It was too much. All too much. I stood with my mouth hanging open, watching him take out his cock. It was too much. Too big to ever fit inside me. Shit, I’d never had anything inside me…

But I couldn’t look anywhere else. He held it in his hand, the head round and dark. Then he stroked it, from base to tip and it got even darker. The whole time his eyes never left mine. And I never stopped touching myself. I couldn’t stop.

I felt my pussy clench as I worked myself. I should be embarrassed, I thought crazily. But I’m here letting a man watch me masturbate. And I think I like it.

The whole evening had been charged with sex. At first it had just terrified me, and I’d never have imagined it would arouse me. But the truth was that it had.

I flashed to the man who’d drunk brandy from a girl’s body and my hand sped up on its own. I could feel my breasts bouncing with the motion of my arm. They were sensitive as hell, needy too, from my own touch. And from Kaine’s.

“Remember…” I watched his mouth form the words, and could almost feel them on mine. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to feel all of him… What would his cock feel like in my hand… or inside me?

“Take yourself only to the edge, sweetheart. You will stop before you let yourself climax.”

I bit into my lip, determined to do what he told me. Maybe he was going to fuck me then… when I was right there… so ready… I could feel myself lengthening inside, preparing to take him. I felt my walls clench against emptiness and was suddenly eager to lose that feeling. I wanted to be filled. And I wanted Kaine to be the man who filled me.

I watched his body, rocking with the movement of his own hand. It was almost violent. I loved the feeling that I was responsible. That he could be so turned on just by watching me. I felt my clit throb in response as the electricity started at the base of my spine. I closed my eyes and sucked a sudden breath…

“No.”

I heard him say the word. It seemed to come from far away. But the shock of his hand catching mine and pulling it away brought me back. My eyes shot open. He was next to me in the water, my hand a prisoner in his grip. I felt dizzy, the blood pounding in my head, a rushing sound in my ears. Every nerve was alive and tingling. It was like being on fire… without burning.

“Put your hands on me,” he said, his voice deep and harsh. “But don’t stroke me, sweetheart. Just hold me… while I touch you…”

I reached out, gasping as I took him. He was still dressed, his clothes soaking wet. Only his naked cock stood upright, waiting for me. I wrapped my hands around his length and felt him pulsing, his cock brutally hard but the skin shocking smooth and velvety. I watched as a thick drop of fluid formed at the tip. I was holding hard proof in my hands… of this man’s desire for me.

Kaine dropped his lips to mine, opening my mouth to his. His tongue explored as he kissed me and his fingers pressed against my aching clit, wet from the pool and slick with need. He slipped his finger between my folds and I moved my legs apart willingly. It was big, but nothing like the size of his cock. Oh, god, if his finger felt this good…

He worked me with his thumb as he plunged his finger deep inside, over and over. I could feel his cock pounding in my hands, but it was his hands on me that I was lost in. They had become my entire world… He was pushing and pulling, stroking and kneading. He took my bottom lip in his teeth…

And just as I thought I couldn’t bear it, I felt everything shatter around me, and inside me. I exploded in a rush of color and sound, my heart pounding, my clit swelling hard against his fingers. It washed over me in hot, wet waves and I heard him say my name, cradling me in his arms. His fingers never stopped, and they pulled sensation from me relentlessly. He was thrusting in deep and pulling back. He’s fucking me with his hand, I thought, giving up to him. I was helpless and my body moved with a mind all its own. I fell back, utterly lost…

“Ahhh, sweetheart…” I heard him close to me. “My beautiful sweet girl.”

I opened my eyes to him. He was holding me on his lap. We were still in the water and I was limp in his arms. He reached for a towel.

“Can you stand?” he asked softly, helping me toward the edge of the pool. I nodded and climbed the stairs, grateful for the warmth of the room.

“Here,” he said, rising out of the water to stand next to me. He wrapped the towel around me and reached for another, wrapping it around his own shoulders. “Let’s get you dry and into bed.”

He led me into the adjoining bedroom and toweled me dry. He disappeared for a moment, into the bathroom, and came back wrapped on a thick cotton robe. I felt warm and strange inside. Nothing about this night was like I imagined it would be.

This man was kind to me. Kind and giving. And in spite of the fact that I was still reeling from my orgasm, I knew deep down that it had only heightened my desire, not released it. Kaine still hadn’t come. I could see he was still huge under the robe and I felt myself grow wet inside all over again, knowing what was going to happen next. When we climbed under the sheets together… What we’d already done had only been a taste. These were feelings I’d never had in my life… and I wanted more…

Kaine pulled the covers back, lifted me in his arms and slid me under. Then he pulled them back up around my chin, smiling strangely as he tucked me in.

“I want you to sleep, Grace,” he said softly. “Tomorrow we have a long day ahead of us.”

I watched in disbelief as he walked to the door and switched off the lights. He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the enormous bed.