Protege(43)

Her heart raced with mixed emotion over being shared. “Yes, Sir.”

He shifted, resting his palms on the arm of his chair and studied her silently for a moment. “Do you recall losing your virginity, peach?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me how it happened.”

Her mind traveled back, picturing that long-forgotten day. “I was fifteen. He was my neighbor at the time. I’d met him the first day I moved in with that family and he seemed to always convince me to come into his house, even though my foster parents at the time thought I was visiting his little sister. We would kiss and then as time went on we did more.”

“Describe more.”

“He wanted to see my breasts.”

“So you showed him?”

She’d never been a small-chested girl. It seemed the year her breasts developed, her body changed overnight. Boys started looking at her differently and she liked the attention, always hoped it would develop into affection, but it never did. Time and time again, boys would ask her to show her breasts, and like an unteachable glutton for attention, she eventually did. As she got older, she became more brazen, and turned the single request into a game of tit for tat.

“Yes, but only when he agreed to show me his penis.”

He chuckled. “Curious little thing you were. Did you suck his cock when he showed you?”

“No. He asked me to, but I said no.”

“Why?”

“It intimidated me. I could barely touch it, but then . . . I couldn’t stop thinking about it. For weeks I wondered why I didn’t do what he asked.”

“Did you eventually?”

She swallowed, recalling that day. “Yes.”

“And what happened?”

“We were in his basement playing video games. He went to get something when it was my turn. I was playing and all the sudden he came up behind me and grabbed my breast. When I turned, his penis was out. He told me to open my mouth and . . . I did.”

“Do you like being told what to do?”

Her sex throbbed, wakening with need. “Yes, Sir. I suppose I do.”

“Did you like sucking his cock?”

“Yes. I did it every day after school for a long time.”

“Until he f*cked you.”

Her inflated bravado was pierced by the cold conclusion that never changed. “Yes. And then I became the conquest he subjugated, and he never asked me over anymore.”

“Never?”

Her gaze lowered to the floor. “Once in a while he’d stop by, talk for a minute or two, and then ask for oral sex.” But it was never the same once she’d given him everything. The attention she savored had fractured into a portion of what it once was. Like everything else in her life, once she had something, it eventually faded away.

“What changed?”

Lingering shame and confusion dwelled inside her as she tried to make sense of the memory for the little girl who never quite understood why it had to end. “I think I started to care for him and he only cared about the pleasure. Eventually I was placed with a different family, so it didn’t matter anyway.”

Jude was silent as her confession settled in. It hurt to hear the truth she’d carried around for so many years. After a while, he asked, “How much time passed before you had sex again?”

“About a year. He was my high school boyfriend.”

“Why did you break up?”

She shrugged. “We were getting older, but not growing as a couple. It always felt like we were attending functions, but sitting perfectly still. I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“Did he ever tell you to open your mouth and force his cock down your throat?”

Her sex twitched. “No.”

“Was he a gentle lover, Collette?”

Her eyes met his, a warm sense of understanding stealing over her, as he seemed to accept why her past relationship failed and recognize it as an acceptable reason. “Yes, painfully so.”

“Interesting term you use—painfully. He was so gentle it pained you.” He rephrased the statement to himself, tapping his chin as he let the summation sink in. “Has anyone ever held you down and f*cked you hard?”

Her cheeks heated. “You did, Sir.”

He chuckled. “That wasn’t hard, sweetheart, but good to know where we stand on perspective. Take out my cock.”

Her sex contracted, a chain reaction of need and desire colliding low in her belly as she slowly rose to her knees. The white-gold bracelet jangled like a small bell on a kitten collar as she carefully unclasped his belt. He made no move to grant her easy access. His elbows rested on the chair, his jaw balancing in the cradle of his fingers.

Parting his pants, she considered his briefs and the obstacle they posed. If he stood, this would be easier. Finding the seam of his black shorts, she slid her fingers inside and found him semierect and warm. She carefully guided him out of his briefs and looked up for instruction.

“Open your mouth.”

Her * gushed as her jaw widened. His hand slid behind her neck and brought her mouth down on his thick cock, not letting her up as he filled her, pressing his cock to the back of her throat.

“That’s it, peach. Relax.”

Her shoulders tightened with tension as he lengthened and pressed deeper into her mouth. She shifted to lift her head, but he increased the pressure on the back of her neck.