You were long considered a spinster. Your family was desperate for money, and you were their only option. Sending you to work for a newcomer who was not part of the Amish community was risky, and it brought forth the gossip. Ari didn't seem to ca...
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), nosy people, misogynistic thoughts, aggressive Ari, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5.7K
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Eggs. Stupid eggs. And stupid Ari for distracting you from your reading. You are always reading. And Ari is always smiling at you through every bite he takes, and then turning his attention to his newspaper. He never turns the page, so you know he's not even reading, it's just pretending. You try, but he's distracting. You take another bite of eggs, laying your book down, and Ari grins, "What is it, Darling?"
"Do you have nothing better to do than to watch me?"
His fork clinks on his plate, while he stares, that permanent grin on his face. A grin that says he knows something that you don't know. And judging by what happened at the swimming hole, he knew a lot that you didn't. "Actually, no. Nothing is more beautiful to stare at than the woman sitting at the table with me."
Your body flares to life. Heat radiates from your core all the way down to your toes, and even up to your ears. Your entire body is on fire from a few simple words. He is of the devil, and you should fall to your knees and repent, but instead you find yourself wanting to be commanded to your knees just like the books. Have his bulge right in your face while he tells you to take him out. You want your fingers to study every bit of his body. Curiously discover the things that make him hard.
"Is everything okay?" No. Nothing is okay. Your body is betraying you. Your mind is supposed to be the most powerful thing, and yet it's overpowered by the slick that pools in your core. You shake your head no. Lying is a sin, and you're already sinning enough as it is. "Tell me, what's wrong."
"Do you get wet, too?"
"Are we talking about what you've been feeling between your thighs?" You glance down at the table, hands folding in your lap as you nod. "Darling, I know that the way that you have been raised has taught you feelings of the flesh is a sin, but it is natural. Can you at least look at me? Maybe we should get you some different books if it's becoming too much."
"But I like them," you finally meet his gaze, and you refuse to back down. "I know nothing about," choose your words carefully. You have noticed an animalistic need in Ari when you say the forbidden words. "Sex. I-I-I don't know anything. I don't know what's happening to my body. I don't know how to stop the things I'm feeling. I don't know how to not imagine you and me with every one of these books. Except the ones with many men. That's just confusing. But it's always us."
Ari's arm that is carefully laying on the table tenses. He grips the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles bleach. Anger? Jealousy? Ari's emotions can be confusing at times, "Who do you imagine the other men are?"
