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His pupils go wide. His voice shifts toward the friend I know. Or maybe the lover I'm about to fuck. The one who explains the rules not the one playing the game. "That's a good start, yeah."
I hold his gaze as I roll my dress off my shoulders.
He watches as I reveal my breasts. "You're a fast learner."
"Stop me if I'm getting this wrong."
He nods. "I will. But you won't."
Something passes between us. An understanding. A trust. It's sexual, yes, but it's deeper too. It warms me someplace I'm usually cold.
I don't admit my deepest desires. I don't trust anyone with him. I don't let go like this.
But somehow, here, I can release control and take it at once.
I nod.
And, in an instant, he switches modes. To the stern man who's desperate to have his way with me. "On the floor. On your knees."
My body begs me to relent. To do whatever he wants. Anything he wants. But it's easy to talk back to him. It feels even better than giving in to him. "Why should I?"
His pupils dilate. He sits back, surprised by how much he likes it, how much he wants it too. And then he falls into it completely.
There's no line between what he wants and what he says.
And there's nothing between my needs and my actions either.
We're perfectly in flow.
Jackson brings his hand to my chest and draws a circle around my nipple. "You should follow orders." His gaze dips to my breasts. "Because I won't fuck you until you do." He draws the shape again.
My sex clenches.
My body hums.
Jackson finds the posture he needs. The tone. "Because bad girls get punished."
Yes. That. Now. "What if I want to be punished?" No. Later. And now. I want everything all at once. But one thing at a time. The thing I want the most.
"Try me," he dares.
I swallow hard. Yes. This is exactly it. This is the thing I want the most. But how does it go?
He notices my hesitation. Leans into it. "I'll ask one more time. On the floor. On your knees."
"Or you'll punish me?"
"Yes." He breathes an entire promise into the single word.
It's exactly what I need to fall further into this. I sit back on my heels.
He takes my hand and pulls me up, then over his lap, in one swift motion.
I land on the seat, my face and chest falling off his thighs, my stomach pressed against his lap, my ass in the air.
He's still hard.
And I want that.
