Page 166 of Deadly Sweet

It’s not that serious. I’m not looking to become some BDSM master or whatever.

I just want to explore and have fun with my partner. But I've never felt a connection with another woman before that had me wanting to let that side of me out.

With Savannah, that's all I’ve been thinking about.

I can’t get the comment she made about putting a collar on her out of my head. The idea of her having that kind of trust in me. For me to take care of her, to be someone she can rely on, with not only her heart but her body too...

She’s been kept like a caged animal for years.

Something like that would be big.

I want to be that for her. I want to give her that piece of herself back.

For now, I feel like a bit of role play is a good way to start. Because even if I’ve had all kinds of fantasies, I’ve never once acted them out. I have no idea what to do or where to start.

“There you are.” She grins when I come back into view.

I say nothing, just wink as I pick the sponge up and get back to work.

I’m throbbing with excitement and arousal. I’m so fucking hard right now that it’s painful for me to reach over, my cock rubbing against my pants.

“Hey, you sexy fireman. Why don’t you rub some of that soap on yourself?” she calls out.

Fucking hell. This woman.

Shaking my head, I do as I’m told because... why the hell not?

She’s loving it, I’m hard as a rock. It’s turning both of us on because I can smell her from here. Her sweet candy apple scent goes right to my cock.

She whistles and fans herself, and I roll my eyes with a grin.

Now that I’m full of soap, I grab the hose and start to rinse myself off.

And just to mess with her, I go a little over the top, taking a scene out of a Jessica Simpson video and dramatically spray myself.

“Fuck me,” I hear Savannah groan, and I can’t help but chuckle

“I will if you ask me nicely,” I tell her as I shut the water off.

Placing her drink on the ground, she gets up and takes her hat and sunglasses off, leaving them on the chair before coming over to me.

“You know...” she starts, stepping up close to me. Her eyes are filled with heat, and my heart starts to race. My hands twitch to reach out and grab her, to push her against this truck and fuck her like the wildly obsessed man I am. My cock jerks at her touch as she trails her fingers down my wet, dripping chest. “I’ve seen a porn video just like this.” She looks up at me through her lashes.

“Yeah?” I ask, voice low and husky. I take her hand that's on my chest and bring it up to kiss her knuckles. “What happened next?”

She grins. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” The little tease pulls her hand from mine, and I inwardly groan with disappointment. I want her so fucking badly that I feel like I might go insane or my dick will fall off, which ever one comes first.

Walking over to the fireman's pole. She eyes it up before running her hand down it, then looks at me. “Why don’t you come give me a little dance?” she asks with a playful grin.

“Absolutely not,” I grunt.

“Why not?” she pouts. “You asked what happened next? Well, this is it.” She points to the pole. “Come on, you big sexy fireman, show me your moves.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I have no idea how to pole dance, and I’m not about to make a fool out of myself.

“Sorry, Little Killer. This is where I draw the line.”

“Pity,” she sighs, stepping closer. “Guess I’m just going to have to do it myself.”

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