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“I asked first,” he replies.
When it’s clear he’s not going to relent, I let out a huff and throw my shoulders back. Staring up at him, I give him an exasperated look. “Fine. Yes. I do sometimes like it. Don’t judge me for that.”
“Why would I judge you?” he asks, sounding offended.
“Because that’s what you do, Adam. You judge me. You don’t like the way I look. The way I dress. The way I act. The way I live, so I sure as fuck don’t expect you to like the way I fuck.”
I throw my arms up and stare at him, letting my heated words permeate the air, and it’s quiet after I utter them. He only stares back, no expression on his face.
And for a moment, he has the nerve to appear as ifhe’sthe one offended.
Then when I turn back to the couch, he steps a little closer. Until he’s standing just over my shoulder. Not close enough to feel his breath, but close enough to feel the energy emanating from his skin. Like a warm ray of sun I want to bask in.
“I don’t judge—”
“Let’s just shoot this,” I say, interrupting him.
“Where do you want me?” he asks as he tears off his shirt.
My lips twist in thought as I maneuver the camera on the tripod downward, hitting record. Then I kneel and stare up at him.
His eyes widen in surprise as he takes in this prime blow-job position I’m in. “It’s going to be hard to fake that, Peaches.”
“I want you to slap me.”
He forces a laugh. “Absolutely not.”
“Just do it. Not too hard.”
“I’m not slapping you, Sage.”
With a roll of my eyes, I stare up at him in frustration. “Stop trying to be so chivalrous, Adam. Slap my face, grab my throat, and spit in my mouth.”
“Jesus Christ,” he stammers, grabbing his hair at the scalp. “You’re really asking me to do that?”
“I’m telling you to,” I reply stubbornly.
“And what if I don’t want to?”
“But you do,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. “I know you do.”
He looks mentally worn and frustrated as he paces around me. Clearly at war with himself, and a little part of me starts to feel bad for it.
“Okay, look,” I say, trying to calm him down. “If you really don’t want to, I’m not going to make you.”
“This shit isn’t normal, Sage. It’s not…right.”
“Why not? If I’m giving you consent, and we both want it, then who’s to say it’s not right?”
“I don’t know…”
“God?” I ask with a tilt of my head.
He gives me a flat, unamused expression. “Stop. I just need a minute to think this through.”
I let out a sigh and rest on my heels as I wait. Adam’s been raised to believe that anything kinky must be evil. He’s been internally punishing himself his entire life for all the shit he gets off to in secret. I know he does. I just wish I could help him let that shit go.
“Adam, it’s okay if you like it. As long as I like it, and I’m literally telling you I do—”
