FIFTEEN

ELVIRA

"Good girl!" He says, his voice deep and raspy.

His hands trail from my tummy down towards my thighs.

Instinctively, I clasp my thighs together. He's about to touch my honeypot! This is a place no one has touched me before, and if he succeeds in gaining access, he'll be the first man to have explored down there.

Come to think of it, the reason my fiance could have left me at the aisle on the day of our wedding must be because I didn't want to have sex with him. He's a sex freak, I know that he's fucking other women even when we're engaged, but I don't want to have sex with him just yet. I tell him to exercise patience until our wedding night, then we can have as much sex as we want in any position of our choice. But maybe he became so fed up on the last day and decided to quit, thinking I might also refuse to give him sex on our wedding night.

"No one's ever touched you there before, right?" I hear Demetrius whisper into my ear, jolting me back to reality.

"No... no sir," I stu