Page 37 of Crave Me

She screams through her orgasm and it’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever heard. She’s so goddamn addictive when she’s like this. My cock jerks inside her until I’m completely spent. I pull myself from her body and move to sit next to her while we both work to control our breathing.

“So, you in?”

She turns her head to look at me, a smile on her face. She really is just so damn beautiful. Especially like this. Freshly fucked, coming down from an orgasm, her wild hair dancing around her face, and my cum leaking out of her. How she hasn’t been wifed up yet is crazy to me.

“Yeah. I’m in. But there needs to be rules.”

“Let’s hear ’em.”

“This ends when I leave here. No strings attached.”

“Okay. What else?”

“We keep it to ourselves. Despite what you may think, I really do love my job, and I can’t lose it because I’m sleeping with my boss. I also don’t want to be looked at like a hussy, don’t forget I’m new here.”

“I can do that. Anything else? Should I open my notes app?”

That earns me a slap on my bare chest. I can’t help but grab her wrist, bringing her palm to my mouth and biting the skin under the inside of her thumb.

“No. What about you? Anything to add?” she asks.

“Just one question.” She looks at me thoughtfully, waiting. “Any limits?”

Her smile fills her face.

“Apparently none with you.”

“Can I ask something without you being an asshole?” Blaire asks as she looks at me from across the bar, where she’s seated in a clean Aspen Ridge Distillery T-shirt of mine.

“Not a very nice way to start a conversation, Blaire, but try me.”

“I’m used to needing control. I shy away from men, no offense, like you. But with you...”

“With me you like it. More than like it.”

She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes and my heart flips in my chest again. I rub my knuckles into it to ease this awful feeling. I kind of figured she’s never been with someone with my tastes before and knows nothing about this type of sexual lifestyle.

“I just expected to not like anything remotely close to what we’ve done, I’m trying to understand why.”

“Here’s a question for you, why does it matter why you enjoy it? Does it feel good?”

“Just forget I asked.”

I walk around the bar from where I’m making our breakfast and pull her around to face me. Her legs open and I step between them, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me.

“Answer me. Don’t make me repeat it or I’ll bend you over my lap right now and punish you.”

Her eyes flutter closed as her breath hitches. So responsive.

“Yes. It feels good. I was just trying to understand why. What we’ve done, what I’ve let you do, those were hard lines before.”

I boop her nose with my finger.

“That’s just it. Whatyoulet me do. You think that because I’m the one being dominant means that I have all the control? That’s all you, baby. At any point you could tell me to stop, pause, go, and I would.”

“So, what do you get out of it?”

“It’s the exchange that does it for me. Whether you’re going to like this next part or not, it’s the truth. Your mind and your body trust me enough to hand it all over to me. You’re able to completely let go and know that I’ll keep you safe and make youfeel better than you ever have before. It’s the exchange of trust. Having someone give themselves up wholly to me? Fuck, Blaire. Yeah, that does it for me.” My cock starts to thicken behind my sweats just thinking about it.

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