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I growled and my hands slid down to her waist, hoisting her over my shoulder like I had last night. She squeaked as I carried her to her bedroom, slapping her asscheek to make her stop squirming.

“Oh god,” she laughed as I tossed her down to the center of the bed.

The sash around her robe unravelled, unwrapping her like a perfect present. Her legs parted, revealing her pussy, her breasts soft and begging for a bite.

A couple weeks ago, she would have immediately snapped her legs shut. But now, she just went still under my gaze, her chest rising and falling. A blush crept across her skin and she let out a soft whimper.

“Stay there.” My voice was thick with lust. “Where are the toys?”

“In my dresser drawer,” she said.

Perfect.

I went to her dresser and pulled the top drawer open.

The amount of sex toys that Pepper bought made me grin. She had an entire arsenal now.

“How familiar are you with the concept of malicious compliance?” I asked as I perused the toys. Vibrating wands, toys that would suck her clit, variations of both together...

“I’m very familiar,” she said. “I think I excel at it.”

“I bet.”

“Why?” she asked.

I picked out a toy that would suck her clit while thrusting in and out of her.

The rope she’d picked out was rough hemp. I glanced back at her and decided against Shibari for now. We’d play with the spreader bars, but I didn’t want her to be sore from yanking against more restraints.

I’d just pin her down myself.

We’d need some ground rules, though.

I picked up the spreader bars and inspected them. I gathered the toy, a bottle of lube, and the bars and returned to the bed. Pepper raised up slightly, tilting her head curiously.

Seeing her legs spread, her pussy gleaming, I realized I liked fucking her during the day more than at night. I liked getting a view of everything.

“So what about malicious compliance?” she asked.

“Have you read any about bratting?”

“A little bit. I think I understand the idea.” Something sparked in her gaze. “Do you want me to be a brat?”

“I think it could be fun for both of us,” I said. “But there are certain things about it I don’t like. Sometimes bratting is borderline disrespectful, and that doesn’t turn me on. So we’d need some guidelines and understanding. Sit up.”

She huffed and sat up, readjusting herself in front of me. “Tell me.”

“I like it when you’re sarcastic or snarky in your responses. It makes me want to spank the sass out of you. I like it when you argue. Or maybe if you want to try to overpower me.”

“I could do that,” she said brazenly.

Yeah, she was going to catch onto this fast.

“And maybe if I drive you a little crazy, you’ll want to teach me a lesson.” She rose up on her knees, sliding her robe down to her mid back. My brain short circuited as she cupped her breasts. “Right? Am I getting it right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I think you’re getting it right.”

“I can tell.” She winked and then her gaze dropped to my lap.

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