A Girl Like You by vinnie Kinsella (good books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) 📕

erect and left little pink marks when they came off.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it, honey.”

His praise was sweet like rain.

“Another thing I need to know. Do you look at porn?”

Hmm. Should I tell him about my interest in Tumblr, and in particular, the elegant black and white photos involving a woman’s mouth and a penis?

“I’m sure you do,” Daniel chided. “Admit it.”

“OK, I’ll admit it.”

“Tumblr?”

“How did you know?” I was worried that, among other things, he’d become able to read my mind.

“I doubt you watch bondage videos or anything hard-core. I see you more as a Tumblr woman.”

I lay down on my bed, waiting for what he would say next.

“So here’s what I want: send me links to the images that get you going.”

“LOL. Get me going?”

“The ones that make you wet.”

Well there it was, right out on the table. He couldn’t be clearer.

“What gets you hard?”

“You,” he texted simply, seconds later.

It was exactly the answer I was looking for.

74

By Friday, we needed to see each other as soon as possible, which meant one of us would drive to see the other Saturday.

Daniel volunteered.

“Do you want to have dinner together?” I asked Daniel.

“I was thinking more like breakfast.”

“What time are you planning to leave your house?”

“6:00 a.m.”

I laughed. “Ian is going camping with his father for the weekend, and I don’t think he’s leaving till 9:00. Can you hold off until then?”

Saturday morning, I helped Ian pack up his gear.

“You trying to rush me out, Mom?” Ian said as he shouldered his backpack.

“Why would you say that?” I asked, my voice sounding a bit too high in pitch.

“No reason,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Do something fun this weekend.”

I planned to.

Twenty minutes later, Daniel pulled up to the sidewalk in a silver Cadillac Escalade.

Thankfully, he looked exactly like his photos, although his face wasn’t stern, because he was clearly so pleased to see me. He had dark-brown eyes and very fine features that reminded me of someone in a painting, because the lines of his nose and chin were so elegantly sculpted. He was about 5’ 11”, very fit of course, with strong, broad shoulders and lean muscles in his arms. His hands were long-fingered, with the same fine bone structure as his face.

To me, he was amazing.

I’d made coffee and gone for a quick trip to Brew Coffee for fresh pastries.

“I can’t believe you’re really here, in my house,” I said nervously as we sat down in the kitchen.

“So what do you think?” He drummed his long fingers on the table.

I tipped my head to one side the way Penny does when she’s thinking.

“Not too shabby. Nice, actually.” Daniel smiled. “You don’t look like someone who bosses women around.”

“You just never know, do you?”

“Do you ever get nervous?” I asked nervously.

“No. Are you ready to take me to your bedroom?”

“So much for small talk.”

“Are you ready?” he asked again.

“Oh, I’m ready.”

“This is cute,” he said, looking around my room. “Now take your clothes off for me.”

“Are you undressing too?”

“No. Not yet.”

I tried to hide my disappointment.

“Where are they?” he asked.

“Where are what?”

“You know what I’m asking about.”

I did know. I reached into my nightstand drawer and took out a fabric pouch holding the dozen wooden clothespins. “Here they are.”

Daniel’s smile deepened “Did you try them more than once?”

“Yes.”

“Take your clothes off for me.”

I debated a slow strip dance, but in truth I was out of my clothes in less than a minute, throwing everything in a heap on the floor.

“Good girl. Now lie down,” he said, holding out his hands.

I stretched out on my back and handed him the clothespins. “Be gentle,” I said.

“Is that how you want me to be?”

“Yes. You need to be careful with me.”

Daniel ran his hands over my neck and chest, almost tickling, until my nipples were hard, then carefully clamped each one. He looked very serious.

“I’m going to hold you down now,” Daniel said calmly. “And as much as you struggle, you won’t get away, because I’m far more powerful than you.”

He held my arms over my head, pushing me down. I closed my eyes. Daniel grazed my neck with his mouth, then used his teeth to bite gently on my skin in a way that might leave a small mark.

“I’m going to let you go, but keep your hands over your head,” he directed. “And don’t move, or I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

I did as he said. It was thrilling.

“These are so pretty,” he said, touching the clothespins on my nipples.

“Thank you,” I said, eyes still closed.

He grazed the tips of his fingers up and down the insides of my arms, then bent his head and used his teeth to tug at one of the clothespins, making my nipple twist a bit.

“Ouch,” I whispered, opening my eyes.

“You can handle it,” he said, running his hands across my waist and down.

My eyes were still closed, but I could feel Daniel pulling at one of the clothespins with his teeth, opening the clamps, then the release of pressure as he pulled it off. The nipple stung a bit and was swollen and sore, as if it had been lightly bitten. I felt him move down the bed and all in one movement pushing my knees wider apart and up, so I was completely open to him, which could be awkward but wasn’t.

“Hold still,” he told me, and I did.

I felt his warm breath between my legs and fought the urge to squirm, waiting for his tongue to touch me. Instead, I felt a sudden, firm pressure directly on my clit, and it wasn’t the sensation of being sucked, stroked or licked; it was a tight, snug squeeze that didn’t release.

“Open your eyes.”

Daniel had pulled my hips up onto his lap so my pelvis was elevated and open, my legs spread so I had a clear vision of my engorged pink clit, clamped by the clothespin. It was throbbing, a hot little pulse mimicking the rolling waves of orgasm. The sensation was