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Those are the words I want to hear, yet they’re almost deafened by my pulse thumping in my ears. A wave of happiness shoots out of my core and warms each and every muscle throughout my body. I’m smiling like a fool, I can feel it, and all I want to do is turn back to Eva and bring her in for another deep, long kiss.

Which means it’s time to go. Before I do something I can’t come back from.

“I’m very happy with our first session. You did great, but I should go.”

“I understand.” She almost sounds sad. “And thank you. I had fun.”

I get up and can’t keep my eyes off her. Even if my staring brings with it the unending urge to fling myself on top of her again, tear away her soaking clothes, and give myself a first glance at what’s beneath them.

Why stop there? Why not have a first taste? Touch?

I pack my things and run before my second head makes me do something I’ll regret. Gotta take Eva on that date first. Treat her like the queen she is.

Then I can destroy her pussy without feeling like an animal.

7

ARTHUR

One Week Later

“You’re late.” It sounds so stern. So serious. Like our training is some life or death matter.

“Ease up, Captain. It’s only a few minutes,” Eva says, sipping at a long green straw sticking out of a plastic cup. A drop of the pink, creamy milkshake stays on her lip as she moves the straw aside. What I wouldn’t give to lick it up. “Needed a sugar rush to keep up with you on the field.”

“Doesn’t matter if it’s by a minute or an hour, late is late.”

Stop, Arthur. She isn’t one of your soldiers; she’s a woman with a whole life outside these sessions.

Reprimanding myself doesn’t work. Of course, she has things to do that don’t involve me. But it makes me itch. Irritated. Afraid of not being good enough.

Desperate and pathetic doesn’t look good on me.

“Punctuality is key in everything we do. Missing time, missing your mark, leads to trouble,” I add. A bullshit lecture for my own peace of mind.

Eva smirks and speaks with devilish sarcasm. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

It knocks the wind from my lungs and makes my cock twitch in unimaginable delight.

“What did you just say?” I choke on the sentence.

“I’ve been a naughty girl. Missed my curfew. Don’t be angry at me.” She pouts, continuing the false upset act.

“Stop it.” It’s more for me than her. I managed to stay in control this long; I’d hate to lose it all because of a few well-picked words.

“Or what? Your mouth’s saying no, but your eyes…” Eva wrinkles her nose, and her tongue runs over her lip to lap away the milkshake. “They’re begging for a yes.”

“Don’t make me punish you. Pull you onto my knee, rip off your pants, and spank you the way your Daddy should.”

No. Stop. Don’t play into it.A little voice whispers in the back of my head. It stills the sound of my heart thumping in my ears.

“Trying to threaten me with a good time?” Eva leans in closer to me. She turns her eyes to the house as if checking to see if anyone’s around.

My hard facade breaks, the corners of my lips curling into a wicked smile. “No one’s home, Eva. They went out for the day. So don’t expect anyone to save you if you keep pushing me.”

“Maybe you’re the one who needs help,” she whispers into my ear.

I gulp down a hard swallow. Damn fucking right, I need help. I’ve been in a spiral since we kissed, with no signs of finding my footing on the horizon. Eva’s using it to toy with me. Break my spirit.

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