"Shhhh," he whispered, laying her down with his grip on her hair. He leaned over her on the bed, his lips on her jaw as he nuzzled her ear. "Shhh, baby, relax. Look at me. Look here at me Amelia," he said gently but sternly, turning her face to his as he eased his grip in her hair. "You're fine. I'm feeling you out. You aren't a sub, I get it, calm down."
"I t-told you I wasn't like that! I don't..."
"Shhhh, hush. Stop crying. Look at me. Amy... I don't f**k with girls. I know girls, I know how to get you off, make you scream for me, make your body mine. But I don't know how to read you beyond that. Never cared to try before."
Amelia wiped her eyes, still shaking. "Lesson one," she said almost angrily. "Ask!"
He laughed a full belly laugh and landed on the bed next to her, pulling her
