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“Depends on your threshold.” Sitting up, I yawn and stretch my arms until something in my shoulder pops. Man, that felt good. “Do you have to go to work?”
“Umm.” She scratches her head. Her hair looks knotty and frizzy, and I want to gather it in my hands and pull it. “I don’t have to go in until three today.”
It just occurred to me that I have no clue what this woman does for a living. “Hungry?”
Sliding out of the bed, my morning wood is on full display as I pull out a fresh pair of boxers from my dresser. After Mak fell asleep last night, I was still too restless to join her, and spent the better part of three hours watching her facial expressions, counting her breaths, swiping the hair from her face, and making sure she was all tucked in tight regardless of how much she tossed and turned. Then I went downstairs to edit some more photos and sent them off to my clients in their passcode protected galleries. After that, I lifted weights in my garage and took a shower.
Since it’s just after seven in the morning, I’ve gotten about two and a half hours of sleep. I can work with that. “We need coffee and waffles.”
“No coffee for me. I’m a tea girl.”
“And here I thought you were perfect.”
“I am.” She grins. “You’re the one with beverage issues.”
I growl at her in a playful way and love how her breath catches.
Before I have a chance to drop to my knees and worship her pussy, Mak looks around my room in confusion. “Where did I leave my clothes?”
Something in me panics. I don’t want her to get dressed yet. But I also want her comfortable and warm. My little vixen has goosebumps all over her arms. Shit. I run hot and keep my house on the cool side all year round. The fire downstairs definitely died out by now, so it’s a little chillier than usual in here. I quickly grab a hoodie from my closet and toss it to her. “Put this on.”
Mak bites her lip, but does as I command. I like that she listens so well. I don’t have the patience to tame a brat—not that they could be tamed anyway—but they’re just not my type.
I catch her inhaling the fabric of the hoodie and pretend I didn’t see it happen. “Are you sore?”
“A little.” She plays with the hoodie strings. “It’s oddly kind of nice.”
That’s good. I hope her experience last night was a great one for her. I plan to give her many more.
My black hoodie hits her knees. Did she shrink in the middle of the night? I swear every time I look at her from a different angle, she’s smaller and more mesmerizing.
I want to devour her. Bet she tastes sweet as candy first thing in the morning. “How’s your headspace?”
“Good.” She gathers her knotty hair and lets it fall over her shoulders, then puts the hood up over her head. “I feel strange, but it’s nice. I’m all loose and calm inside.”
Hopefully she stays that way. I’m not cocky enough to say I fucked her boneless, because last night I barely did a thing, but I’m glad she’s in a good spot mentally and physically today. As her Dom, it’s my job to make sure she’s steady and safe, even after a scene ends. The adrenaline she felt last night in the yard wasn’t the same as what flooded her system in my bed. One was fear and excitement. The other was cautious experimentation.
She fucked me, not the other way around. Even when I was on top, Mak still set the pace and drove my actions, regardless of whether she realized it or not.
Going off her body language last night, I think it’s safe to say she thought I was just going to ram her ass with my dick. Mak braced herself to let me do just that, which made me feel extra protective of her. I can’t erase what her ex did to destroy her first time with anal, but I can make it better for her from here on out.
In this dynamic, I give her control, patience, and encouragement. She gifts me her body, trust, and submission.
Just thinking about how good it was coming inside her tight little ass has me dying to do it again.
“Come on.” I playfully tug her hair and head out of the bedroom first. If I stay in here while she’s looking this adorable, I’ll fuck her until she can’t walk away from me.
The first thing I notice when I hit the bottom step is the familiar sound of scratching at my sliding back door. Damnit, Cooper. I storm over and open the damned thing to let the dog in.
“I didn’t know you had a dog!” Mak drops to her knees when the goofy animal runs right to her, wagging his tail because he’s an attention whore.
“He’s the neighbor’s and gets out all the time. They have the farm next door.”
“Aww, you’re so cute!” Mak giggles as the chocolate lab jumps up and knocks her over. “Omph!”
“Cooper, down!” I grab him by the collar and pull him off her. “No jumping.” Cooper sits, still wagging his tail hard enough to make his entire back half sway across my floor. Reaching out for Mak’s hand, I help pull her up. “You okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“I’m fine.” She bends down and starts scratching Cooper’s ears. “He’s such a lovey!”