Selfish Love [18 + Mature]

Chapter Six -- Maxime

Chapter Six

No. No. No. No,

My whole body was on fire and even my blood screamed for me to let her push things further, but it wasn't fair to her. Though the moment the word virgin left my lips she took a step back from me. As I pushed my fingers back through my hair my heartbeat thudded in my ears... and she reached back and smacked the button that resumed the elevator.

Fuck, that scent.

That tiny lacy black thong did nothing to hide her arousal and the mouth-watering aroma of her sex made me want to drop to my knees and bury my face under her sundress. The seriousness that made her squint the corners of her eyes told me that wouldn't happen tonight.

"Maxime," she sighed my name and shook her head.

What do I say now? What can I say? The rejection shook my very core and pinching the skin between my thumb and forefinger was the only thing I could do to stop the tears. If I cried, I'd lose her even more.

"I didn't...that's not something you keep from someone," I wrapped my arms around myself trying to ignore the heat of my skin or the ache of my needy cock.

"It isn't." She didn't continue, the doors opened right at the end of a hallway of what I could only assume was either her penthouse or an art gallery. Instead of continuing her thought, she left the elevator leaving me to grab my suitcase and scramble after her.

"So, because I'm inexperienced you don't want me?" I asked keeping my voice soft as my erection flagged so fast it made me dizzy. She didn't want me; I'd found someone I wanted to devote myself to and she didn't want a damn thing to do with me. "Should I go have a random one-night stand to rectify the situation?" I joked and she looked over her shoulder and glared at me before stopping in front of a plain dark wood door with such a high polish I could see our reflections in it. She opened the door and walked in, I trailed behind her. The room was blindingly white, and there wasn't a stitch of anything that suggested it was anything but some random spare room. However, on the dresser was a single thin black leather-bound book without a cover that she snatched up and clutched in her arms.

"It's not that simple," she bit her bottom lip and stepped around me. "Have fun with your cousin."

I couldn't bring myself to grab her so instead I stepped in front of her.

"Then explain it to me, please. I at least deserve that much, don't I?" After my plea, her eyes danced over my face and she nodded a little but her movements were slow.

My heart ached as I followed her into the fancy ultra-modern kitchen with its clean lines and matte black cabinets and frosted black stainless-steel appliances. Pendant lights dangled from the ceiling casting ominous circles of yellow light over her as she knelt down and took a bottle of wine out of the wine fridge and sat the book on the table.

Why don't you want me! I wanted to scream at her, instead I stood there watching her.

"To me personally, I find vanilla sex tedious and boring," she started as she opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. With one perfectly manicured finger, she pushed a glass toward me. "But you're a virgin. You should be given the opportunity to decide what you like without me dictating to you what I like and having your inclination toward people-pleasing running with it until you're too far deep to ask yourself if you even really like what I'm doing to you."

"You're assuming I don't have any agency."

"Because you don't." She grinned at me before snatching up her wine glass and rolling her eyes. "You're naturally inclined to submission, Maxime. Your desire to find your perfect little Fanny Brawne is your desire to serve and worship your partner seeking a polite society-approved outlet."