“Are you ready?” he asked, still holding her hands in one of his, lovingly tracing the tops of her knuckles with his other. Her fingers were cold and she was glad he held them. She feared he’d see them shaking otherwise. Whether from fear or anticipation, she couldn’t tell, though she’d wager it was aContinue reading “Four and Ten”
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Closing Time
“I will not do anything you don’t want and if you ask me to, right now, I’ll walk away and never touch you again. Is that what you want? You may answer.”
I swallowed hard. Yes, you presumptuous asshole, get the fuck out of here and don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you didn’t manage to push pass the simple, “No” that I did say.
“Good girl,” he said again, and trailed one finger down my neck. My knees almost went out then and there
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