Page 98 of Dare To Fall

“The cheer squad?”

“Most of them. Not always sex, though. Linda sucked my dick, so has Lacy.”

“I didn’t ask for names.” She scowls at me.

I incline my head. “Sorry, Hellcat. I’ll keep my responses focused solely on your question.”

“Did you like it?”

“Like what?” It’s my turn to frown.

“Having sex with them.”

There’s no right answer to that question. If I say yes, she’ll be angry. If I say no, she’ll say I’m lying. Which I would be because at the time … I opt for honesty.

“Sure. When it was happening, I enjoyed it.”

“Did you meet them at the cemetery?”

“No.”

“Did you give them the same dares you gave me?”

“Never.”

“I’ve read that submissives sit with their legs apart and their palms resting on their thighs.”

I hike one eyebrow. She waves a hand. I laugh. She’s sitting on the couch like a little fucking queen. All she needs is a crown.

“Oh, Kitten.” I shake my head. “I promised to be your servant for forty-eight hours. I never said I’d be submissive. That’s not in my nature.”

She pouts, and I really have to fight against the urge to kiss it off her mouth.

“Why do you give me so many nicknames?”

“The situation dictates which one I use.”

“And what does this one dictate? Why are you calling me Kitten right now?”

“Because that’s what I see in your eyes. My little playful kitten who’s testing her claws. If I hadn’t promised to do what you want—” I snap my mouth closed with an audible click of my teeth.

She leans forward. “No. Please, finish that sentence.”

When I don’t reply, she uncurls herself from the corner of the couch and comes to stand in front of me. I let my gaze run up her legs, over the shorts covering her pussy, then tip my head back to search out her face.

“Tell me what you were going to say.”

I lick my lips, flicking my tongue piercing against my teeth. “If I hadn’t promised to do what you want, the way you’re behaving would have you on your back while I feed you my dick until you purr for me.”

Small white teeth bite down into her bottom lip and she swallows, then spins away.

“I’m hungry. I want pancakes. Make them for me.”

Fuck.

“I’ve never made pancakes. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Because you’ve always had a cook who made everything for you? What would you do if you had to live alone? You’d starve to death.”

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