bent in the air, the sheet pulled up over her chest, and her hands covering her face. I could see she was still wearing her shirt, but her black leggings were folded on the small table in the corner. I grew hard just imagining what she looked like beneath that white sheet.
I dimmed the lights enough to calm her down, but not too much so that I couldn’t see her and walked to stand behind her head. The table was low so I knelt down to bring my face closer to hers. Her breathing was labored and her body was shaking; I knew she was scared and all I wanted to do was comfort her.
“Hey,” I whispered, resting my chin next to her head and placing a hand on her arm. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
She released a long breath through pursed lips and let her arms fall to her sides, keeping her eyes trained on the ceiling tiles. “I don’t know what I’m feeling. My head is spinning and I think I might throw up.”
I let out a small laugh and then heard Ivy imitate it. “What do you wash your hair with?”
Her face turned to the side in order to see me. “Umm… Pantene. Why?”
“It smells good. Do you use shampoo and conditioner, or the two-in-one?”
Laughter danced in her eyes and a smirk played on her lips. “Shampoo and conditioner.”
I ran my index finger along her bottom lip. “Do you wash it every night?”
“I know what you’re doing, Cade.”
“You have no idea what I’m doing, Ivy.”
“You’re trying to distract me,” she said with a tone full of humor.
“How do you know I’m not trying to distract myself?”
Her smile fell as she studied my eyes. “Why would you need to do that?”
“Because of where you are. Because of what I’m about to have you do. And because it’s going to take everything in me to not take over and do it myself. Because since the club, all I’ve been able to think about is kissing you, feeling you, touching you. But you won’t let me touch you. And now I have to watch your eyes glaze over and your skin turn pink, and settle with the fact that it’s not me doing that to you.”
“Why do you want to touch me?”
I had her full attention by that point, but I needed a minute to compose myself before answering. “It’s not about touching you, Ivy. It’s about what touching you will do to you. It’s about the pleasure you’ll get from it… and I want to be the one to give that to you.”
“What if I get scared?”
“Then you tell me.”
“And you’ll stop?”
My heart rate sped up, causing my head to swim and leaving me dizzy. She was giving me permission to touch her. I hadn’t expected her to relent that soon, give in that fast. But I wasn’t about to argue with her. “I won’t ever do more than you’re comfortable with or more than I think you can handle. Don’t forget, you’re leading this… I’m merely following your directions, both verbal and nonverbal.”
“Wait.” She paused, breathing quickly. “What all are you going to be touching?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like… you’re going to touch me there, right?” she asked as her eyes gestured down her body and I nodded. “But where down there? What all are you going to do to me?”
Ah! I understood what she was asking me. “Ivy, all I’m going to do is touch you. I’m not going to put any part of my body inside of you. Understand? I won’t even go beneath your underwear; is that all right? If I stay on top of your underwear?”
A deep sigh escaped her. “Yes… that’s fine.”
I stood and moved to her side, sitting on the edge of the table next to her. With my hands on her kneecaps, I slowly slid her legs down until they were flat on the padded mattress. Her eyes closed tightly as she tried to calm herself; I could see the deep struggle within her. An overwhelming sense to calm her took hold and I began to lightly run my fingertips along the edges of her face, moving random strands of hair out of the way. I ran my finger up one cheek, over her forehead, down the center of her nose, and over her lips before repeating the step on the other side. Once I finished outlining her face, I trailed my finger lightly down her neck, over her