What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [44]
So he pressed on, intent on forcing the pleasure to overpower the stigma of having strangers in the room. Intent on overcoming many other stigmas, too, but this was the one on his mind as he gently cupped the sides of both her breasts, raking his thumbs over those beaded nipples, a hint of their dark color visible through the layers of pale yellow. She sucked in her breath, sighed audibly. The fact that she willingly met his gaze the whole time caused a soft pride to swell inside him.
“You have perfect tits,” he said, not sure if he was being himself or the sheik. Another instance when the answer was: most likely both. Despite the staggering number of female breasts he’d seen in his life, he’d fallen in lust with hers last night. Although he’d known her bra size from her profile, they’d appeared plumper, rounder, than he’d expected, and now, it was important for her to know how lovely they were.
She flushed a bit more, but managed to say, “I’m . . . glad they please you.”
And he smiled darkly, gratified that she was getting into this, slowly but surely. “They’ll soon please me much more. You’ll please me much more. Won’t you, slave girl?”
“Yes,” she murmured, appearing breathless, still nervous—but that was okay. “I . . . wish to please you.”
“Good little sex slave,” he fawned.
Then he tweaked her nipples lightly, making her let out a pretty whimper, and glanced to his right. “Barbie, Sasha, come here.” It was time to turn things up a notch and hope she didn’t freak out.
Both girls complied, one kneeling on each side of him so that they all faced Jenna.
“Look at our new harem girl. Isn’t she lovely? Doesn’t she have beautiful tits?” His hands still framed them loosely.
Barbie answered first, casting Jenna a warm smile. “Very lovely indeed.”
“Mmm, sumptuous,” Sasha purred.
“I wish to kiss her neck,” he announced then. “Move beside her and draw her hair back from her shoulders.”
Sasha and Barbie obeyed—and Jenna’s eyes filled with uncertainty.
Yet as he placed one palm at the curve of her waist and leaned in to lower a gentle kiss to her neck, he felt her relax. In reaction to the second kiss, she even sighed. Inwardly, he smiled, sizzling with anticipation now—and despite her shyness, he began to feel more assured she would let his will be done.
As he skimmed his touch over her shoulder, her arm, he delivered more kisses—and she leaned her head back to accept them, letting out more pretty sighs in response. Did she notice when more light caresses came on her shoulders as his own descended, grazing over her breasts to the soft skin below? Did it dawn on her that he couldn’t touch her in that many places with only two hands?
Her eyes had closed, but he didn’t reprimand her, not yet—because she was doing surprisingly well, his Little Miss Sunshine.
When he relinquished kissing her neck and shoulders, he said, “Sasha, Barbie—last night, our new slave girl indulged in activities that might have left her back aching, so I want you both to massage her.”
Jenna didn’t even appear dismayed when the girls did as instructed, Barbie beginning to knead her neck and shoulders as Sasha’s palms molded to lower areas of her back. But she did open her eyes, meet his gaze, appearing languid and acceptant.
“Relax and enjoy, slave girl. Let this soothe your tensions,” he said. Then he turned to Kirsten, who sat waiting behind him. “Pour Jenna more wine.”
A moment later, Jenna accepted the ceramic cup willingly, taking a sip.
Good, he thought. This was going extremely well. It should, of course—he had years of experience at this. But given that Jenna was such an unusual case, he hadn’t been as confident of the outcome as he normally would.
When Jenna finished her wine, he motioned for Kirsten to pour still more. Sasha and Barbie continued rubbing her back, deeply, occasionally causing a small moan to erupt from Jenna’s throat. And elsewhere in the room, his other harem girls persisted