My abs clench from attempting to stay still and follow his directions, hands fisting the sheets like my life depends on them to keep me sane. To keep my head on straight and not beg and plead on my knees. The cool fabric anchors me, grounding me on Earth when all I want to do is fly.

A pinch to my thigh causes me to jerk. It’s not hard, just enough to get my attention.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question.”

Oh, God.

It’s already too much stimulation. Too much desperation to find a release. A heady desire settles over me, engulfing me from the inside out. I’m an inferno, burning alive.

“Drenched,” I whisper, admitting the truth. “For you, Henry.”

“Show me.”

“What?” My head snaps up to find him straddling my body, his hand gripping my inner thigh with nearly all his might.

It’s still not hard enough.

“I said, show me. Show me how wet you are. Show me what you like. Show me how deep you can get your fingers. I want to see how wide you spread your legs open to me, so I can watch and learn everything you like.”

He drops my thigh from his hold, reaching for his cock and jerking up and down over the pronounced length, eyes staying locked on mine.

I inhale, trying to calm my nerves. It’s empowering to realize I have control over him. The man who seems invincible might fall at my hands. And now I really want to play.

“Sometimes I touch myself when I read my books,” I start. My finger runs up my leg, exploring. Every inch higher is another drop of confidence I take with me, growing bolder and bolder.

“Like the one you were reading just now?” Henry’s breath is near my ear, and his lips land on my neck. “I bet they give you a lot of ideas you want to try.”

I nod, my shaky fingers close to my entrance. One more nudge forward and they’d be inside. “They do. Things I’ve never done but have always wanted to.”

“You envision yourself being told what to do. Worshiped and possessed and praised.” His mouth closes around my breast and I cry out. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, teeth lightly biting my nipple. “You must be so turned on right now.”

I can’t hold back any longer, finally giving in and letting my finger slide inside, gasping at the stretch. Arousal greets me immediately, and I position my thighs farther apart to get deeper.

I withdraw and plunge back in, a loud, guttural moan escaping my mouth. Anyone could hear me right now if they were listening hard enough, and the thought makes me even wetter.