then yes, I will be in control; I will control you
completely." His tone deepened, while he wanted her to be comfortable, he
didn't want to give her false impressions about who would be in charge.
The change of
inflection his voice made her hands tremble and she almost dropped the glass.
He took it from her with a smile of reassurance and she felt her heart skip a
beat before picking up pace until it was pounding in her chest like a bass
drum. She was surprised he didn't seem to hear it.
Lowering her eyes she
tried to hide the longing he inspired in her.
"Look at me,
Leah." His voice was demanding and his long fingers went to her chin,
raising her face up until her eyes met his again. "I need to be able to
see your face to know what you're feeling, it's very important that you
understand this."
Not letting go of her
chin, or taking his eyes from her, Rhett took the glass from her and set it
down on the table beside him. "We need to talk about what you hope to get
out of this. Tell me what it is you truly want." The desire he could see
in her gaze pleased him and he moved his fingers from under her to chin to
stroke them softly across her cheek.
The touch of his
fingers sent shivers of desire through her, and for a moment she found herself
unable to think, let alone speak. "I think I want you," she whispered
finally, when she regained her voice, careful not to drop her gaze from his.
He chuckled softly at
her admission. "You only think you want me?" he asked as her cheeks
reddened. He felt a longing to lean over and kiss her but forced himself to
resist, it wasn't the time for that.
"Th-that's not
what I meant, I mean yes I want…" Her face burned crimson and she grew
flustered, not sure how to explain to him what it was she had meant.
"I'm glad you want
me, Leah, I want you as well, but we are here to figure out what you are willing
to allow me to do to you."
Her eyes widened slightly
and she stuttered, "Wh-what do you w-want to do to m-me?" she asked,
feeling a little overwhelmed again.
"Sweetheart, the
things I want to do to you would probably send you running for the door. But I
can be a patient man, when I choose to be." He smiled, enjoying the way
her eyes widened even more. "I need to know what things you aren't willing
to try."
"I honestly don't
know," she told him, embarrassed to admit that she didn't know enough
about sex to be able to tell him what she wasn't willing to try.
"You have no idea
how enticing it is to think about you letting me do whatever I want to you, but
you have me in a quandary here. I have to admit that this is uncharted
territory for me; I've never taken a virgin before, and I've certainly never
introduced one to this lifestyle." The thought was beyond exciting for
him, but it also worried him.
"So you don't want
me?" Despite his stricture against doing so she lowered her eyes, not
wanting him to see her cry; her disappointment had her on the verge of tears
and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold them back.
"Sweetheart, you
have no idea how much I want you." He chuckled as her eyes filled with
hope. "The trouble is, I don't know how to do this without crossing
boundaries you might not know you have." Rising to his feet he looked down
on her contemplatively.
Leah looked up at him,
wishing she had some wise words to offer him; she couldn't begin to imagine
what she could say however. As he paced the room, lost in thought, and
seemingly unaware of her continued presence, she took the opportunity to really
look at him.
It was apparent he was
a fitness nut; even dressed in his business suit she could tell there wasn't an
ounce of fat on him. When he turned away from her she was gifted with a view of
his ass and she blushed at the thought that crossed her mind. She was shocked
to find herself thinking that his ass was to die for, she didn’t normally think
like that.
The golden tint of his
skin, which contrasted with the brilliant white of his shirt, told her he
enjoyed
completely." His tone deepened, while he wanted her to be comfortable, he
didn't want to give her false impressions about who would be in charge.
The change of
inflection his voice made her hands tremble and she almost dropped the glass.
He took it from her with a smile of reassurance and she felt her heart skip a
beat before picking up pace until it was pounding in her chest like a bass
drum. She was surprised he didn't seem to hear it.
Lowering her eyes she
tried to hide the longing he inspired in her.
"Look at me,
Leah." His voice was demanding and his long fingers went to her chin,
raising her face up until her eyes met his again. "I need to be able to
see your face to know what you're feeling, it's very important that you
understand this."
Not letting go of her
chin, or taking his eyes from her, Rhett took the glass from her and set it
down on the table beside him. "We need to talk about what you hope to get
out of this. Tell me what it is you truly want." The desire he could see
in her gaze pleased him and he moved his fingers from under her to chin to
stroke them softly across her cheek.
The touch of his
fingers sent shivers of desire through her, and for a moment she found herself
unable to think, let alone speak. "I think I want you," she whispered
finally, when she regained her voice, careful not to drop her gaze from his.
He chuckled softly at
her admission. "You only think you want me?" he asked as her cheeks
reddened. He felt a longing to lean over and kiss her but forced himself to
resist, it wasn't the time for that.
"Th-that's not
what I meant, I mean yes I want…" Her face burned crimson and she grew
flustered, not sure how to explain to him what it was she had meant.
"I'm glad you want
me, Leah, I want you as well, but we are here to figure out what you are willing
to allow me to do to you."
Her eyes widened slightly
and she stuttered, "Wh-what do you w-want to do to m-me?" she asked,
feeling a little overwhelmed again.
"Sweetheart, the
things I want to do to you would probably send you running for the door. But I
can be a patient man, when I choose to be." He smiled, enjoying the way
her eyes widened even more. "I need to know what things you aren't willing
to try."
"I honestly don't
know," she told him, embarrassed to admit that she didn't know enough
about sex to be able to tell him what she wasn't willing to try.
"You have no idea
how enticing it is to think about you letting me do whatever I want to you, but
you have me in a quandary here. I have to admit that this is uncharted
territory for me; I've never taken a virgin before, and I've certainly never
introduced one to this lifestyle." The thought was beyond exciting for
him, but it also worried him.
"So you don't want
me?" Despite his stricture against doing so she lowered her eyes, not
wanting him to see her cry; her disappointment had her on the verge of tears
and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold them back.
"Sweetheart, you
have no idea how much I want you." He chuckled as her eyes filled with
hope. "The trouble is, I don't know how to do this without crossing
boundaries you might not know you have." Rising to his feet he looked down
on her contemplatively.
Leah looked up at him,
wishing she had some wise words to offer him; she couldn't begin to imagine
what she could say however. As he paced the room, lost in thought, and
seemingly unaware of her continued presence, she took the opportunity to really
look at him.
It was apparent he was
a fitness nut; even dressed in his business suit she could tell there wasn't an
ounce of fat on him. When he turned away from her she was gifted with a view of
his ass and she blushed at the thought that crossed her mind. She was shocked
to find herself thinking that his ass was to die for, she didn’t normally think
like that.
The golden tint of his
skin, which contrasted with the brilliant white of his shirt, told her he
enjoyed
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