“Oh, okay!" she said. But she didn't. She kept moving and holding and touching him.

"Are you seriously not going to take up my offer?" she asked.

Wesley's body went stiff.

“Don't think I'm not aware that you're doing this on purpose," he warned her without looking at her. ‘She is doing this just to torture me. She's probably thinking that with her hands and feet injured, I won't be able to make her do stuff.’

Although he had seen through her, Blair didn't feel embarrassed.

"You're not interested in women, right? So, what are you worried about?" she asked with a smirk. ‘I'm injured now. I can't help him the way I did Last time. Let him suffer, ' she Laughed inwardly.

All of a sudden, she felt his hand on her lips.

"You're being too naive," he said in a low voice. ‘She has so many things to learn yet,

*‘ he mused.

"What do you mean?" she asked him.

There was a sinister gleam in his eyes. With his hand still on her lips, he finally turned to her and whispered, “If you don't go to sleep right now, I'll teach you all the different, interesting things that a woman and a man can do together in bed."

Wesley was a man of his word. Blair held her breath as she stared into his dark eyes.

“Wh...what things?" she stuttered, curious, afraid and excited. He continued to guide his hands on her lips. She felt turned on. But he didn't kiss her. What was he trying to do?

He gave a wicked smile and asked, "Care to give it a try?"

“Not until you tell me what it is," Blair said.

“You're kidding, right? You really don't know? You never did that with

Miller?" Wesley asked. He remembered that she and Miller were together for quite a while, and figured they probably tried lots of sexual positions. His hand balled into a fist at the thought of it.

"Miller? What does he have to do with any of this? Why did you have to bring him up? Buzzkill!

His hand which had been rubbing her Lips grabbed her chin.

"He ever let you..." And he Leaned in close to whisper to her.

Blair got what he meant. That even though her hands were injured, she could use her mouth. Not only was he assuming she and Miller had sex, but was also asking for a blow job.

‘Asshole!' Blair found his arm and bit into it.

Wesley didn't make a sound, but the sharp pain made him grit his teeth.

Blair let go. Her teeth weren't sharp enough to draw blood. She shoved his arm away and raged, “Get out!"

Touching the bite mark on his arm tenderly, Wesley asked calmly, "When did you turn into a dog?" She had bitten him more than once.