Curio by Cara McKenna Read Free Book Online

his ear, speaking softly. “Tell me how you think it might be, if you took me.” It would be right here, I thought, in this bed. We were so close. All it would take was his strong, slow hands stripping my clothes away, the shifting of his body to cover mine.
    He ran his hand lightly along the underside of his shaft. “We would do nothing, until you were ready. Wet and trembling for it. Then I’d go slow, sinking inside you, holding back each inch until you asked for more.”
    I swallowed. “You’re on top?”
    “Yes.”
    Good. That was how I’d imagined it, too.
    “Then when you told me to, I’d start moving. Still slow. Until you were right there with me, wanting it.”
    I watched Didier’s powerful arm, the elegant twitch of his tendons as he stroked.
    “Do you touch yourself?” he asked. “When you’re alone?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I would have you do that, while I made love to you. It would feel so amazing, your body tensing around me as you took pleasure from both of us. Not just to be the one who had you first, but to know you enjoyed it. That’s what I want. To give you the satisfying experience so few actually get their first time.”
    “Does it turn you on, being my first?”
    “Yes, it does.” His hand seemed to speed at the thought.
    “I’m afraid it might ruin me, to have someone as beautiful as you. I’m not sure how I’d be able to date anyone, even after I got my first experience out of the way. I don’t think anyone could ever measure up.”
    “I’m only a man.”
    Oh, but he’s so much more than that.
    “And you said, getting this experience ‘out of the way’. If it were up to me, that’s not how it would be. I would want you to feel that all this waiting was the right decision. Utterly worth it.”
    “It will be. But I am eager to finally, you know. Join the club, I guess.”
    Didier smiled, an odd tweak of his lips. His hand paused and he looked right into my eyes. “You make it sound so ordinary.”
    “No, if it really were just ordinary to me, I’d have done it years ago. But you know. I’m nearly thirty. I want to have a lover, like everyone else seems to.”
    His smile deepened. “And you chose me?”
    I nodded, feeling shy. I looked back to his hand and he resumed the show.
    Didier’s voice softened and his eyes shut. “I want to spoil you, if you decide you want me. Anything you wish to do with me, you only have to ask.”
    “Your other clients…” I thought it would hurt, to remember that so many women had had this man and his extraordinary body, but it only filled me with hot, antsy curiosity.
    “Yes?”
    “What sorts of things do they like to do with you? Do they want romance, like being seduced? Or are they aggressive?”
    “Every woman has different needs and desires and secret curiosities. Some want it to feel like a date, and to be seduced, yes. Others want to be in complete control.”
    “Do you ever get tied down or anything?”
    “Yes, I’ve done that. I will do nearly anything. Anything but physically hurt a woman, or be hurt myself—enough to scar. But I’ve been tied. I’ve been spanked, and done that for others. I’ve had clients who want me to get them drunk and take them to bed against their seeming wishes, so they can imagine letting a man take advantage of them. So they won’t feel guilt over having desires. And I have clients who like to treat me as their slave, order me around and demean me.”
    “And you don’t mind?”
    Another mysterious smile. “I love indulging a woman’s fantasies. No matter what they are.”
    “Even being demeaned? What do they do to you that’s degrading?”
    “Well, it’s not degrading, because it’s all an act. But sometimes they talk down to me, call me a whore, reduce me to a hard cock, a servant. I love to be whatever a woman wants, so it turns me on. Some want the opposite, to be the one who’s ordered. But I’ve done many things. I’ve been bound and gagged and sodomized.”
    “Oh.