I’m hard as marble in my jeans, and little miss innocent asks me to teach her about what pleases a man. What, it feels like to be satisfied by a man. She has no clue what she is asking. If her only frame of reference is skin flicks and books, she has nothing to go on. How to flirt? How the fuck, do you teach someone to tease? She has done okay while talking to me. Has she been overly obvious about her attraction? No, she doesn’t go out of her way to enchant me either. She does it naturally.

“Forget I said anything.” She rushes out when I don’t answer her right away. ‘Not fucking likely.’ I say to myself.

“That’s not going to happen, Darlin’. I need a second to process all you want from me.” If she wants me to go over my conquests with her, she is out of her mind. There is no way I would talk about making love to another woman when all I want is to be buried deep inside her.

I can teach her how to please a man, but the only man she will be fucking using the knowledge on is me. Jaci can write about it all she wants. It doesn’t bother me to have her use me as a guinea pig, to try out new things and new positions I’d be more than happy to show her. If she wants to know what pleases a woman, I will show her so many times that the only name leaving her lips is mine, as she screams her orgasms.

“Ok.” I let out a breath as I try to find the words that won’t send her running for the hills. Even though, that doesn’t matter. I enjoy a good chase, and I will go after her. “People aren’t two dimensional, Jaci. I can’t teach you anything you don’t already know from watching movies, reading books, and research. If we do this…” I pause and give her a firm stare, “If we do this, it will be hands-on, do you understand what I’m saying?”

Jaci’s breathing is shallow and coming way too quick. After what she told me about that asshole Josh, I guess I can’t blame her for being afraid.

“If it would help, we can come up with some rules. I will never break any rule you put out there without talking to you about it first.” Usually, I’m not into the whole dominant/submissive lifestyle. I want a good time and hot dirty sex. I don’t need control in the bedroom or out of it. That isn’t me, but if having a few unbreakable rules will help her, and I get sex with the girl I can’t get out of my head, then so be it. Plus, what guy doesn't want a girl, who offers herself up on a platter to be taught how to give and receive pleasure. That’s a temptation no red-blooded male could pass up.

“How far are you inclined to take this?”

“Me? Darlin’ I want you. I’d go all the way if it were up to me, but that’s the thing. It’s not up to me. You can say no at any point. I’ll respect that and stop with no questions asked.”

“What other kinds of rules do you want in place?” I sigh, she is missing the point that this is about what she wants, not what I want. She is going to force me to take the lead on this.

“First and foremost, no means no.” She nods her head adamantly, agreeing. “Second, you have to be honest, Jaci. With yourself and with me. If you like something or want something, be honest and ask for it. If you don’t like something I do to you, you need to be honest with me and not go with it because you think it’s what I want. That’s not how a relationship works, not a good one anyway. Agreed.”

“Yes.” She looks steadier, not so embarrassed or like she is about to pass out.

“Be honest, Jaci. What rule do you want on the list?” The food is left forgotten in front of us.

“Condoms.” She pushes the invisible hair behind her ear and nervously shifts in her seat. “If we go all the way, a condom must be worn at all times.”

“Done. Anything else?” I didn’t miss a beat. I want her to come up with the rules because if they are hers, she’d feel more in control of the situation.

“If we have sex, no other women until this—whatever this is—is over.”

“Let’s start with honesty, Jaci. Be honest with yourself and admit that sex is going to happen with us. You feel it as much as I do.”

“Fine. When we have sex, until we’re over, there will be no other women.” Thank fuck she finally admits sex is going to happen.

“Agreed. Anything else?”

“Yes. No one else will be in the bedroom. No public sex and no cameras of any kind. Also, no pain.”

I take those apart one at a time, “No other man is going to look at your body let alone touch you, so no other people are fine by me. I’m not into having sex in public places. I prefer to take my time, and you can’t do that in a bathroom or fitting room. It’s a shame about the cameras, but I understand why you don’t want that. The only one I want to put in the maybe pile is the pain.” She pales, “Look, I’m not saying I want to whip and chain you because I don’t, but part of this is you being honest and open to new things. If you decide you want to try something I will do my best to accommodate you safely. If I have doubts about your safety, we will shelf it until I can do research. When you’re having sex, pain can enhance the pleasure you feel.”

She visibly swallows hard. Her pupils are huge and her breathing shaky. “I know that in theory from books.”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.” I hold my hand out to her. She looks at it as if it is a snake about to bite her, but then she looks into my eyes. Whatever she sees there, gives her the calm to put her hand in mine. It is a small victory I’m going to hang onto.

“Just relax. I won’t go too far. I promise.” She nods as I pull her into my lap. “If you were to grab my dick unexpectedly and squeeze you could hurt me; but when I’m aroused and hard as fucking stone, the tighter you squeeze my cock, the better it feels. What’s painful without sex is arousing as fuck during.” My lips are just a breath away from hers.

I tilt her chin back to expose her neck for my instruction. “If I were to bite you without any arousal built up, you’d cry out, and it would hurt.” I trail my lips down her neck while flicking my tongue at her racing pulse point. “But if I were to bite you,” I caress her breast with my other hand, and she shudders with excitement. I kiss her neck again. “While you were soaking wet and needy.” Another flick of my tongue against her fluttering veins. “That might just send—” I kiss my way further down towards the hollow of her throat. Her breathing is erratic, and she is clutching my shirt and shoulders in her tight fists. Her eyes are tightly closed, and she is poised, ready to go over, and I haven’t even touched her yet. “You.” Kiss up by the collarbone. I’m confusing her and lulling her into a pit of anticipation with every strategically placed kiss. “Right over.” I finally bite down hard at the same time I pinch her erect nipple.

Jaci comes apart in my arms. Her breathing is choppy, and her body shakes as she whimpers with pleasure. If I put my fingers in her pussy right now, she would be sensitive and wet with her release. Jaci doesn’t realize how hungry her body is for touching. She served a sentence right along with that asshole. Her cage has been the life she denied herself.