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“Of course, you are.” He walks to the bed, falls onto it, and pats the space beside him. “C’mon.”
I shrug off my dress, put his shirt on, and crawl into bed with him, keeping my distance. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him. I end up in the same position as back at home: with me half sprawled on top of him.
“I’m sorry, Kay.” His sigh is full of remorse.
“For what?” I’m genuinely confused. He has so much apologizing to do, so he’d better clarify every time, so it counts.
“For what happened.” He closes his eyes in shame.
“What are you talking about?” I perch on my elbow.
"I was fucking rough." He wipes his face with his hand. "I don't know what came over me; I swear, I've never been like that."
"I liked it," I say quietly.
“You did?” His eyes widen.
“I think it was hot.”
“Of fuck.” I feel his cock hardening against my knee.
“I like you all… beastly and growly.” I put my finger on his bicep.
His dick twitches. “Fuck.”
"I'm sorry. I wish I could come easier, though, so you don’t have to work so hard or do kinky shit.” I say with a shrug, voicing my own shame.
His eyes grow even wider, and he flips me on my back in one swift movement.
“Never ever apologize for that.” His eyes are serious.
“Never?”
"Never ever. It's my job to make sure you come. And if you don't, I fail, not you. You got it?” His eyes dart between mine. “Got it?”
“Yes.” I say in a small voice.
“And asphyxiation is a very popular erotic play, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. You have no idea how happy I was when I figured out you liked it.” A dimple appears on his cheek.
I stop drawing circles on his bicep. “Why?”
“Because I like to be in control.”
“Oh.”
"Like you haven't noticed that." His grin is wide. "Now, you woke the beast; what can we do about that?"
The rest of the night is an orgasmic haze as we try to tame the beast. By the time we’re done, I’m deliciously sore and in absolutely no condition to move anywhere.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
JUSTIN
The second morning in a row, I wake up to the smell of food. I don't remember my place smelling so good before. Ever. I look around—Kayla isn’t in bed, of course, though it would be nice to wake up to her warm body snuggled up to mine.
To wake up. To fuckingwake up? Did I sleep again? I listen to my body, and yes. I slept again. Two nights in a row. Like a normal human. Those orgasms must be pretty magical if they knock me down that fast.
I pull sweats on and walk toward the smell.
