pillow. ‘Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.’
‘I’ll stop if and when I feel like it,’ Marc whispers back. ‘ You’ll do what you’re told, and feel what I want you to feel. I’m in charge. ’
A shiver passes through me . Why is this so sexy? I can’t resist being carried along with the tide.
His hand carries on moving , and I feel heat building. Then he stops s uddenly .
‘Please don’t stop,’ I murmur.
He slaps me between the legs, and I jump.
Ow.
‘That’s a warning,’ he says. ‘Tell me what to do again, and I’ll teach you a real lesson.
Oh god.
He puts his hand back again and begins to rub.
Oh god, oh god.
‘I don’t want you to come yet. That’s an order. Not until I’m inside you.’
I feel the heat building, and I can’t help myself.
‘Oh Marc ,’ I say out loud. ‘Oh, that feels so good.’
The world turns into coloured spots, and a wave of pleasure flows over me from my navel to my legs.
I feel myself sink deeper into the bed. I hear Marc ’s footsteps, and then feel a duvet laid over my body.
Marc whispers in my ear. ‘I told you not to come. And Monday morning , I’m going to punish you.’
Oh good god. I’m not ready for anything like that. I’m really not.
‘Trust me, Sophia,’ says Marc , strokin g my hair. ’
I hear him stepping into his clothes, and I murmu r, ‘You’re not staying?’
‘I can’t stay here,’ Marc whispers, pressing the duvet around my body. ‘People can’t see me leave here in the morning . If we’re going to go down this road, I have to protect you, which means no one can know. We’re going to have to keep it a secret , at least for now. ’
‘I wish you could stay.’
‘So do I . Monday.’
‘But ...’ I realise it was Friday when I went to bed, and now technically it’s Saturday morning. ‘That’s two days away.’
‘Monday,’ he replies. With that, he’s gone.
Chapter 29
I wake the next morning from the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had, but with a sad feeling as I feel the cold sheets beside
I look up. ‘Maybe ... if you take things very slowly. Maybe I could ... try.’
‘How many times have you had sex before?’ he asks.
Must he ask me questions like this? ‘ I haven’t kept count,’ I say. ‘But not a lot. Maybe five or six times. With my boyfriend at university.’
He nods, and looks pleased. ‘ There’s so much I can teach you .’ He takes my face in his hands. ‘Sophia, I’ll never hurt you or let anything happen to you. You’ll be safer with me than anyone, I guarantee that. But I will test you. I’ll challenge your boundaries , and help you explore new parts of yourself.’
I want to kiss him so badly. I feel myself leaning forwards, but he holds m y face firm.
‘I have to have a decision from you, Sophia. Can you accept what I have to offer? ’
‘I think I can ,’ I murmur. ‘I think I can try.’ I lie down on the bed, wishing I was wearing something sex ier than my pyjamas.
Marc stares at me, and h is jaw ripples again. He moves forwards, then stops himself. ‘ You’re sure about this? You want me to take charge of you?’
‘Yes,’ I say. ‘I think so .’
H e stands up and paces back and forth, watching me.
‘Take off your pyjamas .’
I slide the pink t-shirt over my head and slowly peel off my pyjama bottoms . Then I lie back in just my underwear – a white bra and panties.
‘It had to be white, didn’t it?’ he says .
He goes to the balcony and closes the curtains, then takes off his jeans and t-shirt. He’s wearing boxe r -briefs, and I see a hard outline pushing against the fabric. It’s huge.
‘Are you ready for your first lesson, Sophia?’ he says, coming to the foot of the bed. H e grabs both my ankles and flips me onto my stomach. Then he spreads my legs open, and I feel the flat of his palm moving back and forth between them .
‘ Oh ,’ I murmur into the pillow. ‘Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.’
‘I’ll stop if and when I feel like it,’ Marc whispers back. ‘ You’ll do what you’re told, and feel what I want you to feel. I’m in charge. ’
A shiver passes through me . Why is this so sexy? I can’t resist being carried along with the tide.
His hand carries on moving , and I feel heat building. Then he stops s uddenly .
‘Please don’t stop,’ I murmur.
He slaps me between the legs, and I jump.
Ow.
‘That’s a warning,’ he says. ‘Tell me what to do again, and I’ll teach you a real lesson.
Oh god.
He puts his hand back again and begins to rub.
Oh god, oh god.
‘I don’t want you to come yet. That’s an order. Not until I’m inside you.’
I feel the heat building, and I can’t help myself.
‘Oh Marc ,’ I say out loud. ‘Oh, that feels so good.’
The world turns into coloured spots, and a wave of pleasure flows over me from my navel to my legs.
I feel myself sink deeper into the bed. I hear Marc ’s footsteps, and then feel a duvet laid over my body.
Marc whispers in my ear. ‘I told you not to come. And Monday morning , I’m going to punish you.’
Oh good god. I’m not ready for anything like that. I’m really not.
‘Trust me, Sophia,’ says Marc , strokin g my hair. ’
I hear him stepping into his clothes, and I murmu r, ‘You’re not staying?’
‘I can’t stay here,’ Marc whispers, pressing the duvet around my body. ‘People can’t see me leave here in the morning . If we’re going to go down this road, I have to protect you, which means no one can know. We’re going to have to keep it a secret , at least for now. ’
‘I wish you could stay.’
‘So do I . Monday.’
‘But ...’ I realise it was Friday when I went to bed, and now technically it’s Saturday morning. ‘That’s two days away.’
‘Monday,’ he replies. With that, he’s gone.
Chapter 29
I wake the next morning from the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had, but with a sad feeling as I feel the cold sheets beside
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