Page 84 of Taking Chances

“I made the muffins, but the chicken burrito wraps are bought.”

“Doubt they can taste as good as the muffins.” He winks, making me blush.

We dig in, and though the wraps are cold and soggy, they feel like the best thing I’ve ever eaten.

I want to thank him again for the money he donated, but he obviously isn’t comfortable talking about that. So we eat in pleasant silence, the sound of us chewing mixing with the sound of the dishwasher.

After we finish, I clear out the table just as the dishwasher marks the end of the program. I open it, grabbing a clean dishrag and get to work.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his deep voice raspy.

“Helping.” I shoot him a sweet smile, knowing he’ll protest this.

“You should be resting. You need aftercare, not…this.”He gestures to the general kitchen area.

“Aftercare should be comfortable, shouldn’t it?” I lean my hip on the counter.

“Sure…”

“And do you think I would be comfortable lying in bed while I know you have a ton of chores to do? ChoresIdistracted you from.” I cross my arms in front of my chest.

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Fuck.She has a point.

She also looks adorably confident in her argument, a look she wears far too rarely.

“Fine,” I grit out, grabbing another dishrag and joining her.

I tell her where the cups and glasses go, and she dries each one before placing it carefully in the designated spot.

Nope. That won’t work for me. But I’ll wait until she leaves, because having them showcased as if it’s a storefront window gives me the creeps. I’m shooting for ‘slightly messy and disheveled’. Something like she is right now. Hair still wild, skin still flushed, my t-shirt huge on her, hanging off one shoulder.

Her knees are chafed, and my dick stirs with the image of how she looked on her hands and knees for me. How needy and desperate she was. How she took everything I gave her, submitting to me completely. People tend to think that the dominant holds the power, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. She held all the power, and she decided to trust me with it. And I know she fucking enjoyed it.

It’s funny to think she’s never done similar things before. She’s a natural. But damn, am I glad to be the one to introduce her to it. To be the one to corrupt her.

I grab a quick shower before joining her. Working together, we’re done in less than half an hour, and the kitchen is spotless inside and out.

“Now I’m just missing some food,” I joke, opening the mostly empty fridge, and she giggles in response.

“I would love to help you, but I should really get going. This was supposed to be just a lunch drop off.” She waves a finger at me, making me grin.

“I’ll drive you. I can pick some things up on the way back.”

Back in my kitchen,I make quick work of putting the food away. In my bedroom, there are still traces of sex.

I change the sheets and throw them in the washer. Approaching the dresser, I open a drawer designated to her.Fuck, I haven’t even thought to use the stuff in it.It wasn’t intentional, but as ideas of what I wanted to do to her grew, so did my shopping list for miscellaneous kinky items.

And after today, the list can only get longer. I had a hunch that she might have interests similar to mine, but seeing it actually play out… fuck.

I’m nowhere near done. I want to completely unravel her.

I want to dig into her mind, find the dirtiest, kinkiest fantasies she never even admitted to herself and make them happen. Which gives me an idea.

It’s going to take some research, but it’s not like I have better things to do. There’s no need to find her limit checklist—I know it by heart, but I search my bookshelf and quickly find the bookI’m looking for—the one I stole from her place. I open it, and my phone pings with a text.

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