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Chapter 22

DARREN

Past

Idon’t expect that she’ll need her safe word, but I let her believe that she might.

“Trust that I won’t need the safe word or trust that you’ll know when I need it?” she asks with skepticism.

“Either,” I reply, making myself comfortable on the sofa again. “You wet yet?”

“A little.”

“I want you soaking.”

“Well, it’s a little awkward standing here by myself.”

“Mind over matter, Bridge.”

She narrows her eyes at me.

“Maybe taking your top off will help,” I suggest.

Thought she doesn’t seem convinced, she pulls off her top.

“Now the bra,” I say next.

She unclasps and discards her bra. Her nipples start to harden beneath my gaze.

“Feel yourself up with one hand while you continue to masturbate yourself with the other,” I instruct.

She does so and seems to draw on the arousal in my stare.

“You ever know you had an exhibitionist in you?” I tease.

“You’re a corrupting influence,” she replies.

“I’m okay with that. Apparently, you are, too.”

I adjust my crotch. Noticing the bulge there, she asks, “Want me to take care of that for you?”

“I’m saving this for your ass, babe. Speaking of which, turn around so I can get a look at it.”

She does. Studying her backside, I feel my cock throb. “How wet are you now?” I ask.

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” she returns.

“All right. Come here.”

She walks over. I reach into her panties. Wet. But not soaking. She sighs as I rub my fingers against her click.

“A spanking might get things flowing,” I think aloud.

Grabbing her, I pull her over my lap and land a loud smack on her ass.

“Say ‘thank you,’” I tell her.

“Thank you.”

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