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“Well, there’ve been a few women in the past couple of years who couldn’t get past that. Not the kink part, but the lesbian ex-wife part. I guess they thought it might be contagious.”
“Given the area, I could see why that would be the case.”
“I really am trying to retire from it.” He added another finger to her slit and rocked them both in and out, making her clench hard around him and grip his wrist for restraint.
“F-fromwhat?” she gasped.
“The scene.”
“I tried that. Look where it got me.”
“And I’m pleased you came out of retirement for me. Me not showing up at Clay’s anymore doesn’t mean I plan on giving it up completely. I’ll just be keeping all my performances private and forverysmall audiences.”
She lifted her thigh to give him deeper access to her channel.Oh, God!“H-how small?” Her voice was coming out at a volume that could charitably be described as a whimper.
“One person.”
“Anyone I know?”
“I’d say you know her pretty damn well.”
He rolled her onto her belly and gently pulled one of her arms around to press against the small of her back, and then the other. “Do I need to tie you or are you gonna be still?” he whispered.
She wriggled her fingers, pondering it. Shewantedto be tied. Wanted to surrender control of her body to him and see how hot he got, but she also didn’t want to wait. “I’ll be still.”
“Make sure you are, or I’ll start wondering if you really do need re-training. If you’re gonna do it, make sure you do it right.”
And we don’t have time for “right.”
“Hear me, pretty girl?”
“Yes, Tim.”
“Good.”
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass up, smacking it hard before backing off the bed.
He opened the shallow closet, which she’d cursed up and down while working on the plans for his house, rooted inside, and held out a plug. “I don’t normally ask, but since you’re you and not some chick I don’t want to keep, how full do you want to be?”
“Very.”
“I like that word, but don’t go getting any wild ideas.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I’m not gonna volunteer any if you weren’t already thinking them.”
“Do you mean, like, D.P.? Two men at once?”
“You’ve done that?”
She scoffed. “I think you over-estimate how much of a people- person I am. I can only please one person at a time, and usually, that person is a client at work.”
Ugh, work.
She grimaced.
She’d managed to put thoughts of it aside, but they needed to have a talk about that. Specifically, about where she might end up. Things weren’t looking good for Shora.
