Amy perched on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap.

“Relax,” Linus muttered, yet carrying an edge that demanded obedience. He crouched a little, his face level with hers. “You trust me, don’t you?” His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

She nodded hesitantly, her cheeks flushing under his stare. “Yes… I trust you.”

“Good,” he whispered. He placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing gently but firmly, and she allowed him to guide her down to sit fully on the bed. She felt the mattress shift beneath her as if mirroring the moment.

His hands found her neck next as his thumbs traced light circles over her skin. She stiffened briefly, but his low voice broke through her hesitation. “Breathe, Amy. Relax and feel it.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lips parted slightly. The tension in her body melted, and she tilted her head toward him. His closeness—his scent, his warmth—swallowed her whole.

Linus smiled, watching her surrender with a satisfaction that darkened his eyes. “That’s it,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Let go. Tonight, it’s all about you.”

A shiver danced across her skin, but she didn’t pull away. In her mind, this was a lesson, a gift, something he was offering her. She didn’t see the way his eyes raked over her, drinking in her submission with quiet hunger.

“You have no idea how captivating you are,” he continued, his hands gliding to her shoulders, kneading softly, molding her. “Do you know what you’ve done to me, Amy? You’ve made me impatient.”

Her brows knit together briefly, confusion flickering through her relaxed expression, but she stayed silent.

Linus leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Tonight, you’re my star. My leading lady.” His words were laced with reverence, yet they coiled tightly around something much darker.

Her breathing deepened, a soft, almost imperceptible sound escaping her lips as she nodded. This wasn’t the stage she’d dreamed of, but it was one she stepped onto willingly, entangled in his script.

Tonight, her spotlight wasn’t made of stage lights but the glow of his unrelenting focus. Tonight, her role wasn’t that of an actress but of his willing understudy—a role not on stage but under him.

Amy felt her breath hitch as Linus’s lips ghosted over her neck. His hands rested on her shoulders, steadying her as his mouth pressed against her skin. She shivered, her pulse quickening under his touch.

“This necklace,” he said, his voice a rich hum that seemed to settle in her chest, “catches the light so beautifully.” He shifted a little, his fingers brushing the delicate chain that hung around her neck, his lips following the path. “But it’s the whats underneath…” His voice trailed off, and she felt the faintest flicker of his breath against her collarbone. “The prize underneath,” he continued, his tone lower now, heavier, “that truly deserves to be seen.”

Amy’s eyes fluttered closed again, her body leaning instinctively toward him. She barely registered her own words, a faint “Oh” slipping past her lips as he kissed the hollow of her throat.

Linus straightened, his fingers finding the straps of her dress as he whispered, “Let’s see how it looks without the fabric competing with it.” His voice was smooth, coaxing, but the edge of authority in his words left little room for doubt. His hand moved with care, testing her reaction, his touch skimming her arm before resting just above her shoulders.

She swallowed hard, her mind muddled, her faith in him overpowering the flicker of unease that danced in the back of her thoughts. “I… I didn’t think—”

“You don’t need to think, Amy,” he interrupted softly, his lips grazing her ear now, sending warmth coursing down her spine. “Just leave it to me.”

His hands moved again, one lifting the chain of her necklace lightly as though admiring its craftsmanship, the other grazing her back through the fabric of her dress. “This deserves to shine,” he said smoothly. His lips trailed back to her neck, pressing deeper this time, drawing out a faint sigh from her.

“You’re stunning, Amy,” he repeated, his voice weighted with something unspoken. His look never wavered, his smile warm enough to melt her defenses. “Let me show you.”

The straps slipped down her shoulders, sliding easily under his practiced action. Amy inhaled sharply, the realization of what was happening blooming in her mind. Her arms instinctively moved to cover herself, but Linus caught her wrists, holding them in place. “Every great actress has a moment where she bares her soul,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “Tonight, Amy, this is yours.”

Her cheeks burned as the dress fell away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Glancing down, the air suddenly cooled against her skin. Her innocence shone through in the way her hands hovered near her chest, unsure and hesitating before dropping to her sides as if conceding to his control.

Linus stepped back, his eyes tracing her naked form. “Perfect,” he said with awe. “You don’t even realize how breathtaking you are.” His words wrapped around her like a net, soothing her nerves even as her heart thundered in her chest.

Amy’s wide eyes met his, her hesitation plain as day. “I—I’ve never…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks blazing. She swallowed hard, her innocence now fully exposed.

Every movement, every hesitation, he thought, his eyes sweeping over her. She’s giving herself away, piece by piece… and doesn’t even know it. Linus let the silence linger between them, his fingers trailing a featherlight trace along her bare shoulders.

His lips brushed her temple, then her cheek, as he worked his way downward. When his lips finally reached her collarbone, she gasped, the sound barely audible but unmistakably real. Linus lingered there, his mouth teasing her skin, his breath warm and steady. Slowly, deliberately, he began his descent to her breasts, his hands caressing her sides with a confidence that left no doubt about his intent. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers skimming over the sensitive skin that sent shivers through her. He leaned in, kissing the swell of her breast before his lips found her nipple, squeezing against it tenderly.

Amy gasped, the sound soft but unrestrained, her hands gripping the edge of the bed for stability. She felt a rush of heat course through her, her body responding instinctively to his contact. His tongue flicked over her nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. She barely recognized the sound as her own.

Linus pulled back slightly, his thumb grazing the peak he’d just kissed. “Your nipples are perfect,” he said softly, like a lover’s confession. “Pink, puffy, utterly exquisite.” His fingers traced along the curve of her breast, savoring the softness underneath his hands.

Amy bit her lip as her body reacted to sensations she had never known before. She couldn’t deny that her body yielded to him without hesitation.

His lips traveled back to her neck, kissing as his hands continued to mold her breasts. His tongue and lips coaxed responses from her naive body, each action pulling a different reaction—a soft whine, the fluttering of her eyelids, or a quiet moan she couldn’t suppress.

Amy stiffened when she suddenly felt Linus's hand on her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat, but his voice cut through her hesitation.

“Don’t be shy, Amy,” he said, coaxing her. His hand pressed gently, encouraging her to part her legs.

Her eyes fluttered open briefly, wide and unsure, but the intensity in his eyes held her. The warmth of his hand against her skin was both foreign and magnetic, pulling her deeper into the moment. Slowly, almost uncertainly, she obeyed, her legs shifting apart under his guidance.

Linus’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile as his hand slid higher, grazing against the silky fabric. He let his fingers rest there momentarily, teasing, letting the weight of his touch speak louder than words. Amy’s chest rose sharply, her breath shallow, her body betraying the rush of sensations she couldn’t fully understand.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said, his fingers tracing small patterns along the fabric. Each movement sent a ripple of heat through her, drawing quiet gasps and involuntary whimpers from her lips.

“See?” he said, his thumb pressing lightly against her, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. “Every part of you deserves to blossom.”

Amy’s head tipped back, her lips parting as a quiet moan escaped her. She felt his lips return to her neck, kissing as his fingers continued their teasing exploration. Her body trembled under his contact, a confusing swirl of pleasure and surrender taking hold.

Linus’s hand moved with care, capturing hers as he guided it toward him. Amy’s fingers trembled, her touch hesitant as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. The weight of her actions dawned on her, and her eyes flickered up to meet his.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, Amy,” Linus said softly, his voice steady, soothing. He placed her hand, holding it there to reassure her. “Just follow my lead. You’re doing perfectly.”

Her breath hitched as her fingers brushed against his arousal, the unfamiliar sensation startling her at first. Linus’s hand remained over hers, his warmth anchoring her. He guided her movements, slow and controlled, his touch firm but never forceful. Her inexperience was evident in how her hand hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, but he didn’t falter.

“Feel that, Amy?” he asked, his voice dipping lower, heavy with meaning. He moved closer, his lips niping her ear as he continued, “That’s because of you.”

Amy swallowed hard, her lips parting as a quiet, shaky breath escaped her. She allowed him to lead her, her hand moving in tentative strokes under his guidance.

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“You’re incredible,” Linus murmured, his eyes never leaving her. His fingers tightened slightly over hers, encouraging her to press a little harder and move more confidently. “You have no idea what power you hold over men.”

Her gaze dropped, focused on her hand and the way it moved in his direction. A blush crept over her chest, the vulnerability of the moment wrapping around her like a second skin. Linus watched her reactions intently, his pleasure growing with every flicker of hesitance she overcame.

Linus let the moment linger, letting her tentative actions ease under his guidance. Then, his hand slipped away from hers, his fingers trailing softly down her arm before resting on her hip.

Amy shivered as her body responded before her mind could catch up. She felt his fingers hook under the waistband of her panties, his motions slow, giving her ample time to protest if she wished—but she didn’t.

Linus moved closer, kissing her temple. “You don’t need to hide from me, Amy,” he murmured.

Her hands fidgeted at her sides, unsure of what to do as he guided the delicate fabric down her legs, exposing her naked body to his view. The cool air against her skin made her gasp softly, her vulnerability now completely on display. Her eyes darted to his face, seeking reassurance, and his smile—warm, practiced—calmed the flicker of unease in her chest.

“Perfect,” he said with quiet admiration, though the sharp intensity in his stare betrayed the darker intentions beneath. His hands traced her bare hips, deliberate and tender, as though savoring every inch of her.

Amy’s breath caught as Linus moved lower, leaving kisses against her inner thigh. Her body tensed, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she tried to process the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her.

When his mouth reached her most intimate place, she froze, a mild gasp escaping her lips. “L—Lord!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling, a mix of shock and shame. “I can’t… I don’t know if you should be doing this!”

Linus paused briefly, his hands steadying her hips as his lips hovered over her. “It’s all right, Amy,” he said reassuringly. “Just let yourself feel it. You’ll understand soon enough.”

His lips pressed against her again, tender but insistent, as his tongue began to explore her, drawing out reactions she couldn’t control. Her back arched instinctively, her body betraying her confusion with the way it surrendered to the pleasure building inside her. Each flick of his tongue, each kiss, sent waves of sensation through her that left her gasping.

Amy’s head fell back, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. “Lord, I can’t… I can’t—” Her voice cracked, her words dissolving into a helpless whimper as her body tensed under the moment's intensity. “What’s happening to me?”

“You’re letting go, Amy. This is what happens when you let go,” His hands guided her trembling thighs, holding her steady as her body quivered under his tongue.

The pressure inside her built to a crescendo, her cries feeble and unsure as she was overtaken by something she couldn’t understand. The moment crashed over her like a wave, her body arching as she experienced her first climax—a sensation so foreign, so overwhelming, that it left her breathless.

Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, and her eyes squeezed shut as a series of wimpy moans spilled from her lips. When the intensity finally ebbed, leaving her flushed and trembling, she opened her eyes, unfocused and bewildered.

“I don’t… I’ve never…” she stammered, her cheeks burning.

Linus smiled, his hands soothing as they rested on her hips. “That,” he said with satisfaction, “was your body learning what it’s capable of. And it’s only the beginning, Amy.”

She looked at him, her mind swimming with confusion and vulnerability. He stood, extended a hand to her, and said, “On your knees, Amy,” his tone left no argument. She hesitated momentarily, her eyes meeting his, but the stroke of his hand against her cheek soothed her nerves.

“Good girl,” he complimented as she complied, lowering herself to the floor. “Just like that.”

Linus undid his shirt slowly, his gaze never leaving her. The power dynamic was unmistakable as he revealed himself piece by piece, savoring how her eyes flickered with uncertainty and curiosity. When he stepped out of his trousers, his arousal was fully evident, and Amy’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

He moved closer, cupping her chin and tilting her face upward to meet his eyes. “Now, open your mouth,” he commanded. His thumb brushed her trembling lips as he added, “Reciprocate what I did for you, Amy.”

She nodded faintly, her breath catching as she moved closer, her hands shaking. Tentatively, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against him for the first time. The sensation startled her, but Linus’s hand came to rest lightly on the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair in a soothing and possessive gesture.

“Your lips feel incredible, Amy,” he said, his voice low and coaxing, his other hand stroking her cheek. “Wet and warm. Just relax and let me guide you.”

Her movements were hesitant and unsteady, and her inexperience was evident in how she struggled to find a rhythm. Linus’s hand in her hair tightened, helping her to move with his subtle guidance. She followed his lead, her lips and tongue exploring him with shy, clumsy licks and sucks that only amplified the moment.

“Don’t worry,” he said, brushing her hair back from her face. “Just take your time. You’re doing perfectly.”

Her hesitation, her uncertainty—it all made the experience even more satisfying for Linus. Every tentative motion, every fleeting glance upward from her wide, questioning eyes, only served to emphasize her innocence.

“That’s it,” he said with approval, his fingers stroking her hair. “You’re making me lose control, Amy.”

Her cheeks burned as she continued, her body quivering to please him. Each word of encouragement from Linus sent a mix of embarrassment and a strange, inexplicable pride coursing through her, driving her forward despite her unease.

Amy’s movements were hesitant, her lips faltering, and she pulled back slightly, but Linus was patient, his hand adjusting her, his tone unwavering. “That's ok,” he muttered, his fingers stroking the back of her head. “Just like that. Take in as much as you can.”

Her lips tightened around him as she tried to follow his rhythm, the weight of his presence overwhelming her senses. Her breathing grew unsteady, and her eyes watered as she struggled to take him as deeply as he urged. A small whimper escaped her, her discomfort evident, but Linus’s hand in her hair prevented her from retreating too far.

“Let me see those pretty eyes, Amy,” he said as his other hand tilted her chin upward. His gaze locked onto hers, an intense expression sending a shiver down her spine. “That’s it. Look at me while you learn.”

Amy blinked, tears threatening to spill as she gazed up at him. “Deeper now, Amy,” he said, his voice dipping lower, more commanding. His hand shifted, pulling her closer. “Don’t hold back—this is where I need you.”

Her motions grew tentative as she tried to obey, and her body shook with the effort. The sensations were overwhelming, and her discomfort mingled with a determination to please him. Her breaths came in short gasps as she adjusted, stopping and starting again.

Linus slowed her with a firm hand, his grip easing as he said, “Enough for now.” His voice was calm, but there was a flicker of satisfaction that didn’t go unnoticed. He guided her up, his hands steady as he helped her rise, her cheeks flushed and her breaths uneven.

“You did well,” he said, his fingers brushing the stray tears from her cheeks. “But now, let me take care of you.”

Amy’s heart raced as he eased her back onto the bed, her body pliant under his direction. The mattress shifted beneath her as Linus positioned himself between her legs, his hands firm yet tender as they trailed along her thighs. Her legs parted under his guidance, her conviction in him unshaken despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

Linus’s eyes swept over her, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his hands resting on her hips as he moved forward, kissing her stomach. “Every inch of you.”

He paused, his lips grazing her skin as his voice dipped lower. “Now let me connect you with mine, inch by inch.”

Amy’s breath hitched, her body shaking under him as he moved into position. The weight of the moment pressed heavily against her chest; her innocence laid bare in the way she flinched at the unfamiliar sensation of him pressing against her.

She gasped sharply, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as he entered her, each inch bringing a new wave of discomfort. Her body tensed underneath him, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as she struggled to process the pain mingled with the overwhelming feelings she couldn’t fully understand.

“Shh, Amy,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he moved, his body meeting hers. “It’s okay. I promise it will feel better soon.”

Her eyes locked onto his, tears glistening in their corners as she nodded faintly, her belief in him outweighing the unease that gripped her. Linus began to move again, his hand threading through her hair as he pressed forward.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice laced with practiced affection. “That’s it. Feel me inside you now.”

Each inch brought a flinch, a quiet whimper, or a sharp intake of breath from Amy, her body fighting to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

“You’re trembling,” he said with admiration. “Your body’s so sensitive, so honest. I can feel every little shiver, every reaction.”

Amy’s head tipped back against the pillow, her lips parting as a faint, uncertain moan escaped her. Her hands twisted the sheets tighter, her knuckles white as she clung to them for stability. Each motion sent a new ripple through her, the pain slowly giving way to something different—something unfamiliar but no longer unbearable.

Her body adjusted, the sharpness fading into a strange, dulled warmth that spread through her, leaving her breathless. She couldn’t name the feelings coursing through her, couldn’t grasp the emotions swirling in her chest, but her body responded instinctively, tentatively yielding to the rhythm Linus set.

Linus moved, each motion designed to coax a reaction from her. His hands rested on her hips, his fingers splayed as though holding her steady, guiding her into this uncharted territory. His eyes remained locked on her face, watching every twitch, every flinch, every moan she couldn’t suppress.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps, her lips forming incoherent murmurs that broke, complimenting his movements. Each sound she made was a silent testament to her innocence slipping further away, her reactions raw and unguarded. Linus drank them in, his satisfaction deepening with every stuttering breath she took.

Linus’s grip on her hips tightened as he increased his pace, his thrusts growing deeper and more deliberate. Amy whimpered underneath him, her body bending to his will as he shifted her. With calculated precision, he lifted her legs, folding her body under him, placing her in a position of complete vulnerability. Her knees pressed toward her chest as he leaned over her, his weight anchoring her beneath him.

“That’s it,” Linus commanded, his hands bracketing her thighs to hold her in place. “You’re perfect like this, Amy. Feel me inside you.”

The new angle sent shockwaves through her body, her gasps turning into cries as he thrust into her, his pace steady and unrelenting. Her hands clung to his shoulders now, her nails pushing into his skin as her body arched against him.

Linus tilted down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re incredible, Amy. Look at how perfectly your body responds to me.” He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin, as her trembling form clung to him.

Amy’s voice cracked into a muted sob as the intensity built, her body quivering under him as another wave of pleasure overtook her. Her climax came suddenly, leaving her breathless and shaking, her cries muffled against his shoulder. Linus didn’t stop, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, his control absolute.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction as he pushed her to her limits.

Her legs trembled as he pinned her in place, his pace relentless until he found his release. A low, guttural sound escaped him as he buried himself fully, his body tensing before stilling against hers. The weight of him pressed her further into the bed, the room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing.

Linus lingered momentarily, savoring the warmth of her quivering body underneath him. He brushed her hair from her face, his eyes lingering on her flushed cheeks and wide, tearful eyes. “Perfect,” he said, his voice softer now, though his voice still carried an edge of possessive satisfaction.

After a moment, he pulled back, adjusting himself before standing. “Come here,” he said firmly, extending a hand to guide her from the bed. Amy’s body was weak, shivering as she rose unsteadily to her knees before him. Linus placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying her as he tilted her face upward.

“Now,” he said, his thumb touching her swollen lips. “Take me into your mouth again. Make sure I’m clean.”

Her hands rested lightly on his thighs as she obeyed, her lips closing around him once more. Linus controlled her pace, his hand in her hair guiding her movements, pushing her deeper until she struggled to keep up. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away, swallowing as he commanded.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Just like that. Take everything.”

When she finally pulled back, her breathing uneven, Linus tilted her chin upward with a finger, his eyes locking onto hers. “You did a good job today. Ten on Ten on your private audition,” he praised, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.