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"You're clean, I'm clean, I'm on the pill." She lifted one hand to make a dismissive gesture. "We'll get it right next time. Or not."
I rolled, pulling us onto our sides so I could better see her. I brushed hair away from her face, enjoying the smile that remained on her lips.
"You okay?" I asked, gliding one hand across her side. "I was pretty rough."
Her smile quirked, "I think it's pretty obvious I liked that roughness."
We both chuckled.
"I have pretty dark desires, Honey." I sobered, wanting to be direct and honest. "I can keep them under control most of the time. But you really bring it out of me."
She raised an eyebrow, "like what?"
Fuck.
"I want to spank you. I want to dominate you. I want to hold you down and fuck you until you can't move. I want to come over your chest and fuck your ass. I want to mark you so no one else will ever touch you."
She shivered, an aroused flush decorating her chest. "I think I can live with all that." Her voice sounded husky.
I blinked. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. But on one condition."
"Anything."
She leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of my ear, hair falling against my cheek. "Next time, you choke me, just a little."
Fuuuuck.
That dark part of me that had been sated rose back up. My cock immediately hard.
"Suck me," I ordered, fisting her hair. "Gag on my cock first then we'll see about choking you."
Her body shivered with pleasure, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, Sheriff."
As she slid down my body, making hungry little noises I praised whatever benevolent beings were listening, thanking them for this bounty of a woman.
Chapter Five
Honey
True to his word, Tristan had taken me out for breakfast the next morning. Though, to be fair, it had been more like brunch. The guy was obviously making up for lost time. I wasn't going to complain.
We'd gotten together nearly three weeks ago, and I could say quite confidently that this was the happiest I'd been in a long time. Tristan treated me like gold outside the bedroom. Inside? That was a completely different story. The man was an insatiable dominant who loved to push me to my limits. And I let him. He has drawn out my deepest, darkest fantasies that I wouldn’t trust with anyone else. I liked the contradiction, the good Sheriff in public, the filthy deviant in private. Just thinking about it got my pussy wet.
"Alright Mrs. Bronze, I think we'll finish there." I helped her off the treadmill and over to our stretch area. "Collins will help you cool down. I'll see you next week."
The elderly lady gave me a brisk nod, still panting from her exertions. Mrs. Bronze experienced a stroke last year. She'd made fantastic progress to regain mobility but still had a way to go.
"Say hey to Ella for me," I said, referring to her granddaughter who owned the local bar. "I look forward to seeing her at yoga on Saturday."
"She's trying to drag her fiancé along."
I snorted, imaging Ella's giant Viking-like fiancé coming to our class. He'd cause a riot among the soccer moms and single ladies.
"Well, wish her luck for me." Mrs. Bronze had been my last patient for the day, but I still had a mountain of paperwork to get through. I really needed to hire an office administrator to handle this side of the business. With the new extension, we were growing, and I needed to make some decisions about where I wanted to take the clinic.
I worked hard the rest of the afternoon, logging pay slips, following up with outstanding clients and crunching numbers to work out if I could hire someone to do this for me. If we added another weekend class to the roster then yeah, I could do that comfortably.
