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My body was my body, I reminded myself. If I were on the other end of this phone call, wouldn’t I be admiring the person in front of me? I knew I would be, and yet I couldn’t find a shred of confidence at being the one naked.Why am I like this?

“Pepper,” Salt said softly. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I’m just thinking that you could put me in front of a boardroom of men who hate me, and I wouldn’t feel this way,” I said, finally getting the phone to stay put. “I’ve given countless talks over the years. I’ve met with high-profile celebrities and people in the industry who have far more experience than I do, but it’s never mattered. I’ve always excelled under pressure. I change lives with a single signature on paper. I’ve found artists who were poor, with nothing but their talent, and helped them grow a career. I’ve done things that infuriate other people in the industry, like giving my artists health insurance, and making sure they have stable income during the process of recording. And yet, I feel stupid right now. I feel so silly.”

“What is silly about this?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “I was married for a long time, you know.”

“You’ve mentioned,” he said seriously. “But he never appreciated you the way you should have been appreciated.”

“He never made me orgasm.”

“Ever?”

“Ever,” I whispered. “I really thought I was doing something wrong. I’d read a romance book and wonder why I wasn’t having the same mind-blowing orgasms that the characters were having. Or I’d watch porn and think they had to just be acting right? That couldn’t be real.”

“I promise you it can be. What about touching yourself?” Salt asked.

“I mean, I have…”

“And have you made yourself orgasm?”

“Yes,” I said. “Of course. I’m not completely incompetent.”

“This isn’t about being incompetent,” he said. “Nothing about this is something you can be a boss about, Pepper. You can’t be the CEO of orgasms. Well, maybe you could…”

Despite the raw ineptitude I felt, I laughed. “I’ll add it to my list of life goals.”

He smirked. “Add having a hot Dom who wants to fuck you every day to that list too. Since you always get what you want.”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “You don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, either.”

“It depends.” He relaxed against his bed, holding his phone above so I could see his chest and abs. “Pepper?”

“Yes?”

“I want you to sit back with your knees spread and touch yourself. Show me how wet you are. Right now.”

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Pre-cum drippedfrom my cock onto my lower stomach as I watched Pepper obey. She was stiff, fighting every step of the way, but I was starting to understand why.

Her bedroom lights made her body glow against her cream blankets, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders. I drank in the sight of her, from her breasts to her thighs to her pussy. Her nails gleamed as she moved her hand down tentatively to touch herself.

“Close your eyes,” I murmured. Her lashes fluttered and I felt a stroke of satisfaction. “Good. Forget about everything else around you. Focus on my voice.”

“I like your voice,” she whispered.

God, this woman.I needed her in my bed. I needed to fuck her for hours and show her everything she’d been missing out on in her marriage. I wanted to spank her, fuck her, make her beg for me to breed her. And the list was only growing with every moment.

Knowing that she read about BDSM over the weekend pleased me. It also made me wonder—what sort of kinks lay under the surface? What could I help her discover?

“You’re doing very well for me,” I praised, watching the way she preened under my compliment.

She definitely had a praise kink. It made sense, given that I doubted anyone regularly told her just how amazing she was. It didn’t matter how competent someone was, sometimes hearing it was more important than anything else.

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