He then rolls over and brings his eyes up to mine. I can’t keep my focus on him as I notice the hard rod poking through the sheet out the corner of my eye.
“You can massage that if you want to. I mean, it’s hard enough to massage.” He winks at me, watching my reaction as I can’t help but look at his cock sticking out. I don’t move as much as a finger towards it. I’ve never seen one in person... where do I even start?
“These are the finer things of life you’ll get to enjoy when you’re a grown woman. Sometimes, it’s a good choice, and sometimes, not so good.” He shrugs, keeping his eyes focused on me.
I don’t know what to say to him! What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
“You don’t have to, but sooner or later you’re going to be faced with the same dilemma, maybe just not in giving a massage. Nonetheless, when you turn a man on without going all in, a man can get mad that you’re teasing him in the first place,” he says, a smirk present on his face. I can tell he’s teasing, but still, I’m over it. I haven’t done anything to tease him, so what the hell is he talking about?
“I didn’t turn you on,” I tell him, crossing my arms.
“You did, though. Long before you came upstairs, it started the second you decided not to put on any panties this morning. Now, this is a choice you’re going to have to make. You are a grown woman, I mean, that’s if you want to be one.” He continues his teasing. He’s pushing me closer to giving him what he wants; to give up and go home.
I stand up slowly from the side of the bed and begin walking toward the door. I would’ve made it out of the room, even got to sleep downstairs for the night if only those next set of words didn’t spill from his mouth.
“Maybe your father is right. You should go home now. This is clearly all too hard for you. You wouldn’t make it in the real world if you’re going to be a baby about something as simple as sex.” He tells me, and when I look at him from over my shoulder, I see his eyes are closed. There’s a hint of a smile on his face, and his hands are tucked behind his head.
It’s as though he knew this would happen. He feels like I can’t even last a night without my father, but he’s wrong. If anything, he’s just pushed me to the point of never quitting on this arrangement. I’ll be damned if Bruno, or even my father, thinks I’m some child that can get walked on.
“I’m a grown woman; I’ll prove it,” I hiss at him, slamming the bedroom door shut as I turn and make my way to where he’s lying, all egoistic and all.
His eyes shoot open the second the door slams; I can see the surprise within them. I smile as I lick my lips, feeling alive as ever to learn what it’s going to take to please him. I’m ready.
As I take a seat on the edge of the bed, I look at his cock, which appears as if it’s throbbing for me. Holy shit. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?
I don’t know much about how to please a man, but I bring myself to wrap my hand around his hard length, massaging it in a way as I did his shoulders. Hopefully, this is right...
A growl escapes his lips as I slide my hand up and down his cock. I bite back the whimper that’s threatening inside as I’m finding myself incredibly turned on by what’s going on. I’m not sure how to handle this all. I never would’ve thought pleasuring a man would be this satisfying, but it is.
He brings a hand up to the back of my neck, and slowly begins untying the strings supporting my dress.
Is this really happening, I think to myself, very well knowing this will be the first time I’ve ever revealed my body to a single soul…
As he undoes one string, his phone suddenly buzzes on the nightstand. I look over; oh crap, it’s my father!
6
BRUNO
Fuck. Of all people to be ringing through at this moment, it has to be him, fucking Derek. The very same Derek who asked that I take and train his daughter, teaching her some manners in a way I see fit. Now, here he is, throwing a wrench in my night.
I pull my hand off the back of her neck, sensing the disappointment in her eyes as she looks up. She damn well is bound to get some man in trouble one of these days with those pair of eyes.
“Hey, Derek.” I manage to get out when I pick the phone. Liza comes to a halt rubbing my cock as it’s clear she’s trying to listen in. I thrust my hips to signal to continue. My hands may not be free, but hers certainly are. Just because I’m interrupted doesn’t mean she has to be.
“How’s she doing?” Derek asks, the laughter in his tone is unmistakable. He’s assuming the worst from her.
“Well, she seemed to have handled dinner quite okay for her first night. She’s cleared the kitchen, swept, and even mopped. She’s made me a cup of tea for the evening, and now she’s in bed,” I tell him, giving Liza a wink at the same time. This is fucked up, I know. But I get the feeling she’s as turned on by this as I am.
I’m not really lying to him… I have no reason to lie.
“Good, then. I’m sure she’ll be running home within a matter of days.” Derek chuckles on the other end.
I wouldn’t be too sure if I were him. I don’t peg Liza as a quitter. He’s wrong.
“She seems to want to be a grown-up, so I suppose the both of us will see. I get the feeling she wants to prove she can do this,” I say with every ounce of focus inside me, as her soft hands glide up and down my cock, slipping in and out between her palms. I see how hard her nipples have grown since she’s started.
“She’ll get tired of it, I know she will.” He speaks with certainty in his tone. I know she can do without running back to her father and I’ll be dammed if I don’t prove it.