Page 52 of Sweet Pea

“Sir.”

I couldn’t stop a laugh. “Okay, I am not going to call you Sir.”

“You may enjoy it, baby.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to keep a straight face,” I admitted.

He smiled. “Challenge accepted.”

“Do you ever just have normal sex?”

“No. It’s why our first night together was a mind fuck for me,” he admitted, pulling me against him. “I wasn’t prepared to enjoy it so much.”

I smiled, sliding my hands up his chest. “Well, I have never, and I mean, never, taken a man home after a first date. Or whatever that was.”

He kissed me gently. “It was a first date.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

He pulled a folded envelope from his back pocket and handed it to me. “I went to Eldie and had her run the full gamut of tests. These are the results. I’m clean. Are you up to date on your birth control?”

I nodded. “I have an IUD.”

“You wanna play with me, Callie? Without condoms?”

I bit my lip. “Yes.”

“You already wet?” he asked, sliding his hand up my skirt and between my legs.

“Yes.”

His finger slid along the seam of my panties, then dipped inside of me. “Soaked.”

I gripped his arm, bucking against his hand, but he pulled out of me and licked his finger clean. “Don’t move.”

He tugged my T-shirt over my head, unhooked my bra and dropped it onto the floor, then pushed my skirt and panties from my hips. I stepped out of the pile of fabric, leaving my flipflops under all of it, and he kicked the clothing into the corner of the room.

The coolness of his air-conditioned room made my nipples pebble and I couldn’t stop a shiver, but I wasn’t cold. I was needy.

He cupped my mound with a smile. “Spread your legs.”

I did as he ordered, and he gave my pussy a gentle smack. “You just get waxed?”

I nodded.

“Sensitive?”

I nodded again, because I didn’t think I could form words.

His fingers slid into me and his thumb grazed my clit, and I feared I’d come right there, but he must have known what he was doing and pulled away. I whimpered, reaching for his hand, but he shook his head. “You’ll come when I tell you to come.”

He walked to one of his cabinets, returning with a pair of nipple clamps that looked more like jewelry than a sex toy. Bending slightly, he sucked one nipple into a tighter peak, then settled the clamp over it, repeating the action with the other. A long chain with a crystal hung to my belly button and he tugged on it gently. “Too tight?”

I shook my head. God, it felt amazing.

He kissed me again. “I’ll leave the pussy clamps for another time.”

“Okay,” I rasped, my body on overdrive as he moved his lips down my neck, his beard scraping deliciously across my skin.

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