Initiate Me(8)By: Elle Raven
I gave her a sceptical look. “I need more information, Mia. Is there a reason you’re telling me this information and why me?”
“Well...there is, but I'm too embarrassed to divulge that information."
"I'm a virgin."
Jesus fucking Christ!
“You are joking with me, right?”
“I wish. Just forget it. Forget I even asked you anything at all." She tried to make a run for it, but I grabbed her by her waist before she could escape.
“Where the hell do you think you're going after dropping a bombshell like that? Get back here, now. There is a lot we need to discuss."
"Fine. But can we go somewhere a bit more private, please?"
I led her down the darkened corridor to a small lounge area. “Now tell me, angel – by a virgin, you mean you've never had sex with a man, but you have done some other things, right?"
She didn't answer me.
"Mia, answer me. Have you ever been with a man before, or are you willing to spread your legs for me and only me?"
The muscle in my jaw snapped. I opened my mouth to speak and quickly closed it shut again until I finally questioned her 'Yes' response.
“Yes, what, angel? You saying yes you've been with a man, or that yes I'm the lucky bastard who’s going to nail you first.”
She nodded in agreement and whispered nervously, “Yes to the last one.”
“Holy fuck. You sure know how to get a man hot under the collar. Do you know how that makes me feel, knowing no man has ever ventured—”
“Stop." She threaded shaky fingers through her glorious mane of silky, dark hair. "Look, let’s both forget I even asked you anything. You don't have to say yes, you know."
My lips curled oh-so-slowly, in a decidedly predatory grin. “Here’s the deal, angel face. What if I want to say yes?"
Mia blushed and froze.
I pulled her into my chest and placed my mouth to her ear. “Before I agree to be your so-called teacher, I need to ask you a few questions. You okay with that?"
I felt the tightening of her nipples against my chest and I could tell she was aroused and affected by me.
“What sort of questions?"
“Number one: I know you've had a strict Italian upbringing. So if you think saving yourself for me is going to get you what Max and Jada had today then you're wrong, angel. Happily-ever-after is not my thing. I don’t do marriage."
“I’m not looking for that. I never mentioned marriage.”
“Good.” I sighed into her hair. “Then why are you innocent, Mia? You are hot as fuck and I've seen men flock around you all the time. So what gives?"
She didn't answer me, only tilted her head and rubbed herself against me like a Cheshire cat.
"Hello, Earth to Mia. You ever going to answer me, angel?”
“Well, I've got a question for you. Since when did you ever consider me to be hot as fuck?"
I laughed softly, squeezing her sexy arse. “You got me there, baby.”
“See, you've always avoided me. But now all of a sudden, I'm hot as fuck and you consider me sexy. You tell me what gives? I've been too busy busting my butt studying the last few years and I've...I've never wanted to be with a guy before, and it took a lot of courage for me to confide that to you. I'm embarrassed."
"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. But I still don’t get why you chose me. With all those young guys at university that you study with—”
She jack-knifed out of my arms. “Stop treating me like a child, Zane! It's either a yes or a no. I've told you, you can say no but please do not try to convince me that any other guy will do. Say no if you don't want me."
“I never said I didn't want you. I want you, angel, like you wouldn't fucking believe it. All I want to know is if this is the real deal and you're not propositioning me because of too much alcohol.”
“I'm not drunk! It’s not the alcohol talking. It's me...Mia."
“Well, in that case, angel, you're better get used to my body being close to yours." I pulled her even closer. “Get used to having my hands on you all the time. Everywhere."
She shivered in my arms. "I think I can get used to that quite easily."
“Good. Now, how much experience did you say you had?” I questioned her carefully, worried she'd fly off the handle again.
“You sure ask a lot of questions.”
“And I expect an answer to every damn one.” My lips brushed her temple. “Tell me where else you’ve been kissed, Mia.” My hand slipped up her waist to her ribcage, my thumb lightly stroking the bottom swell of her breast before sweeping higher, across her nipple, until it puckered under my touch. “Has a man ever kissed your nipples?”