The Sex Training

DARIUS POV

"Brielle, let go of your reins. You're doing it willingly." Darius said softly, his gaze fixed on the leather-clad beauty in front of him.

He could see her trembling in the dim blue lighting where they both stood feet apart, and he could even smell her fear.

She had been standing by the entrance since the maids had brought her to the room, unmoving, and while he liked her shyness, he would have preferred her to be a little bolder.

If she messed this up, he wouldn't put up with it tonight.

He wouldn't take it lightly, and he wasn't making empty threats.

He gritted his teeth as his gaze roved over her body, noting that she looked insanely beautiful and hot, just as he had envisioned when getting the clothes for her earlier.

The leather clung like a second skin to her pale creamy skin and curves, and he was envious of the brittle material.

"Brielle, please come here." He gave the order, lifting his finger in a demonstration, and watched her walk slowly towards him until