Newness

"Now, Sweet Plaything." He caught one of my legs and flipped me onto my back. Settling between my knees. "If you're nice. I'll teach you something new."

I eyed him darkly. Unsure I wanted to know anything more from him.

Lucien didn't suddenly enter me as I expected. He twisted a little and lightly pinned my ankle between his two callused palms.

I was somewhat fixated with the way his stomach rippled as he moved. His biceps surging with every touch.

He caressed both hands down. One over the top of my shin, the other slowly following the curve of my calf. As his hand went over my knee it craned out to follow the smooth muscle of my thigh down to scoop my hip. His other hand was trailing the back of one finger down the inside thigh of my opposite leg. The touch was light and gentle.

A direct contrast to everything he'd been so far.

Despite myself, I liked it. A small purring sound coming from my throat before I could stop it.

What was that? Why did I do that?

"Now, Plaything. I'm going to teach you the benefits of the truth..."

My brow knitted as I looked at him. Half afraid of what that meant.

More pain?

But the back of a that finger just brushed the soft lips at the crux of my thighs.

I gasped at the strange sensation. Before I could react, he palmed the mound of my sex and slid his hand up over it. His other joining as they separated to follow the line of my hips.

"You've such a beautiful body." His rough palms slid over the flat plane of my belly before flaring out around the sides of my waist. Framing how narrow it was. "Every curve is like art."

His amber eyes lit on me. Words turning to a growl as if he reminded himself of his dislike for me. "Now we just have to discover if there's a personality under the lies, fine enough to match."

I didn't like the sound of that either.

He gripped my sides to scoot my hips down more firmly against him. Landing his length against my core.

I gave him a worried look, but he was focused on watching his hands. Which slid up over my ribs to cup the weight of my breasts. Lightly molding around the sides. Despite myself my eyes grew hooded, and I let the sensation of a kind touch take over.

I'd known perilously little of it in my life. And the way he was touching me was something altogether new.

"Wh-wh-what are y-you doing?" I stuttered out.

"This, Sweet, is what it feels like to have a man making love to you. Rather than just taking you."

"Making love?"

"It doesn't have to hurt. And it becomes about what he can do to bring you pleasure as well. Do you like what I'm doing to you."

"No!" I said in panic.

He gave me a sharp look. His lips turning in contempt and he roughly pinched my nipple.

I yelped as it hardened between his fingertips.

"Honesty. Try again." His eyes narrowed.

He caressed around the sides of my breasts, tracing their shape.

When he leaned over me, I held my breath.

I was already sore and very afraid of him slamming into me again. I hurt already.

But instead, I felt the heat of his mouth landing over my nipple. The fine roughness of his tongue as he lathed it.

I gasped at the strange sensation and my back instinctively lifted from the bed to give him more access.

He rolled his head sideways to peer up at me. His hand still cupping the other side of my breast to keep it near his mouth. "And this, Plaything. How does this feel?"

I opened my mouth to give him a harsh answer.

But his eyes narrowed as though he knew what was on my lips.

Deflating I murmured. "Yes..."

"Very good." He praised. Going back to suckling at my bare breast.

Soon my back was arching again.

***

His other hand slid between us to find my softness. He gently rubbed with two fingertips until he could tell I was moist.

Then one finger slowly began easing through the petaled folds to find where the heat generated.

I was blinking at the ceiling rapidly. Shocked at the ripples of sensation coursing through my body.

I moaned slightly and bit my lip to stem the sound.

"Is that what you like?" His head lifted to gaze at me.

I gnawed my lip, panting a moment before I swallowed.

"Truth." He cautioned. Giving me a chiding look through those keen eyes.

"Y-yes."

"Good." He continued the light strokes and his lips moved to my sternum. Trailing a path up to my neck. He kissed with more pressure along my collarbone.

Making my skin goosebump.

"Lucien, please!" I sobbed. Unsure what I was asking him to do. But knowing I needed something.

"In time." He caressed that rough palm up the opposite side of my neck while he nibbled light kisses up to my ear. Before lightly catching my earlobe between his teeth and giving it a playful tug.

I hissed an indrawn breath and my back arched so tightly I thought it might snap. Jutting my breasts up.

"Mmm..." He purred. As though something delicious was happening.