Swift, I pinch her nipple and her eyes fly open. “You are to tell me the truth at all times.” I grab her by the waist and turn her so she’s facing me, straddling my hips, looking me right in the eyes.

Panting, words tumble from her mouth. “Sometimes. Sometimes I’d try to distract myself, reading or watching TV. But sometimes…” She trails off, still not telling me everything.

“Tell me every naughty secret you have. I need to know it all.” I pinch her nipple, swollen and sensitive, then give it a slap with my palm. She stiffens against me, arching back, gasping at my demands. I can feel a drip of arousal along my thigh.

“Sometimes I couldn’t help it,” she whines. “I couldn’t sleep. I had to do it.”

“Naughty.” I pry her thighs apart with my strong hands, holding her open so I can see how wet she is. “Naughty girl.”

“Oh.” She moans and twists in my grip, writhing in sweet agony. I know she’s embarrassed, but I can also tell she’s electrified, as if she’s been waiting her whole life for someone to call her out like this. Someone to find out what she really wants. What she needs and deserves.

“No secrets from me, Olivia. I’m going to know the real you. Everything about you.”

“Yes, I want that. No one ever has.” She reels from my demands, flushed and breathless.

Down between her quivering thighs, her pussy is pink and juicy wet. “You need to be touched, don’t you baby.”

“Oh, yes, Knox, please.” I love to hear her ask, and so nicely, too. But I’m not going to do it yet.

I remove my fingers from her breasts. “Show me.”

“What?” Her eyes open wide.

“Show me how you touch yourself.”

“I can’t.” She starts to close her legs, self-conscious and shy.

But I grasp her thighs in my large palms, forcing them open. “Yes, you can. And you will.”

Biting her lip, slow and shy, she brings her fingers down to her pussy. As she makes contact, she sucks in her breath. Her head tilts back a fraction of an inch as her fingers slide along her slick sex.

“It feels good when you touch yourself, doesn’t it?” I ask in a husky whisper, drugged by what I’m watching.

“Yes,” she moans. Her nipples are so hard and ripe, her pussy dripping.

“You’re a very sexual person, Olivia.” She pauses as if caught, as if I’ve spoken a hidden secret she’s worked hard to keep. “Has that made you ashamed?”

She buries her head in the nook of my neck. “Yes,” she whispers.

I take her chin and make her look up at me. “I did not tell you you could stop.” Arousal sparks in her eyes at my demand, and she starts again, her fingers disappearing in and out of her pussy, the rhythm picking up. Now that she’s complying again, I stroke her hair, cup her breast, run my fingers along the curve of her hips. “Never be ashamed of your sexuality. Not with me. With me you reveal everything.”

“Yes,” she exhales, panting, needing release.

She’s so beautiful, fucking herself with her fingers, using her thumb to give her clit some extra stimulation. I watch every movement. “Have you ever shown anyone how you touch yourself?”

“Oh, no!” Her eyes fly open at the shameful thought. Her fingers slow and almost stop, but she remembers her orders and eases again into a rhythm.

“But you show me.” I caress her with my voice, my hands. “You show me everything.” I roll her nipple between my fingers. She’s working herself, rocking into it, biting her lower lip. Getting close.

“That’s enough,” I command. Her hand stills. Her eyes fly open, startled, almost as if she’d forgotten she had an audience.

“I’m going to lay you down on the bed,” I explain to her in a careful, clear voice. “You’re going to lie on your back and hold your knees with your hands so I can get a good look at what’s mine.”

She whimpers against me, hiding her face in embarrassment. I capture her chin, tilting her face up. She looks so lovely, a mixture of innocence, embarrassment and fear mingled with intense arousal. “No secrets.”

With a small nod, she agrees.

“Good girl. Now you go get into position, like I told you.” I help her rise. Her body is quaking, her emotions running wild. I like her this way. Everything I do to her, everything she feels will be more intense.

She crosses the room and the sight of her naked, walking toward the bed to comply with my demands has me so rock hard I take a second before I stand. She turns toward me at the foot of the bed, sitting down hesitantly. After a quick, bashful glance, she moves up further on the mattress.

“That’s it,” I encourage. She lies down. I nearly hold my breath watching her submit, wondering if she’ll do it on the first try. She’s got to be overcoming a hell of a lot of voices in her head. Her fear of men. Her fear of me.

But, slowly, the miracle happens. She inches up her knees, first one, then the other. That initial glimpse of her pussy, bared to me by her choice, stirs something deep within me.

I’m at the foot of the bed in a heartbeat. “Spread.” I growl, towering above her. She has her eyes closed, her head turned to the side. I’ll let her stay that way, preserve her modesty in that small measure. For now. As long as she complies.

Slowly, she wraps one hand around one knee, then the other, spreading her thighs up and out so I can see everything. My breath hisses out and I fall to my knees to worship at her altar. Her sweet, innocent pussy no man has touched but me. Glistening and wet, her lips are swollen.

“Please,” she whimpers, squirming and nervous under my conquering stare. “We shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be doing this.”

I scent her like an animal. “It’s just you and me in the woods. There is no shouldn’t.”

“Uh!” She twists, skittish and shy.

Her pussy is like a ripe peach, dripping with juices down her ass crack. “I’m going to give you what you need.” I fall on her, ravenous. Syrupy sweet, sticky and feminine, I groan as I swirl my tongue, wanting to coat it, craving every last drop. She gasps and starts to close her thighs. Rough, I press them open again, holding her spread wide.

“Look at me,” I demand, seated between her legs.

She tilts her head up, looking at me with wide, wild eyes. “I’m going to eat this juicy cunt. And you’re going to cum in my mouth. Because you’re mine.”

I descend on her like a beast, licking, sucking, barely any technique in my blind need to feast on her. She’s shaking and moaning, quaking under my tongue. When she explodes in my mouth I roar, drinking and sucking, claiming and owning.

And I don’t stop. I stay between her legs even as she goes limp and sated, post-orgasm. Even as her thighs drop open from release, I gently fasten her like that with my rough palms, nosing her, burying myself in her scent. Slowly, reading her responses, letting her relax, first I clean her with my tongue, licking her inner thighs. Then I return to her core.

“What—?” She gasps when I start again in earnest, this time building it in her, coaxing it out, forcing her with my tongue toward arousal once again.

“More,” I growl, sinking into her, letting my teeth graze her clit, clutching her plush ass in my large palms. This time around I go slower, savoring every lick, reading and responding to every sigh, every quiver. I revel in each quick intake of breath, signaling I’ve found a new, sensitive, vulnerable, pleasure spot. I exploit them all, holding her wide open, exploring with my lips, my tongue.

Right as she’s at the brink yet again, I pull back, blowing air on her quivering, wet pussy. She moans and bucks toward me. I smile, knowing she’s learning so quickly what she needs, what I alone can give her.

“What do you need, baby?” I watch her squirming beneath my mouth, her pussy begging for me. But that’s not enough. I need to hear her words, her confession.

“Please, Knox.” The sound of my name from her lips, panted like that, makes me growl with possession. I’ll make her scream my name again and again. But she needs to be more specific.

“You need to tell me what you need,” I growl.

“Please let me cum,” she begs, naked and desperate on the bed before me.

I descend on her, my mouth answering her request, taking her higher, higher until the wave crests and she creams in my mouth, giving me the sweetest feast of my life. She convulses and screams in abandon, pulling at my hair. I don’t let up. I have no mercy, driving my tongue into her again and again as she gasps and coos, finally collapsing back against the bed.

I lie next to her, pulling her against my chest, her soft cheek against my beating heart as she drifts asleep. She’s so young, almost 10 years younger than me. In the last decade I’ve seen way too much, watched life leave the bodies of far too many. Maybe in some alternate reality Olivia might have met a carefree guy her same age, someone she could chill with. Together they might have played video games and posted on social media, muddling through the years of early adulthood.

But that’s not what happened. Olivia crossed my path instead. Now, for better or worse, she’s with me. Against my chest, naked and sated, a smile on her sweet, sleeping face, this is where she belongs. This is where she’ll stay.