Page 39 of My Karmic Destiny

“Dessert?” I ask her to continue.

Damn, she’s already so turned on.

“Warm cookies.” She moans as I sink my two fingers into her wet heat.

After a few blissful pumps in her slick pussy, I remove my hand and suck the juices from my digits. Then I give her my answer. “My favorite dessert is now you.”

“Fuck.” She hisses and squirms with need.

I pull into a dark parking lot to a quaint but upscale restaurant and park.

“We’re here already?” She sounds disappointed.

I lean over and nuzzle her neck. Why shouldn’t I press my luck? I just had my fingers deep inside her pussy.

“Do you need me to take care of you now?” I purr, my voice coming out gravelly and needy. “Or do you want to wait a bit?”

Tessa lets out a carefree laugh and pushes me away playfully. “I can wait… a little while.”

“That’s my sweet queen,” I praise.

“Queen? Ha!” But I can tell my words of affirmation are working on her. “I might revel in being a queen too much to be your submissive. I enjoy being in control.”

“Even the mighty of us need a break, don’t we, love?” I tuck a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

I can see when the appeal of letting go clicks for her. “I suppose we do. That includesyou,love,” she says with a raised brow. “What if I wanted to Domme you?”

“It never hurts to try new things.” I wink at her and then hop out of the Corvette and race around to get the door for her. “Well, unless you’re spanking the fuck out of me. That will hurt.”

She laughs again, but I know I’m luring her to the dark side with that image. I’d let her welt my ass if she loved it, if it helped her heal, if it allowed her to let go of the reins sometimes.

I hold out my hand to help her to her feet. She takes it gracefully, but jokes. “You know I can just pop into the restaurant from the mansion now?”

“Where’s the fun in the journey, though?” I ask. “That’s like just having an orgasm without being edged with foreplay beforehand.”

“Edged?” She almost doubles over in laughter. “Most guys don’t even know what the word foreplay means.”

“Then it’s a good thing you have me to make sure your needs are met.”

I allow her to take the lead that she so badly needs and watch the seductive sway of her hips as she approaches the entrance. Right before she gets to the door, I race ahead and open it for her.

“You and Dante are so chivalrous.”

I don’t know what compels me to inquire about their dynamic, but I ask. “Does he satisfyallyour needs, my love?”

She narrows her eyes at me and doesn’t say a word. Did I go too far?

Then she frowns. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned him,” she says. It surprises me that she’s apologizing. “I should focus on you right now, not compare you to the others.”

Before the hostess can make it to us, I whisper in Tessa’s ear. “No. We need to be open and okay with the others. We all need to communicate freely.”

“But I shouldn’t compare either,” she says.

“Table for two?” the hostess asks.

“We have a reservation.” I give her my name, and we’re shown to a dark, quiet corner in the restaurant with a view of the city lights. Fortunately, we’re seated at a booth, and she’s sitting to my immediate right.

“This place is so fancy.” Tessa shifts uncomfortably in her seat, adjusting her dress.

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