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“My girl isn’t afraid to talk to me.” He said while looking into my eyes. “If you truly don’t like something, say that. Communicating with me is a must, even if you’re afraid. How else can we maneuver through this thing?” His fingers went between the crease of my butt and he teased the puckered hole. “Your ass is nice.”

“Thank you. I like your beard. May I touch it?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

I stroked his hair gently at first. Then I made my way to his chin, where I tugged and then massaged it.

“Like that?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” The hair was soft and felt good on my fingertips.

“Me, too.” He licked his lips and eyed mine. “Keep it up, though, and I’ll show you how much I like it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you understand the rules?” He lowered his mouth and kissed the palm of my hand.

Sweetness.

Maybe Dr. Cushions had gotten it right after all.

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

“I’ll give you everything you could fucking want as long as you talk to me. Without communication, I can be a ruthless bastard. You don’t want that.”

The threat shouldn’t have made me gasp in curiosity, especially since I could tell that he didn’t mean it in a good way. I loved how he was setting boundaries, though. That’s the part that drew me to him. Black and white rules so we could play in between the lines.

“Yes, Sir. I like those rules.”

“Good. Anything else you need from me?”

To be fucked. But he knew that.

“No, I think you’ve set things clear.”

“I asked, is there anything else that you need from me?” He lowered his head and let his eyes fall over my exposed lower body.

“Oh!” I giggled. “I thought it was assumed. Yes, please.”

“Please, what?” He asked.

“Fuck me.” I purred.

“No.”

He leaned forward and took my mouth, demanding me to open and surrender to him. I fought a bit, not giving in. However, his tongue delved inside and massaged mine until I met each thrust with my own. He moved on top of me, between my legs, and controlled my body with his. I melted as he pulled desire from the tips of my toes and let it pool at my core.

Salt slowed the fevered kiss until we were barely pecking against one another. My body was roaring from the flames within, and I watched as he stood. I thought he was going to takeoff his pants so we could get to the good stuff, but he kissed the tops of my thighs and moved away. I sat up on my elbows to see him putting on his shirt, shoes, and then a leather ball cap.

“Ready for me to walk you out?” He asked.

“Are you shitting me?” I exclaimed.

“Uh, no?” He looked confused.

“So you mean you didn’t get me all riled up for you to send me home like some little toy?” I stood up in front of the bed with a loud sigh.

“I told you I wasn’t fucking you.”

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