GENESIS
"Tell me if it hurts, princess," Kier said softly as he slowly applied the white paste on me. I shivered at the cold texture, an d his eyes snapped up to meet mine, clouded with worry.
"Does it hurt?" he asked again, but before I could answer, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss at the top of my pussy. My eyes went wide, and my leg instinctively snapped shut, trapping his head between my legs.
He chuckled lowly. "Looks like someone wants me to lick the pain away."
Realizing what I'd done, I quickly spread my legs open again. He chuckled deeper and looked up at me, but I shook my head fiercely. That was gross—he shouldn't put his mouth there.
"Why the shocked face, princess? Never experienced cunnilingus before?" His perfectly arched brow rose high, and I frowned.
Cunni... What was that?
How did he say it?
I reached for my notepad and pencil lying beside me, feeling his gaze on me, his hand gripping my thigh tightly, warmth radiating between my legs.
Quickly, I scribbled:
WHAT'S THAT?
I flipped the page toward him. He stared at it for a few seconds, then looked back at me with a smile.
He rubbed the white paste gently around me. I didn't know what it was for, but one of the workers had brought it to soothe the redness and swelling. It stung a little when my legs rubbed together, but strangely, I liked it. It reminded me of him — which was exactly what he wanted.
Since... We went at it until early morning.
He started explaining, "Cunnilingus is when a partner uses their mouth on a woman's genitals. Instead of my hand fingering your pretty pussy, I use my mouth. I kiss it, lick it..." His hand moved slowly over me, and heat rushed to my face.
Why would anyone do that? That sounds dirty. But... wait, we already did something like that before.
"It feels good — not as good as my dick inside you, though. But do you like that?" He stared up at me with that intense look, and I looked away, staring at the wall, unsure what to say. It was weird but felt really good.
He laughed, but it wasn't mocking. He seemed... happy. "Judging by that expression, no one's ever done that to you aside from me?"
He sat up from between my legs and grabbed my jaw, turning my face to meet his gaze, but I couldn't hold it. I shook my head.
"That's good," he said. "Because if someone had, I would've..." His words trailed off. I turned to him, sensing there was something he wanted to say.
But I didn't know how to ask.
Instead, we just stared at each other until the next question caught me off guard.
"Who was your first?"
What?
He repeated, "Who took my princess's virginity? Just curious."
Virginity? It sounded close to "virginal." That's what he called pussy.
But what did it really mean?
Confused, I blinked and furrowed my brows. I reached for my notepad again. Kier didn't stop me. He watched silently, his eyes dark and unreadable as I quickly wrote:
WHAT IS IT?
I turned the page toward him. He stared at it, his gaze blank for a moment. Then something softened in his expression—maybe sadness?
"You really don't know?" he whispered, more to himself than me. "Fuck, what did they..." He stopped himself again.
I tilted my head, waiting.
He sighed and brushed his fingers lightly over my knee. "Virginity means... the first time you have sex. It's... something some people make a big deal about. The first person who enters you." His fingers pressed lightly against my inner thigh, close but not touching.
His eyes rose to meet mine, quiet and serious now. "So… did anyone do that? Before me?"
I froze. My fingers twitched over the notepad, but I didn't write a word.
Because the truth was… I didn't want him to know that.
But of course, I remembered. Touches. Hands. Pain. Cold tables. Their faces. Shadows and whispers. The pounding of my own heartbeat in the dark.
But did it count? Was that what he meant?
Kier saw it all in my eyes—the way my chest rose a little faster, the slight tremble of my lips, even though no sound came out.
He reached out and pulled me gently to him, resting my head against his chest. His hand cradled the back of my neck, protective now, but he said nothing. I pressed my face into his chest, my hand clutching his shirt tightly.
"I'll make sure anyone who ever touches you pays. No hands but mine will ever be on you," he promised.
I closed my eyes tight. He couldn't promise that—but what could I say? I stayed wrapped in his warmth, in arms I never thought I'd feel safe in.
But I did. I felt safe. Loved. And that's when I knew— I really, really liked my husband.
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"What are you doing in there, kitten? I'm going to come in," Kier called softly from behind the door.
I looked away from the bottle in my hand and toward the door. The urge to pour it down the drain was strong, but I couldn't bring myself to.
So, I opened it, tipped the bottle, and let some of the liquid touch my lips. Another knock came at the door, and I quickly covered the bottle, then slipped it into my skirt, tucking it near my panties. I carried it carefully—I didn't want anyone finding it and reporting to Kier or his father, or worse… Kier finding it himself.
Just as I rinsed my mouth, the door opened. I turned to look at him, offering a small smile. He looked amused and curious.
He stepped inside. "What were you doing?"
My heart thumped in my chest as I smiled. I hoped he didn't suspect anything.
"If you keep smiling like that," he teased, wrapping a hand around my waist, "you'll only tempt me…"
I pushed lightly against his hand, trying to keep him from feeling the bottle hidden there. Thankfully, he didn't notice.
I shook my head.
He chuckled and kissed my neck, then my cheek. I squirmed a little—it tickled.
Then he pulled back slightly. "Let's go. Your new tutor is here."
I nodded, and with his hand resting at the small of my back, he led me out of the room.
But as we walked, a sudden sharp pain stabbed through my lower stomach.