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“Come here.” She yanks me up, kissing me, unashamed of tasting herself all over my mouth. Our lower halves may be too tired to continue, but our upper halves are more than eager to make love… regardless of how rough or ridiculous it may be. “Did you mean what you said about feeling guilty about being a woman?”

I can’t believe she’s bringing this up now, but I go with it. “You know what I mean…”

“Yeah, but if you weren’t a woman, we would have never found each other. So don’t feel ashamed about that, Katie. You being a woman is one of the best things about you.”

“And what about you?”

Something darkens her face in this half-lit hallway. “What do you think, huh? Is it one of the best things about me?”

“Only if you want it to be.”

“Nah. I want to hear you say it.”

I kiss her again. This time, I’m the one mauling her lips and scratching her bare skin. “I love you just the way you are,” I say between kisses. “Let’s just fuck gender and get out of here.”

It’s not until I see someone out of the corner of my eye that I pull away from Ira and smile at our voyeur. “Like what you saw?” I ask Eve’s date, who is much more petite now that she’s not on the second floor. She looks to have come from the women’s room, and I don’t doubt she decided to stop and watch the show. “Tell your date all about it. For me.”

The young woman raises an eyebrow before scooting off.

“And tell her to fuck you half as good tonight!”

“Now, now,” Ira gently reprimands, pushing me against the wall again. “No need to be so intense… with anyone other than me.”

“I’ll be intense with whomever I please, Mistress.” The closer I feel to her, the more I want to test her patience. Especially in private.

“I’ll hold you that, my darling.”

She kisses me. The rest of the night is a dream I hope to never wake up from.

Chapter 80

Ira

“Sit still,” Kathleen says, scraping a tiny razor across the bottom of my chin. “I don’t want to cut you and watch you bleed all over my sink.”

I’m trying to wash my hands without getting my rolled-up sleeves too wet. This is what I get for telling her I don’t plan on shaving for another two days. I will have you know that Kathleen Allen is perfectly fine with my random errant chin hairs rubbing against her pussy, but for some reason, it’s not okay for watching a movie. Even though she has them too!

Honestly, I think she gets off on shaving me. Next it will be my legs. Silky smooth.

“I cut myself all the time. What’s the difference if you do it?”

Kathleen puts the razor down and wipes my face with a hand towel. “The difference is that this is my sink and I don’t want your DNA all over it. What’s going to happen if you turn up dead and the police see how much blood of yours is in my bathroom? Boom. Prison.”

“You’re loaded. You can afford a good lawyer.” I shrug, taking the towel from her hand so I can finish up in her stead. She rolls her eyes and grabs the lotion I keep here. Haha. I keep stuff here. You know how serious that makes our relationship. I’ve got her tampons in my bathroom and I’ve got my favorite cologne here. We’re practically married.

And my cat has a plethora of toys whenever she sneaks into my bathroom and opens the cupboard. You ever seen a cat stalk around with a tampon in its mouth? Film it. I have!

“Besides,” I continue, as Kathleen smacks my face with lotion, “I hear some good shit happens in those women’s prisons. Good lesbian shit. You’d have my blessing.”

“You think I could run some BDSM ring in there?” Kathleen puts the lotion away and picks up a hairbrush. She tackles her scalp with more force than I give her ass when I spank it. Ouch. “I could be the Monique Grant of the state pen. Get me some girls, some patrons who pay in cigarettes, and watch the cash roll in. As cigarettes, of course.”

“Of course.”

Kathleen pulls a wad of blond hair from her brush before tossing it aside. Tonight she’s wearing a white one-piece that sparkles in the soft lights of the bathroom. We’ve come back from dinner, her treat. I plan on treating her to something else later.

We give and take, Kathleen and me.

It’s been over a week since her debut in Midnight. Since then, I’ve become the envy of every dominant I know, and she’s not seen a blip in her social life. Although she keeps mumbling something about someone named Dawn Lovett, whoever she is.

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