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“Good. Now that we got that out of the way, how do you take your eggs?”
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(Sammy)
She had me unraveled. She had me feeling things I never thought my cold, closed off heart could ever feel. And when she defied me like a little brat, it stirred every cell in my body. I wanted to throw her over my knee and spank her ass, fuck her within an inch of her life, and then I wanted to hold her and comfort her after. Was this how my brother felt? We never really talked about our relationships or the women we fucked, but now that he had found the love of his life, I wondered if maybe I should ask him.
After I cooked Red breakfast, we were sitting in her living room, since we broke the table and all, and ate in silence. She was lucky she behaved or else I would have had her at my feet, eating out of a bowl off the ground. Some would think it was degrading, hell, most probably did, but we all had our own things we were into. Our own personal kinks. As long as no animals or children were involved and everyone was a consenting adult, I didn’t give a shit what you were into.
When I had asked her the night before what she didn’t like so I knew what not to do, her words opened up something in me. The fact that she was willing to try anything, within reason, at least once, was exciting. Besides sharing, and thank fuck for that. A lot of people didn’t want to be called names or slapped. Some would even consider it a form of abuse. And it was, if it was with the wrong person. Sure, Amber and I didn’t know each other completely and we just started sleeping together, but I needed her to trust that I wouldn’t hurt her. Spank and slap her around, sure, but that was it. I took safewords seriously and if she would have used it, I would have stopped. Maybe not leave like I had said, but I definitely would have stopped doing what I was doing so we could talk about it.
Once I was done my food, I drank my orange juice and watched her over the rim of the glass. The outfit she was wearing left little to the imagination. The fact she felt comfortable enough to wear it around me, sparked this need for her even more. The gray shorts were short, showcasing her long toned legs. The black tank top was loose, but I could still see she wasn’t wearing a bra with the way her tits swayed when she moved.
“You’re staring, Sam,” she mumbled, stabbing at the food on her plate.
She had also been the only woman who ever called me Sam. Some tried calling me by my full name, but it never ended well for them. My mother had been the only one who called me Samson. No one else deserved to let that name leave their lips and always got my fist in their face if they were a guy or my wrath if they were a woman.
Letting my eyes roam back down the length of Amber, I mentally patted my own back when she shifted in her spot on the couch.
“Sammy.”
My eyes snapped to hers. “What?”
“I can feel you staring and it’s distracting.”
“Did you date at all after your husband died?” I asked, needing to get to know her more. I needed to find out why after all of these months, we were finally fucking. I needed to find out everything I could about the woman I had become celibate for and was beyond obsessed with.
“Uh...” She glanced my way. “No. Not really.” She looked back down at her plate, moving the eggs around with her fork. I learned that we had something in common when it came to eggs. We didn’t overly care how they were cooked. As long as they were in fact cooked and not snotty. I had laughed at the face she had made and ever since that moment, even though it had been something small, I could feel a wall breaking down between us.
“I spent some time having one-night stands,” she continued. “But I found that guys aren’t really appreciative of a woman who has more sex than them.”
“What happened?” I asked, the hackles on the back of my neck raising that she had issues with other men she fucked.
“Nothing really. Not compared to...well...it doesn’t matter.” She took a breath. “A couple of them came to Rouge and saw me dancing. They didn’t like that, called me names and tried making me feel worthless. They also tried to make me lose my job, but Candace is good to us girls, so she always sides with us first. Ronny and Corbin threw the bastards out.”
“You stopped dancing. For me.” I sat forward. “Why?”
She laughed. “It wasn’t exactly for you.”
I frowned at that. “What do you mean?”
“I had some issues with other men being a little too handsy. A couple of us girls did, so Candace made us keep our clothes on for awhile and if the men wanted us to strip, they would have to pay extra. Not sure how legal that is but I just did my job, so I never questioned her. And then when you beat up those guys…” She met my gaze again.
Back when I first met Amber, something about her called out to me. I saw a guy approach her, touch her when she clearly didn’t want it, and my fists were flying against his face before I knew what I was doing. That happened a few more times before she finally stopped dancing and became a server instead.
“If you want to dance, Red, you dance for me. I’ll even pay you if you need but I don’t want you on that stage.”
Amber sat back in her spot on the couch, crossing one knee over the other and staring at me. “You know, Aaron used to try to control me. While it worked for the most part, in the end, I finally realized that I deserved better. So, you can try and control me all you want, Sammy, but I promise you, I will defy you and I will push you.”
Rising from my spot, I went up to her. “I want you to defy me, Red. But I promise that I won’t push you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She uncrossed her legs and spread her knees, allowing me between them.
“If you really didn’t want to listen to me though, if you wanted to defy me like you say you do, you would still be dancing.”
“Maybe.” She reached for my belt, unbuckling it and lowering the zipper to my jeans. “If you really wanted to control me like you imply...” She stared up at me, lowering my jeans over my hips. “You would.”
“Is that what you want?” I cupped her face, slowly moving my hand to the back of her head before grabbing a fistful of her hair.
