Page 33 of Naked

Testosterone Mode

Hunter

Iwalked into the clubhouse with Tilley under my arm. She wore my shirt with my name on the back, and I glared at everyone. Basically, I was pissing on everything and letting everyone know she was mine. It was stupid and over the top, and I didn’t care.

It felt necessary. Especially after her confessions last night. I wanted everyone to know she belonged to me and that I’d break their legs if they hurt her. I also wanted her to know how important and special she was to me. This seemed to be my way of expressing that.

After the game I did more of the same, including keeping her tucked against me while I signed autographs. A few of the women were visibly upset. For some reason that made me feel better. I was taken. Off the market. I was Tilley’s.

When we got home I was still in testosterone mode, so I took her hard on the bed, missionary style. I wanted to roar when she came.

All that worrying and peeing exhausted me and I fell fast asleep, missing my alarm in the morning.

What I did not miss was my second wake up call in the form of sleepy Tilley and her mouth wrapped around my cock.

I was thrusting into her mouth and my fingers were in her hair, holding her steady. It shocked me that I had no idea any of this was happening, but her happy humming and massaging fingers told me she was pleased with my reactions. I was almost sad when I came down her throat. I’d barely had a chance to enjoy myself.

She sat up, proud as a peacock, wiping me from her lips. “Good morning, handsome.”

I yanked her down on top of me. “Good morning beautiful. What did I do to deserve this?”

Her fingers danced over my abs and up around my nipples. “Because it seemed fun. I want to try everything at least once before...before I have to leave.”

I ignored the leaving part. “Everything, huh?”

She shrugged. “Okay, noteverything.There are elements of BDSM I know I won’t enjoy. And there are probably many things I haven’t considered yet. I amend my statement. I want to try as many thingsas possiblebefore I leave.”

I was now fully awake. “And which elements of BDSM do you believe you won’t enjoy?”

“Caning. Gagging. Power exchange.”

I cut her off there. “Okay, okay. I get it. We’re on the same page. What are you curious about? I have,” I glanced at the clock and did some quick math, “an hour before I have to be at practice.”

“Do you want to spank me?”

“Not really. I enjoy giving you a pinch or slap as we move around, but I don’t particularly have any desire to inflict pain on you unless you want me to. Well, other than stretching you wide with my cock.” I cupped her chin and pulled her to me for a kiss. I loved watching her blush every time I got a little dirty with my words.

“Okay. You could tie me down. Use me.”

There were elements of that statement I definitely wanted to explore. “You want me to tie you down? And use you? Explain.”

“Well,” she shrugged, “we’ve already determined that I find it very arousing to be restrained physically. Perhaps I will also find it freeing to be tied down. Or up.”

“And using?” I cursed my dick for getting hard again. Did I want touseher? No. Did I like hearing it? Yes. Yes I did.

“Perhaps I should be clearer. I enjoy it very much when you are excited and when you take pleasure in my body. Very much. It is possible we’ll both find it arousing if you did whatever you wanted without consulting me.”

I deflated a little at that. “No. I won’t find that arousing.”

“How do you know?” She was so cute when something confused her. Her forehead crinkled up and her nose scrunched.

“Because I went from hard to soft like that.” I snapped my fingers.

Her eyes flew down and widened. “Oh. Well then. Maybe we should explore anal.”

I choked. Absolutely choked. “Excuse me?” Who was this woman? How was she mine?

“I’m not proposing anal sex. Not yet. I’ve heard it can be terrible and if not done properly, damaging. However I have also read that massaging or even the insertion of a finger can be extremely pleasurable. Especially at the point of orgasm. Would you like me to do it to you first?”

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