Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
I nod. "Excellent thinking. Use as many men as you see fit. I trust your judgment." He straightens as if I've given him a prize, and I think again how easy it is to get these men to do what I want. A little praise, a little authority, and they dance to my song as if it was their idea in the first place. I move deeper into the stacks, and see what look like a few magazines. I pick one up and flip through it—
And pause.
The image is a lewd one. It's a drawing of some kind, but the man has his mouth between the female's legs. I stare at it, fascinated. Here I thought the idea of Melina putting her mouth on my cock was shocking. Males put their mouths on the female's cunt? I turn the picture, trying to determine why. Is he breathing in her scent? Is there something going on that I'm unaware of?
"Sir?" Daniels moves to my side and glances over at me, a faint look of amusement on his face. "You can keep that one if you like. I'm sure the men won't mind."
I hold the open book out to him. "Is this common?"
He frowns, his amusement disappearing. "Sir? Is what common?"
"This." I gesture at the picture. "His face…there."
Daniels looks uncomfortable. "I mean, it can be? Not every guy enjoys it, but if you want to please your lady, I don't know a better way of doing it."
I feel as if I have just uncovered some kind of secret. I pull Daniels closer, lowering my voice so no one else can hear me. "Tell me more about this. I am unfamiliar with it."
He squints at me. "Uhhh. I'm not sure what you're asking, sir."
I clench my jaw, frustrated. Do I confess the truth of who I am and hope that Daniels keeps my secret? Or do I let him go on imagining me to be human? He sees that because he wants to, and it lets him trust me. But if I strip all pretense away…? I decide to be vague for now. "The people I grew up with…they did not discuss such things."
His lips part. He thinks for a moment. "Did you grow up in a cult, sir?"
"I don't wish to discuss it."
This seems to answer things for him. A knowing look crosses his face. "I got ya, man. Okay, see." He stabs a finger at the picture. "That man's going down on his lady."
"Going…down." I eye the drawing. "But why?"
Daniels chuckles. "Well, any man's gonna want a girl to go down on him, right? So it's only fair for him to return the favor. Make her feel good, you know? Plus, it's a real turn-on to hear her squirming and panting and knowing that you're doing that to her."
Fascinated, I look at the picture again. Though it's merely a sketch of what humans should be, there's no doubt that the female in the picture is enjoying herself. She's biting her lip and her face is contorted. Much, as I imagine, my face was when Melina put her hand on me. That moment was incredible, and I wonder if it would feel as good for her as it did for me. "It's for her pleasure? Purely for hers?"
"I mean, yeah. Your pleasure comes in knowing how good you made her feel." Daniels grins at me. "I can't think of a woman that doesn't like that sort of thing. I guarantee, if you want your lady purring like a kitten, you go between her thighs and don't come up for air, ever."
This is it. This is the key I need to make Melina fall for me. I nod, closing the book and tucking it under my arm. Then, I give Daniels a sharp look. "If you speak one word of this—"
"Never, sir." He nods at me. "You can trust me."
"Good. Because if I find out you've betrayed that trust, I'll have the dragons roast you alive."
I'm pleased when he pales. I can't get too soft, after all.
Chapter
Twelve
MELINA
Azar is in a weird mood that night at dinner. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's…giddy.
I pick at the cold meat pie on my plate. It's not that I'm not hungry. It's just that Azar's mood is making me curious. I like to think that we've been getting along pretty well in the last few weeks, but I'm a little worried he's going to pull the rug out from under me and change everything. I'm afraid of getting comfortable, but what we've had in the last while is pretty comfortable, which is weird to me. I keep expecting to hate him as much as I did that first day, but the more time I spend with him, the harder it is to abhor him. I'm starting to understand how his mind works.