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“What’s so funny?” he asks me.

“I thought you didn’t like fiction,” I find myself teasing him.

Hunter doesn’t say anything for long enough that I worry I’ve insulted him, until he suddenly pushes me onto the couch. I squeak and drop the controller to the floor. Hunter boxes me in, staring down at me with those blue, blue eyes of his.

“Maybe this wasn’t so bad,” Hunter answers, right before he kisses me.

No, I think, this isn’t so bad at all.

I can feel his erection through his pants, but he doesn’t move to take the dildo out of me. He even stops groping me, instead focused solely on kissing me until I’m breathless. I don’t know what to make of it, but after only a few minutes, I stop caring.

It just feels good.

I keep expecting him to go back to touching my nipples, to caressing my breasts, but he just continues to kiss me. I don’t remember the last time I just made out with someone. None of the customers at Ntimacy wanted to kiss, and I wouldn’t have wanted to kiss them either. And with Dylan… Well, he’d just wanted to fuck and get it over with, whether I was ready for it or not.

Right now, I’m more than ready for it. I’m even eager for him to unhook the harness and pull the dildo out so he can take me properly, and I arch my hips in supplication.

He doesn’t do that, though, and I can’t figure out why.

I try to make myself as loose and open for him as possible, and I groan into his kisses. When I attempt to wrap my arms around his shoulders, he takes my wrists and places them flat on the couch again.

“Shh,” he says, nibbling at my lower lip. “Just relax.”

I am relaxed, surprisingly so, but I find that I want the intimacy of it all.

In a way, it feels like a rejection that he doesn’t want me to do anything more than lie here and kiss him, but I don’t let that show. Instead, I give him what he seems to want, even though I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing.

I can feel his erection against my thigh, but he doesn’t grind against me. When I lift my thigh just a little to stimulate it, he raises his pelvis away and pushes my thigh back down.

He really wants to simply kiss me.

My mind is whirring in confusion as I give into it, forgetting about attempting to please him. Maybe I can pretend that he actually likes me, and he enjoys spending time with me.

When was the last time any man actually liked me though?

I bury that thought before I start tearing up again. I want to just drift away on these dreamy, soft sensations.

When Hunter pulls back, I whimper in disappointment. My lips feel swollen from all the kissing, and I’m throbbing with need.

“I think it’s time for bed,” Hunter says, getting off the couch. He turns the system and the TV off, then looks down at me. “You can sleep at the foot of my bed, or you can sleep alone. But you won’t see me in the morning if you sleep alone.”

I realize I don’t like the idea of sleeping alone and waking alone, and I quickly say, “I’ll sleep at the foot of the bed.” It’s strange, the idea that I’m some pampered pet. I don’t really want to sleep like a dog, but it’s better than the alternative.

Hunter nods in what I think is approval. “Then come along. Let’s get you chained up for the night.”

He heads off toward his bedroom, not even waiting for me to obey—because he simply expects that obedience.

He’s going to get it, too, because as uncomfortable as I am with the dildo inside of me— as much as I hate this arrangement—I’d rather have his praise than his displeasure. I follow him into the room, taking cautious steps that make the dildo shift inside of me and bring unwelcome pleasure. I wait for him to motion to the foot of the bed before climbing up onto it, offering out my wrist for him to chain.

Hunter doesn’t smile, but he says, “good girl,” and I inhale at the sudden warmth I feel in my chest.

I’m not actually his pet, I remind myself. I’m not supposed to care what he thinks of me.

But maybe it wouldn’t be bad if he liked me, just a little.

CHAPTER 10

Hunter

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