Page 19 of Cookies and Control

Not ready to believe the internet, I asked Laz. With his straightforward, sex-positive attitude, he said, “It’s one of those things that feeds our primal instincts. It’s why people enjoy things like boxing and MMA, but instead of beating each other up, you give each other orgasms. Win-win.”

He normalized it for me, helping me realize it’s just another kink that can be fun if done right.

Betsy:Dad leaves at 7 pm.

I stare at the simple message that clarifies when I’ll step into uncharted territory. Is it really that easy? Is a text too impersonal? No point second-guessing myself. I want her. And I plan on taking her.

The rest of the day crawls by. I try to distract myself, but my mind keeps drifting back to Betsy. The way she challenged Bull, her boldness, her vulnerability. It’s a dangerous combination that I’m drawn to like a predator to prey.

It’s barely 6:30 when I arrive. I couldn’t wait any longer, but Bull’s still home. I use a pull-off past his house to wait discreetly.

His Volvo pulls out a few minutes before seven. Forcing myself to stay put for another minute, I finally have my chance to give Betsy what she should have gotten the night of the auction. Her first sexual experience done right.

She’s in her bedroom when I enter, but comes down right away. Her long, flowing dress trails down the stairs behind her. It’s casual, but I imagine it being her wedding gown.

That’s jumping ahead a few steps. Somewhere in the middle, we’ll have to rectify all of this with Bull. I hate when we’re at odds.

“You’re gorgeous.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. My eyes trace the soft curves her dress hides.

Her cheeks flush. “I couldn’t put makeup on or Dad would have suspected something.”

“Good.” I take her hand as she gets to the bottom. “You don’t need it. You’re beautiful just like this.”

Her eyes narrow as if she wants to ask something. I tell her, “Speak freely, and know that I’m here to apologize.”

Her eyes light up.

“What were you about to say?”

“It’s silly.”

“Then I want to know what you consider silly. I want to break all of the barriers between us. I’m sorry about the other day. I apologize for how I reacted to what I heard in your audiobook. My reaction was judgmental and crappy. You trusted us enough to share your desires, and we shot you down.”

She starts to look away, but I catch her chin. “Hey, look at me.”

The zing of exhilaration that shoots through me with the command is mirrored in her eyes. This is what she wants. I would have never guessed, nor would I have tried it without her prompting.

I continue, “I did some research. You opened my eyes to things I never knew existed.” My thumb traces her jawline. “Things I’m very interested in exploring. With you.”

“Really?” Her voice wavers. “You mean that?”

I cup her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. “We have to be open and honest, Betsy. So tell me what silly question you were about to ask earlier.”

“It’s nothing.” She shakes her head.

I’d thought about how I’d show her I’m willing to try. It needs to be on her terms, so I pull her close and slap her ass.

Her body shudders and she gasps. But her smile when she looks up at me clarifies it was the right move.

“I’ll spank it out of you if I have to.”

“That’s hardly encouragement for me to say it.”

“Hmm… then I won’t spank youunlessyou tell me.”

She rolls her eyes. “I was going to ask if you really think I’m beautiful.”

I stroke her hair. “You’re so beautiful. Why do you ask?”

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