Page 23 of Wright Kind of Trouble

“I could just masturbate,” she said as her hand ran down her chest toward her waiting pussy.

I snatched her hand before she could reach the sensitive bud. “Don’t you dare.”

Her eyes were wide with desire as I held her wrist in a vise grip.

“You don’t want to watch me masturbate?” she teased.

“I want to watch,” I assured her. “I want it all.”

“Then…” She wiggled her fingers.

“Every orgasm you get belongs to me.”

Her eyes widened again. I could practically see the cogs working in her brain. As if she wasn’t sure how to reconcile her feminism with how much she enjoyed me telling her what to do. She’d told me last night that she would hit anyone who called her baby girl, and yet when I used the name, it’d opened the floodgates. We were a set match because everything she did turned me on, too.

“Fine,” she finally relented. “I will hurry back. While you torture me.”

I laughed as she rolled off the bed, squeezing her legs together briefly before going in search of her discarded clothing. She pulled her dress back over her head as I pulled on a pair of boxers.

“Any idea where my underwear went?”

“Yep,” I told her.

She arched an eyebrow. “Well?”

“I might have pocketed them last night.”

She toed my suit pants, but I snatched them off the ground.

Her eyes narrowed, and then she held her hand out. “Give me my underwear.”

I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me. My lips descended on hers. “I’m keeping them as a souvenir.”

“What?” she muttered. “Like you went to a theme park?”

I smirked. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

She pushed at me with a laugh. “You’re filthy.”

“I just want to imagine you walking around commando, knowing exactly what I did to this pussy.” I slid a hand underneath her skirt. “Exactly what I’m going to do to it later.”

“Oh,” she whispered. “Well…I don’t think I’m going to forget anytime soon.”

Still, she tried to reach for her underwear, and I pulled it back.

“Hurry back soon,” I said, smacking her on the ass.

She made a sound between disgruntled and horny. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”

“I look forward to it, baby girl.”

Then, I kissed her one more time. She grabbed her purse and hustled out of the house. It suddenly felt…empty without her.

There was Bowie. But even he sniffed around the house, as if wondering where Harley had gone off to. His new best friend.

“I know, buddy,” I said, ruffling his fur as we headed into the kitchen. “I miss her already, too.”

Despite giving all the incentive she needed to rush back, I had a feeling it would take her a while to return. Not because I was concerned that she’d change her mind, but just because she probably needed time to process.

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