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  “Do not call on me, mon ange,” he murmured in my ear. “You are bringing yourself this pleasure. You are spreading your soft, hot little pussy open and stroking your inner folds…petting your sweet little cunt and caressing your swollen clit. You are touching yourself.”

  His hot words aroused me almost as much as my own fingers. Then he reached around me and cupped my bare breasts. Rolling my tight nipples between his fingers, he made me moan helplessly as I increased my tempo.

  I slid my fingers around and around my clit, stroking only the sides, never touching it directly. But I didn’t need to—this was enough—was perfect. It felt so good I could barely breath…so different from every other time I’d ever tried before. I felt more relaxed for one thing—safe in Laish’s arms. Safe and cherished and free…free to let myself feel things I’d been repressing all my life.

  “That’s right, Gwendolyn,” he growled softly in my ear and I knew my erotic display was turning him on as well. “That’s right—touch yourself. Stroke your sweet pussy and bring yourself pleasure…make yourself come.”

  And for the first time, I really felt like I might. I could feel the pleasure building…feel the wire tightening inside me, ready to snap at any moment. Laish must have felt me tensing against him because he continued to speak in my ear as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

  “Look in the mirror, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Look how hot and open you are…see how wet your pussy is…how ready to come. Let the pleasure well up inside you as you let yourself go…you’ve earned it…you deserve it.”

  I don’t know if it was his low, sexy voice in my ear, the sight of my own fingers busy between my thighs, or the hot way he was tugging and pinching my nipples but suddenly I couldn’t take any more.

  For the first time ever, I felt the wire snap, felt the tension break and release, flooding me with pleasure, overwhelming me with sensation as I finally, finally came.

  “Oh…Oh!” I gasped, my back arching helplessly and my toes curling as the pleasure shot through me. It was like being electrocuted but in a good way, if that makes any sense. I know it really doesn’t but it’s the only way I can think to describe it. My heart was thundering in my ears, my pulse was racing as though I had just run a marathon. I felt like I couldn’t get a deep enough breath and yet somehow I had never felt better or more alive in my entire life. It was intense.

  And then, for some reason I was crying. Not actually sobbing or anything but my eyes were wet and the breath was hitching in my chest for a different reason.

  “Oh,” I moaned, pulling my hand away from my inner thighs and wrapping my arms around myself. “Oh…Goddess.”

  “There is no Goddess here, regrettably, mon ange. There is only you and me.”

  Laish turned me gently towards him, letting me curl on my side against his chest. He didn’t ask why I was crying or seem upset about it. He just held me to him, stroking my trembling back gently until I somehow got control of myself and sat up.

  “I’m sorry about that.” I swiped at my eyes. God, he must think I was so girly and stupid, crying like that just because I’d finally had an orgasm. “I don’t know why I, uh, lost control.”

  “You lost control because you lost control. The sexual and emotional are closely linked, mon ange,” he murmured, stroking my wet cheek. “When a need so deep and primal has been building for so many years it is natural to break a little under the strain of it—even when the outcome is what you had hoped for.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “And was it? All you had hoped?”

  “It was amazing,” I admitted in a low voice. “I never thought…I mean, you hear about it…read about it…watch it in movies…but nothing compares to the actual experience. The actual pleasure.”

  “Pleasure that you gave to yourself,” he reminded me, smiling. “Pleasure you can duplicate again and again…now that you know how.”

  “I, uh…” I felt my cheeks heating up. “I sort of want to duplicate it now. I mean, that was amazing but I still want more.”

  “Understandable—you have many long, hungry years to make up for.” Laish captured my mouth in a soft, hot kiss. Then he pulled back a little and looked into my eyes. “But this time, you will not be touching yourself,” he murmured.

  “What do you mean?” I felt my heart, which had begun to slow to a normal rhythm, begin to pound again.

  “I mean that it is my turn, Gwendolyn. My turn to touch you and make you come.”

  This time he sat back against the headboard and made me straddle him.

  “I want to watch your face when you come, mon ange. Want to see it in your lovely green eyes when you lose control.”

  The new position caused my swollen pussy to spread wide for him and he growled softly in approval when he saw how hot and wet I still was. It was both embarrassing and arousing to be face to face with him when he cupped my sex, his long fingers circling expertly around and around my clit as he looked into my eyes.

  “It occurs to me that I have not penetrated you yet.” His long fingers stroked teasingly around the entrance to my pussy. “Do you fear to let me touch your maiden barrier?”

  “I, uh, don’t have one.” I felt my cheeks getting warm. “I lost it riding a bike when I was a kid.”

  “Ah…” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Then there is nothing to stop me from doing this.”

  Slowly, two long, strong fingers slid into me. I gasped and then moaned softly as I felt him press against the end of my channel.

  In me—he’s actually inside me! a panicked little voice at the back of my head shouted. But the pleasure I felt from his fingers filling me more than overpowered it.

  “Laish,” I whispered. “Goddess…”

  “As before, there is only me, mon ange.” He sounded amused and aroused at the same time. “Do you like the feeling of my fingers inside you? Inside your soft little cunt?”

  As he spoke, he began to stroke gently in and out of me, pressing deep in a way that made me moan and writhe on his lap.

  “I…yes,” I admitted, unable to lie. “I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do—it feels so good.”

  “It can feel even better, you know,” he murmured, his ruby eyes lazy with lust. “I wonder how you will like having my tongue inside you, when I taste your sweet pussy for the first time?”

  “Having your…what…what do you mean?” His words caused a whole new level of tension and fear and lust to open up inside me.

  “Do not fear,” Laish murmured. “We will not go so far tonight. But as greater and greater sins are required to move through the Infernal levels, it may soon become necessary.”

  “But I don’t know if I want you to…to do that to me,” I protested. “And you shouldn’t have to just to, you know, get us through to the next level.”

  “Do not misunderstand me, Gwendolyn.” His eyes blazed. “I do not do these things with you only because of necessity. It will be both a privilege and a pleasure to tease your little pussy to orgasm with my tongue. To taste your sweet juices right from the source.”

  “You really want to…to taste me?” It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard of oral sex before—I wasn’t a kid, after all. But I’d gotten the idea from girlfriends that it was something most guys only did out of a sense of obligation. One of my friends in college had summed it up as, “Two quick licks before he sticks.” So it was hard to believe that Laish was really looking forward to it. But the hot, hungry look on his face told me he was telling the truth.

  “Most assuredly I want to taste you, mon ange. I can barely wait.”

  Holding my eyes with his, he withdrew the fingers he’d been thrusting into me and lifted them to his face. He inhaled deeply at first, as though savoring my scent. Then he slipped them into his mouth, sucking and licking as if trying to get every last drop of my honey.

  Guilt and lust burned through me in equal measures.

  Oh Goddess, I shouldn’t be watching this…shouldn’t be imagining what it would be like to let him do that to me