reflected the back of his dark head and the powerful set of his broad shoulders.
Again, she was aware of her nakedness. She didn’t feel sexy, but insignificant and powerless. She hated that, hated him.
“Come here.”
She lowered the towel, as if accidentally covering her body from his gaze, and took several steps closer to him. She saw herself in the mirror, flabby and jiggly, her skin pink from her hurried shower, her hair still dripping onto her shoulders, and quickly averted her eyes.
“Assume the position.”
She dropped to her knees in front of him and waited for him to speak. When he did, her mouth dropped open, her chin lifted, she stared up at him. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. Beneath the sweatpants, his penis made an unmistakable bulge.
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
She swallowed. Shook her head. Still, she couldn’t speak. Or look away.
He sighed. “All right, let’s start with something easier. When did you lose your virginity?”
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Bonnie Hamre
She moistened her lips. “I was seventeen. Later than most of the girls I knew.”
“Tell me.”
“All my friends were doing it. I felt left out.”
“Only the physical details.”
“He pulled my bathing suit off. First, the top. Then the bottom, and yanked me on top of him. He pinched my breasts and pushed in. He held me by the hips.” She found it easier to talk if she spoke to his athletic shoe. “It hurt.”
“Did you climax?”
She concentrated on the way he’d tied the laces. “I didn’t even know what it meant.”
“So you didn’t. Your first sexual experience was painful. Humiliating?”
Oh, God, yes. She’d worried for a week until she’d gotten her period. She’d avoided the boy at school, tried not to hear the gossip recounting his bragging or see the speculative looks turn scornful when he rated her a zero.
“Now tell me about the last time you had sex?”
“It wasn’t much good.” She’d rated that guy pretty damn low.
“Forget the commentary.”
“He came, I didn’t. I was dry, and it hurt.”
“Not much different than the first time.” She risked a glance upward to see him watching her with an unreadable expression.
“Now the best sex you’ve had.”
She paused, remembering the cruise and the steward who more than earned his tips from women traveling alone. When they didn’t find romance in the public salons, they settled for hot and heavy sex with the steward. Just as she had done. It hadn’t been very good at first, but the steward had persisted, making her come repeatedly. He’d earned a very, very large tip.
“I’m waiting.”
“I came a lot,” she said at last.
“That’s it?”
She nodded.
“I see we have a lot of work to do.”
If the result was looking like Kendra, sleek, sexy and sated, she’d do anything.
“Okay.”
He chuckled. “I wasn’t asking your permission.”
He had a pleasant sounding laugh, but she didn’t like the feeling it gave her. Like his voice, his laughter was rich and smooth but this time, instead of coaxing her into laughing with him, it made her feel self-conscious. Somehow less worthy. So what if she hadn’t slept around? She was entitled to be choosy. As she considered that, she had to 40
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admit that her inexperience wasn’t due to her selectivity, but a lack of willing partners.
Or lately, one in particular, Jack. But that could and would change. When she left Sweet Discipline , she’d knock him off his feet. And flat on his back. In her bed.
“Do you masturbate?” he asked, repeating the question that had shocked her.
This time, she didn’t flinch. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hurting her feelings. “Sometimes.”
“How?”
What did he mean how? With her fingers and her trusty vibrator. What else was there?
“Show me.”
Her head snapped up.
“Spread your legs and show me how you make yourself come.”
“I can’t! Not with you watching me.”
“You can and you
Again, she was aware of her nakedness. She didn’t feel sexy, but insignificant and powerless. She hated that, hated him.
“Come here.”
She lowered the towel, as if accidentally covering her body from his gaze, and took several steps closer to him. She saw herself in the mirror, flabby and jiggly, her skin pink from her hurried shower, her hair still dripping onto her shoulders, and quickly averted her eyes.
“Assume the position.”
She dropped to her knees in front of him and waited for him to speak. When he did, her mouth dropped open, her chin lifted, she stared up at him. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. Beneath the sweatpants, his penis made an unmistakable bulge.
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
She swallowed. Shook her head. Still, she couldn’t speak. Or look away.
He sighed. “All right, let’s start with something easier. When did you lose your virginity?”
39
Bonnie Hamre
She moistened her lips. “I was seventeen. Later than most of the girls I knew.”
“Tell me.”
“All my friends were doing it. I felt left out.”
“Only the physical details.”
“He pulled my bathing suit off. First, the top. Then the bottom, and yanked me on top of him. He pinched my breasts and pushed in. He held me by the hips.” She found it easier to talk if she spoke to his athletic shoe. “It hurt.”
“Did you climax?”
She concentrated on the way he’d tied the laces. “I didn’t even know what it meant.”
“So you didn’t. Your first sexual experience was painful. Humiliating?”
Oh, God, yes. She’d worried for a week until she’d gotten her period. She’d avoided the boy at school, tried not to hear the gossip recounting his bragging or see the speculative looks turn scornful when he rated her a zero.
“Now tell me about the last time you had sex?”
“It wasn’t much good.” She’d rated that guy pretty damn low.
“Forget the commentary.”
“He came, I didn’t. I was dry, and it hurt.”
“Not much different than the first time.” She risked a glance upward to see him watching her with an unreadable expression.
“Now the best sex you’ve had.”
She paused, remembering the cruise and the steward who more than earned his tips from women traveling alone. When they didn’t find romance in the public salons, they settled for hot and heavy sex with the steward. Just as she had done. It hadn’t been very good at first, but the steward had persisted, making her come repeatedly. He’d earned a very, very large tip.
“I’m waiting.”
“I came a lot,” she said at last.
“That’s it?”
She nodded.
“I see we have a lot of work to do.”
If the result was looking like Kendra, sleek, sexy and sated, she’d do anything.
“Okay.”
He chuckled. “I wasn’t asking your permission.”
He had a pleasant sounding laugh, but she didn’t like the feeling it gave her. Like his voice, his laughter was rich and smooth but this time, instead of coaxing her into laughing with him, it made her feel self-conscious. Somehow less worthy. So what if she hadn’t slept around? She was entitled to be choosy. As she considered that, she had to 40
Sweet Discipline
admit that her inexperience wasn’t due to her selectivity, but a lack of willing partners.
Or lately, one in particular, Jack. But that could and would change. When she left Sweet Discipline , she’d knock him off his feet. And flat on his back. In her bed.
“Do you masturbate?” he asked, repeating the question that had shocked her.
This time, she didn’t flinch. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hurting her feelings. “Sometimes.”
“How?”
What did he mean how? With her fingers and her trusty vibrator. What else was there?
“Show me.”
Her head snapped up.
“Spread your legs and show me how you make yourself come.”
“I can’t! Not with you watching me.”
“You can and you
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