Page 116 of Dose

“Tonight only unless you choose it again.”

“Yes.”

“Same colors as before. Red stops everything. Yellow pauses. Two taps if words disappear.”

“Yes.”

“No restraints. No gag.”

“No restraints,” she agrees. “I want your hands. I want your voice. I want you rough enough that I can feel the difference.”

“The difference between what?”

“Being taken and giving.”

I rise and frame her face between my hands.

“Color?”

“Green.”

Then I kiss her.

I remove the remainder of her gear slowly. Buckles, belt, base layer. Not stripping an operative down to a woman underneath—she is both, and both are mine tonight because she has placed them in my hands.

“Mine,” I say against her throat. “Because you chose me.”

Her breath catches.

I kiss the hard pulse beneath her jaw, her collarbone, the scar near her ribs. My hands close around her breasts. She arches into them.

“They documented your body,” I say. “They never had this.”

“What?”

“Your yes.”

My hand slides between her thighs. She’s already wet.

“Mine to touch?”

“Yes.”

I make her say it again before my fingers enter her.

She grips my shoulders, trembling, but she remains with me. Her eyes stay open. When I ask her color, she says green without hesitation.

I walk her back to the bed and lay her down.

“Tell me what you want. Exact words, baby girl.”

Her cheeks flush. She fights through it.

“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me like I’m yours. I need to hear you say I belong to you because I gave myself to you.”

I strip and kneel between her thighs.

“You belong to me tonight.” I press into her slowly. “Not because someone wrote your code on a file. Because you opened your legs and told me yes.”