Page 155 of Bake the Town Red

It’s been like that for the last four days.

The dark gray clouds of this Saturday morning aren’t as comforting as they used to be. The bitter coffee tastes way too sweet. I spit it out. Disgusting.

An urge inside me demands I barge into her shop. Drag her to any of her back rooms and strip her bare. Fuck her there for motherfucking weeks.

I want to stitch my fingers to her neck so I can choke her whenever fucking possible.

Or put a collar around her neck, be the one to hold on to her leash. Own every piece of her.

I told her as much a minute before she went out the door today.

“Stay, or I’ll drop by and do either of those things to you,” I warned.

“I wish.” She leaned in to kiss my naked chest, leaving red marks the shape of her lips on my skin. “One day, we would. Today is not that day.”

Her nervous energy was everywhere. She had a lot of things to do.

She had to leave, and she had to leave this second.

Did it bother me that she had other obligations?

A little.

“A compromise.” My arm around her waist hauled her back into the apartment. I shut the door as soon as Dahlia was back inside.

“You’ll have to wait until tonight. Then we’ll fuck with the dead body in the back-back room.” Her fists were at my chest. She looked so cute in the long, black wool coat I bought her. It almost reached her ankles. Fucking adorable. “That’s the only compromise I’m willing to make.”

“Hardly satisfying.”

Her Chucks dragged on my floor as I continued hauling her deeper into our apartment. Into our bedroom. She looked beautiful, her hair in a neat bun. Mine was still messy from sleep and my stubble thick after a few days of not grooming it.

“No time for fucking,” she shrieked.

“This isn’t about fucking.”

My promise didn’t comfort Dahlia. She punched my chin just as I was about to throw her on the bed. I threw her there anyway.

“Feisty little thing.” Dahlia was already on her feet when I shook my head. “Stay.”

“No.” She did, though.

“I said we’ll have a compromise.” I pulled open one of the drawers in my closet. Took out the items I needed. “This.” Spinning back, I made sure she saw the chastity belt and its key. “This is a compromise. For when I can’t be with you. When I can’t own you the way I like.”

Dahlia’s cheeks flushed. A glimmer of need lit up her blue eyes.

“Panties off.”

That wasn’t a request. It was a demand Dahlia followed. It took a couple of minutes to remove her sneakers, thick tights, and panties.

“Good girl,” I said when she was bare to me.

She hummed as I knelt before her.

“Open wide.” I dangled the key in front of her mouth, and she parted her lips for me.

Almost let me put it in her mouth.

“You said you loved it when I swallowed.” Dahlia’s tongue darted out to lick the teeth of the key. “Yes, little savage. Fuck, yes. Suck me dry. Every fucking drop.”

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