Chapter 157
“I will, thank you.”
“Good night.”
I wait for Shane to leave, then I head up to my bedroom. I shower and put on a pair of boxers, waiting for Enya.
It’s time for me to practice what I told Shane. Time for me to regain control of my time with Enya and to start owning her orgasms.
Enya
I’m so excited to see Christian tonight. I’m feeling powerful now that I know that he struggles to maintain control when he’s touching me. And now, I’m going to touch him.
A part of me, a small part, thinks about what Sebastiana said this morning before she left. She talked about things moving too quickly. But that’s her and Shane. Things between me and Christian seem to be moving at a snail’s pace. If I can just get him to go a bit faster …
I put on my robe, run a brush through my hair, then head to his room. When I knock, he opens the door immediately, stepping back and letting me in.
“Drink?”
“Sure,” I say, taking my robe off and laying it on the couch. I still feel uncomfortable being naked in front of him, but this time, he seems ready for me. He doesn’t stop mid–stride. Instead, he gets our drinks and gestures for me to sit.
“We’re going to shift things around a bit tonight,” he says.
“Oh?” I ask, taking a sip.
“Yes. Tonight, you’re going to be on your back,” he begins, and I nearly choke on my drink.
On my back? Naked? With the lights on?
Breathe, Enya. Breathe. This means we’re getting closer to what we want, I tell myself.
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“And we’re going to… encourage your patience.”
He takes a drink, watching me over the rim. I frown. “What does that mean?”
“It means that if you try to rush things, if you try to make me lose control by teasing me or touching me, I’m going to make you wait to come. I will bring you right to the edge over and over before I finally let you have an orgasm.
I scoff. “I don’t think you have THAT much control, Christian.”
He just grins and takes another sip.
“Why can’t I touch you?” I pout. I was really hoping to be able to touch him and technically, he didn’t say I couldn’t. He just said if I teased him he’d prolong me getting to orgasm. I know he’s numero uno on the leaderboard, but… I’m not sure he’s that good.
“This is about you, Enya. This is about you being ready for the Academy. This isn’t about me. I told you we were going to do this my way, and you aren’t complying. So, rather than fight you, I’m giving you the choice. You can tease me, but I’ll make sure you regret it. Or, you can let me go through the process of making you feel good and getting you ready for us to have sex.”
“By regret it, you mean you’re not going to make me come at all?” I ask.
“Oh, I’ll make you come, but not until you’re weeping and begging me to let you come,” he says smugly.
I narrow my eyes at him. I think he’s bluffing.
“Alright then,” I say, still feeling confident about my plan.
I stand, brushing my fingers over his knees as I pass by to set my glass down.
“Face up?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Yes,” he says. He’s trying to maintain control, but his eyes have darkened so I know I’m having an effect on him.
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