"What?" he asked in surprise.
"I'm frigid. I don't know how to enjoy sexual pleasure." I repeated with a voice that is barely audible.
"Who said that?" he asked. "No. Don't tell me. I know the answer. But let me tell you this, babe. You are not frigid. You are far from it."
I just look at him complacently. I knew he was just trying to make me feel better. He was just trying to comfort me like he always did when I was troubled. I can see in his expression that he knows that I do not believe him.
"Do you want to make a bet?" he asked seductively.
"What bet?" I asked bravely although the look in his eyes made me want to run but also made me want to stay.
"I'll have you screaming in pleasure with in half an hour. And you will be begging me to take you, love." he whispered and nipped at my ear.
