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I kissed lower, down the slit of her pussy. “That’s definitely not the answer I want to hear. I know what I like. Now I need to know what you like. You. Not me or anyone else. Whatever you tell me will stay betweenus.”

She was quiet for a few moments, her gaze on the ceiling as I kissed the inside of her thighs. “I like it rough…but not too rough. It scares me but I guess as long as it’s done in a scene, it’s okay,” she said softly. “I like to be held down when I’m getting…” she paused, then chuckled. Was she suddenly embarrassed? Now?

“Fucked?” I asked. I licked and sucked her sensitive clit, feeling her body tighten. “Tell me more, Sharon, or I’m going to stop what I’m doing.”

“Yes, fucked. I like to be told what to do, what to wear, and what position you want me in so I’m ready when you walk in the door,” she continued, pausing between breaths as my mouth worked on her clit, slipping two fingers inside her. “I like to feel like I belong to someone.”

“Do you like this?” I hooked my fingers inside her, my other hand keeping her hips down on the bed as she squirmed, moaning.

“Yes, ohyes.”

“Don’t come until I tell you to. Ask for permission,” I said, my thumb pressing on her clit. “Tell me more. You’re not done yet. How rough do you likeit?”

“I like it when…” she paused again, catching her breath and whimpering as I kept going with my mouth on her pussy. She tasted of vanilla and oranges. “…when I’m tied down, held down…when you bite me, spank me, punish me. Pull my hair, oh, Jonathan. Please, can Icome?”

“No. Tell me more or I’ll stop,” I said, feeling her quiver in front ofme.

As Sharon continued telling me what she liked, pausing to catch her breath between words, I withdrew my fingers from her cunt, my mouth trailing a path of kisses up her stomach, her belly button, and the space between her breasts as I slid up along her torso. On the edge of another orgasm, she looked exquisite in her denial.

She didn’t have to say the words out loud but hearing her made my own needs seem normal. It made my desire to fuck a woman hard, spank her ass, and tell her when to come not something I needed to be ashamed of. I was just a normal guy—until I wasn’t.

I raised her arms above her head. Holding her wrists in place, I slipped a hard nipple between my teeth and nibbled. Sharon cried out, her body quivering. I let her wrists go, gliding my hands down her arms and sides, and off her hips. “Keep them there,” I said as I got out of my pants and kneeling between her legs, I slipped on a condom. No other thought came to me then, just the needs I’d long suppressed for the sake of normalcy, pretending to be what I wasn’t behind closed doors.

But no more. This was who Iam.

Sharon looked at me through half-lidded eyes, as if lost in a haze of lust and desire. Submission in its most raw and most beautiful form even though I knew I had much to learn.

“Tell me what you want, Sharon.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Say myname.”

“Jonathan…”

“Beg for it,” I said as I slid my cock along her slick opening, coating it with her juices. I pressed her swollen clit with my thumb.

“Jonathan, please fuck me. Please.”

I slid inside her in one smooth stroke, stopping halfway so she could adjust to me. She was so wet and so ready for me. I felt her walls squeeze me, pulsing. Rocking back on my heels, I pulled her hips toward me, planting myself deeper inside her as she arched her back. She moaned as I pushed her knees down toward the bed, opening her up to me completely. She looked beautiful, her hair splayed out on the pillow and her arms held above her head just as I ordered her. I was going to tie her hands nexttime.

“Look at me,” I ordered as I began to move, fucking her hard and rough. Time stood still. The only thing that mattered was me inside her. Blue-grey eyes gazed up at me, her perfect lips in an O as she fought back her orgasm.

She begged tocome.

I saidno.

She begged again just as I felt my release closing in, but I held back. Not yet. I wanted to watch her shatter first. For me. Because ofme.

She whimpered and moaned, her nipples hard pink pebbles against softskin.

“Come, Sharon. Come for me.” I felt her cunt tighten around my cock, milking me as she came. Her cries filled the room, complementing the drum of raindrops outside the glass windows. I let go of her legs and covered her with my body, my hands capturing. Two more strokes and I was there, like a wave crashing against the shore, building up forever. I bit the skin between her neck and shoulder, that delicate slope I’d noticed the first time I met her and then throughout yesterday’s dinner. She smelled of jasmine and neroli. She gasped as I sucked on her skin, not caring if I marked her, bruised her, claimed her, her ragged breath warm against myear.

She said my name. She said thank you. She was mine to do as I wanted.

And through it all, I felt no guilt, no shame, no judgment.

No more excuses.

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