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“I like a reasonable partner. If there are no more questions, I’d like to talk honorifics. We can keep calling each other ‘E’ and ‘B,’ but I’d prefer if we used something else.”
“I’m okay with that. I would prefer not to be called ‘baby girl’ or ‘babe,’ but anything else is fine.”
“Noted. In scenes you will address me as ‘Sir.’ Does that work for you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
My already half-mast cock stands at attention. “What a quick learner you are,” I croon. “Do you have any preferences on nicknames?” She shakes her head. “Alright. Are you ready to begin the scene now, honey?”
“Please, Sir.”
“Then be a good girl and take off your pretty dress. I want to see what’s mine for tonight.”
Chapter 5
Emma
Istand and pull my dress over my head and gently lay it over the arm of the chaise.Sir’seyes greedily roam over every inch of exposed flesh—which is pretty much all of it. All I have on underneath is a matching pink thong, which is now wet and sticking to the lips of my pussy.
He stares for so long I start feeling self-conscious. I’m not a small girl. I’m a size twenty on a good day, with a round belly, thick thighs, and big, saggy breasts. I will say, my ass is popping though. I’ve done a lot of work to get over the internalized fat phobia ingrained into me by my family and society, so I appreciate my body for what it is.
Even though I’ve done the work, sometimes I still get insecure. Especially when the people looking at every stretch mark and imperfection look like B does.Holy moly.
Even in my four-inch heels, I barely reach his chin. He’s got jet black, curly hair that’s been perfectly styled without a strand out of place. My hands itch to mess it up. His dark beard is perfectly trimmed over his sharp jaw. Olive skin, brown eyes, and muscles for days.
Huh, he kind of looks like that one FBI agent from that crime show. The one in the newer seasons.
Maybe we can role play sometime; he can be the FBI agent, and I’ll play the technical analyst.
Finally, he ends his perusal at my eyes and licks his thick, dusky pink lips. “I can’t wait to take a bite out of you,Dulzura.”
God, I don’t know what that means, but it sounds so good coming from his mouth. I think I like it more than “honey.”
“Sit on the chaise, spread your legs, and pull your pretty little thong to the side. Let me see what you’re hiding under there.”
I do as he says, spreading my legs and pulling my panties to the side to reveal my bare pussy. His chest rumbles with an appreciative groan sending a pulse of arousal straight to my already throbbing clit.
“Such an eager little slut for me.” My pussy pulses at the degrading praise. “What’s your color, honey?”
“Green, Sir.” God, I’m so fucking needy right now. He hasn’t even touched me, and I’m ready to combust.
“What would your color be if I got on my knees and put my face in your pussy?”
“Green,” I sigh. B arches an eyebrow at me, and I realize my mistake. “Green,Sir.”
He hums, standing from the chair, revealing the tent in his perfectly tailored slacks. My mouth waters as Iimagine what his cock might look like, feel like against my tongue.
“Since this is your first time, I’ll let the mistake slide, but if you forget to address me properly again, you’ll receive a punishment. Do you understand,Dulzura?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Pull your panties off, I don’t want to be restricted while I ravish you.”
I ungracefully shuck my panties and lay them with my dress, then resume the position I was in. B takes off his suit jacket and lays it on the arm of the chair, then rolls his black dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing muscled forearms that have me salivating.
He kneels before me and takes off my shoes, then runs his hands up my legs slowly, a trail of goosebumps following their path. His hands are rough and calloused, a stark contrast to the soft, dimpled skin of my thighs. He runs his thumbs over the matching garter belt tattoos on each thigh. They look like delicate black lace around my thick thighs, tied together with a bow that looks like it’s made of satin. They were done in more than a few sessions because of how detailed they are and because of how thick my thighs are, but they’re one of my favorite pieces.
“These are gorgeous,Dulzura.”
