Page 88 of Reins

“It feels really good, Ros. Like all the weight of the world is released from your body at once.” I’m suddenly very glad I’ve decided to move at a snail’s pace with her.

I’ve barely scratched the surface of how much trauma my poor woman is carrying.

“That sounds nice.” Her fingers twitch over her elbows.

“It is. And it’s normal, baby.” I fight the ache in my chest. “By yourself or with someone else, we’re hardwired to enjoy it.”

I want to prove it to her. My hands twitch with the desire to show her just how amazing it can be. Instead, I flatten my palm on the blanket harboring her shoulder. “It’s okay for you to touch yourself. Learn what you like and don’t like. It’s your body, Ros, no one else should ever dictate what you can do with yourself.”

Why am I the one telling her this?

It’s a basic human fucking right to autonomy.

The fact that she has been punished from herself makes bile rise in my throat.

Lets hope I end up in hell so I can find her parents and kill them again.

“Can you help me?” Her words hang like razors slicing the air between us.

Blood rushes to my cock, the last place I should be thinking about.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Is it her hand or mine she wants to bring her to ecstasy?

I will gladly volunteer.

Her arm drops to splay her fingers on her belly and she peeks one eye out through the crook of her elbow. “Guide me?”

“Do you want me to touch you?” I barely get the question out before I see her face crease in panic.

“Not yet,” she whispers. But her knee rises, pushing the blanket back to free her legs.

“Ros,” I can’t keep my voice from dropping into a guttural grunt. “I’m going to sit in the chair, okay? So I’m not tempted to help.”

She nods from beneath her arm.

Yet again, I’m crawling out of this bed with a painful erection cutting off the flow of blood to my legs.

I didn’t realize that my leather chair was the perfect viewing location until I sit with a clear view of her fingers dancing around her belly button. “I’m going to tell you what to do but if there’s anything you want to linger on, remember you’re in control.”

“Okay,” she whimpers, her arms still firmly over her eyes.

“I love you and I’m proud of you, Ros.” I’m going to burn this moment into my memories.

A smile lifts the corner of her mouth. “Thank you.”

“Move your hand up under your shirt and find one of those tight nipples.” I’m fighting light headedness as my cock throbs when she obeys.

As she lifts the fabric, I catch glimpses of her pale skin and a flash of pink on the tip of her breast that almost makes me groan.

“Lightly pinch it, then run your fingertip in a circle over the top. Can you feel how sensitive it is?” I wish it was my tongue licking around the taut bud.

“Mmhmm.” Her breath starts to come faster as she switches.

“Good girl,” I growl. “I like to see you exploring. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please.” Her breathy reply makes my thighs quiver.

“I want you to run your nails up and down your belly so lightly you can barely feel it. Like you’re tickling a feather over your skin.” I swear I’m going to come in my jeans.