Captive Of The Count

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Amara's pov

Because I haven't tasted you yet, Good lord! My thighs were clenched each time I remembered those words of his and they seemed to be the only words stuck in my brain ever since he uttered them.

I moved against the bed discreetly trying to relieve the ache between my thighs while waiting for Orian to exit the bathroom and that was after I successfully fought the urge to go in there and peek to know what he looked like without clothes.

It wasn't fair and if I did that, it would make things fair. He knew what I looked like under my clothes to an extent and I have only ever seen his sleek collar bones and bare arms. I wanted to see more, feel more, and even maybe he would teach me how to please him.

Dang, it! I palmed my face, he won't bother teaching me. I lied about my experience. I will just have to manage with the limited knowledge stored in my brain and maybe google how to make a man squirt, a big man squirt.

My eyes wandered around the room, the noise of running water and the tapping of my feet against the floor was the only racket to be heard. I distracted myself by observing the room again to stop myself from bursting in there and breaching Orian's privacy.

The room had an air of melancholy to it as a result of the dark brown walls. The bed was pushed against the wall, it was a really large bed with pristine white covers and there was a dresser in one corner. The bed had a bedroom bench that housed my bag and the things I had laid out on it.

My eyes were pulled back to the bathroom door when I heard the turning of the doorknob and shuffling of feet. And out came Orian in all his glory.

"You look great." I glimmered, the lie escaping me with ease and the frown on his face told me that he didn't buy it, "They are a bit too small I guess?"

"You guess?" He gestured down at pajama pants that were way above his ankles and the picture I painted of him in this outfit wasn't the same as the result. It was slightly different.

First of all, a unicorn-patterned pair of clothes didn't look too well on a huge man. The pants were way above his ankles exposing his legs, the shirt was too tight around him, barely fitting.

Okay, it's a lot more different than what I pictured and he looks worse than a badly dressed circus clown, "I am sorry, I thought it will fit and I didn't want you to feel left out because there is no pajama party without pajamas."

"A pajama party or a sleep over?"

"It's the same thing."

"I will leave the damn thing on then." He groaned.

"Thank you." I sighed, "I looked through your underwear drawer, hope you do not mind. Why are your boxers huge and stretched?"

"They are custom made, To accommodate my package."

"Your package?"

"My cock."

"Oh." I shied away looking down at my fingers praying that the awkward moment will pass by and the knowledge that he was huge under there made heat bloom all over me. If we were ever to do it, he will surely split me in half and probably kill me.

"Can we begin?" He asked pulling at the sleeves of the shirt with an irritated look on his face.

"Sure." I nodded, getting up from the bed and moving to the floor while trying not to ask if his package was too heavy for him to carry.

I had begun to doubt if Orian had a normal childhood after he confessed that it was his first sleepover. He had no idea what to do or how to play any of the games. So I took it upon myself to explain what happens at a sleep over and in turn he nodded and yawned.