Page 69 of Taking Chances

Greedy girl.

Heat now rushes to my core, and I feel my face burning.

Me:

Just eager to learn.

Lennox:

And you’ve learnt the first lesson so fucking well. I’m going to be thinking about it for years.

I was berating Matt and Natalie for office sex, and I’m using office time for sexting not even ten minutes later. Just a few more texts and I’ll get back to work.

Me:

Is it time to move on to another lesson?

I regret it the moment I send it but it’s too late.

Lennox:

Such a needy girl.

And what would you like to try?

Me:

How about you show me what you like?

Truth is—my one desire is to please him. He already gave me so much, and I want to even the score.

Lennox:

Friday. I’ll pick you up at 7:30.

I guess that means yes. Butterflies erupt in my stomach in anticipation of Friday. I should probably be scared, and there will be time for that, but right now excitement is the only thing I feel. Well, excitement mixed with arousal.

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LENNOX

Iwas supposed to be making the kitchen cabinets today, but after our texting session, I need to release the massive amount of pent-up energy. So, I decide to bring a sledgehammer to the garage bathroom. The room is hideous. The tiles and the grout are disgustingly dirty, courtesy of motor oil. There are spots of mold in one corner of the ceiling which I need to scrape off as soon as possible.

But today, I’m gutting the tiles. My dick’s still hard as I take a hammer to the wall, the sound of ceramics breaking filling the room.

She wants to try what I like. It doesn’t shock me—she’s a natural submissive, dying to please her partners. The list she checked off surprised me, being way kinkier than I expected, but one thing that wasn’t a surprise was that she wanted to be dominated. It was the one thing obvious in all her responses, she wanted to be used.

Her responses were almost perfectly compatible to mine, like two pieces of a kinky puzzle. It makes my forehead break out in a sweat even more than the hammer I’m pounding into thewall. The heavy physical exertion isn’t enough to keep my mind occupied from imagining what I want to do to her on Friday.

I want to take it slow to not overwhelm her, but I also want to overwhelm her so much that she’s nothing but lust. Nothing but need.

At first, I was apprehensive about the whole arrangement, but it now it’s the best thing I have in my life. Sexually, it’s better than any scene I could have in the club, especially when I know I’m giving her something—something more than just pleasure.

I’m giving her freedom. Confidence. And emotionally, I feel optimistic that she won’t fall for me. Guys like Tom are guys that she deserves. Guys that want to take her to dinners and marry her and give her babies. I can’t give her anything other than my body, and she’s smart enough to know that. Smart enough to know that there isn’t a lot hiding beneath my cold exterior.

By Friday,the bathroom is completely gutted, the mold is gone, and the plan for tonight is made.

I can’t remember the last time I was this excited for something. I used to be a planner sexually, but even that meant too much commitment. By the time that the scene was fully planned and developed, feelings were known to arise. So, I stooped to finding someone at the club and fucking them spontaneously and unceremoniously.

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