Page 38 of Broken & Bound

She let out a long breath and answered quickly, “Yes, Sir.”

This time, her tone was sincere. Introducing her to sex somehow unleashed an animal. It was cute, the way she constantly wanted to touch me at all times now. She was completely clueless. I released my cock, satisfied that I’d given it enough attention. It didn’t ache as bad.

Leaning in, I brushed her hair back off her shoulder and let my fingers linger there for a moment. Fuck, I’d never get tired of how silky the strands were. She went still beneath my touch, sighing contently. Every ounce of my attention narrowed to the woman before me.

The faint scent of her perfume wrapped around me, causing my pulse to kick hard against my ribs. I traced the curve of her shoulder as she trembled. My hand slid to the side of her neck. I felt her swallow. Saw the movement travel down her throat.

The realization that she was still nervous made me soften immediately. God, I loved this woman. I lowered my head and pressed a kiss against her shoulder. Then another. Each one unhurried. This gave her time to think, to change her mind. When I finally reached her ear, I paused.

My lips hovered there for a heartbeat as I drew in a slow breath. Then I whispered, “What did you say earlier that you wanted to do tonight. Your job—was how you put it.”

“To pleasure you, Sir,” she said, sounding very contrite.

The tone was unexpected, and I did what any reasonable man would. I met and held her gaze. Not surprisingly, she had adjusted in the span of seconds. My question had given her a burst of confidence. Fire burned in her eyes, and the smirk on her face grew.

Mischievous and defiant. Again.

“You enjoying yourself?” I taunted, playing along.

She notched her head high. “Very much so. I should tell you, I know the basics, how it’s done, what to do. I’m confident I’ll be good at it. You will melt for me.”

“Uh-huh, something about a puddle.”

“Exactly,” she boasted, throwing her head back. “You on the floor in the biggest one ever.”

After I completed a full circle around her, I came to a stop behind her. My fingers found the fabric of the nightgown she’d thrown on earlier. For a moment, I simply stood there. The material gathered between my fingers as I slowly drew it upward, taking my time instead of rushing. The movement earned a quiet huff from Bella, and I bit back a smile.

Impatient. Of course she was. The nightgown slid higher inch by inch before I finally lifted it free and tossed it onto a nearby chair. When I looked back at her, she was already staring at me, and standing proudly with her hands planted on her hips.

My lips twitched. There was still a trace of uncertainty lingering beneath the confidence she projected, but it was getting harder and harder to find. Every second that passed she seemed to stand a little taller. Trust herself a little more.

And God help me, I found it endearing in all the best ways. A challenge sparkled in her eyes. One that told me she was already planning her next smart remark.

“Then you don’t need my instruction, do you?”

I sauntered away and took a seat. She stood there awkwardly. I waved my hand over my hard dick.

“Feel free to wow me with your expertise,” I drawled before repositioning my hands across the back of the couch.

“If this is your way of saying get to sucking, it needs work.”

“So does your attitude, but never fear, princess. We can deal with it later.”

“We’ll see about that,” she said.

“You can count on it.”

With slow, hesitant steps she tried to pass off as steady, she approached. She dropped to her knees elegantly, and I wanted to praise her but withheld. I cleared my throat, and our eyes met. She raised up on her knees and stared at my engorged cock pulsing in front of her.

“You’re dripping.”

“That happens.”

“Perhaps I should taste you first,” she teased.

“By all means, that is part of this whole thing.”

She wet her bottom lip with her tongue and continued to stare.