Chapter 5

“It’s good for it. I promise.”

Amelia’s voice became more of a purr than anything else and, for reasons unexplained, it made Mason feel that much more like a creepy predator. “Well aren’t you just a darling then? So,” she leaned forward in her chair, propped both elbows on her desk and clasped her hands under his chin. “What do you like to do?”

“Wh—” he cut himself off, fumbled to start again, and ended up spitting a flustered, “L-like you mean…with sex?”

“Of course, sugar,” she grinned. “I don’t think dietary preferences are going to make much of a difference now, do you?”

“I don’t—”

She sighed and reached for a pen. “Okay, we’ll run through the basics first. Oral?”

He swallowed, waited, confirming to himself she wasn’t going to continue without his reply, and nodded quickly.

“Rimming, fingering,” she lifted her eyes and smiled again. “How do you feel about kissing? Necessary or…?”