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“Don’t play coy now, boss lady. About you and I keeping in touch. Maybe…dating even?”
“Oh, right. That one.”
“I’d like that.”
Her eyelashes are long when she looks over at me from under them. There’s a soft pink blush lighting up her cheeks, and I know it’s taking everything in her to not look away right now. My dominant woman has a shy side, and I love how she is the best of both worlds, switching it up at a moment’s notice.
“Yeah?”
“I would,” I tell her. “I’ve got another business trip I’m leaving for after this one. But I would love to see you when I get home.”
I push the food out of the way and crawl over to her, taking her mouth with mine and tangling my fingers in her hair. It’s so long and soft, it’s perfect to wrap around my fist and tug. I break the kiss.
“And we still have the rest of tonight.”
She smirks.
“And toys we haven’t used. It would be a shame to let those go to waste. Don’t you think?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Without all of her usual toys at our disposal, she’s made great use of the pillowcases to tie my hands to the headboard and cover my eyes like a blindfold. My legs are still free, but I’m being a good boy and keeping them spread for her like she asked. I’m butt-ass naked, my cock is standing at full mast, and my mind is running with the possibilities of what her next move is going to be.
I hear her mess around in what I assume is her bag, and then she moves closer to the bed. I jump when the cool leather of my favorite little crop touches my bicep. She moves it slowly down my arm, over onto my chest, and down my stomach. My cock weeps in anticipation.
“Someone is excited,” she murmurs as she teases the underside of my dick. Three little love taps have my ass flexing and my hips pushing to the ceiling.
That earns me a very hard slap to my inner thigh.
“Ah, ah,” she scolds. “I said no moving.”
I bite down on the inside of my lip and wait for her to continue. The inside of my thigh is stinging like a bitch, but I don’t mind the pain. I realized quickly with her that pain—to a certain extent—heightens my pleasure. I’m not into anything too severe, but I can handle what she wants to give me, and I can’t lie, the best orgasms I’ve ever had have been with her.
She knows just how to push me right to my limits. We have a safe word; we established one the moment we stepped outside of my comfort zone. But I’ve never had to use it because she justknows. It’s like she’s so in tune with my body that she knows when I’m about to have enough, when I’m right at the edge of not being able to take any more.
If I do ever have to use it though, I know she’ll stop immediately. I trust this woman wholeheartedly.
“Ticklish?” she asks as she runs it across the bottom of my feet.
I am. I am ticklish. But she told me not to move. So I’m biting my lip so hard I taste blood, refusing to show I’m affected.
She laughs softly.
“Good boy.”
That’s right. I am a good fucking boy.
The mattress dips between my legs as she crawls onto the bed and situates herself between my legs.
“What a sight, Gregory.” The crop runs up my other leg and settles at my hip. “I like having you all naked and vulnerable, hands tied up and blindfold on.”
The crop smacks against my hip, and I twitch, but it’s small. She lets it go. Fuck, I forgot how much that shit stings. May as well hit me with a belt or a wooden spoon.
“Look how excited you are.” I feel the soft leather of the crop move close to my cock, and the precum drips onto my abs, making a sticky mess.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
