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When he finally shoved off the wall and stepped out of the room, rubbing his cock over the front of his shorts, he realized he had one more stipulation he wanted to make.

He stepped up to the bathroom door and knocked. “Lyla?”

“Yes?”

“I’m probably a far bossier Daddy Dom than you can even imagine. I will impose rules on you that will make your pussy so wet you won’t be able to sit still. We’ll get to those rules later, but I’m going to insist that you follow one of them starting right now.”

“Rock…” she groaned.

“Little Lyla, I’m serious.”

“Fine. What is this rule?”

“Do not touch that sweet pussy of yours any more than absolutely necessary. I don’t know how often you masturbate or what you usually need to do to get off, but it stops now. Your orgasms are mine, starting this minute. Understood?” If she wanted to wait to have sex, he would give her as much time as she needed, but she sure as fuck wasn’t going to lock herself in the bathroom, close her eyes, and picture him while she rubbed her pussy. Fuck, no.

Something clattered to the floor. It didn’t sound like it broke. Maybe a brush or something.

“Lyla…”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded.

“Good girl. Enjoy your shower. There’s Tylenol in the medicine cabinet. Take some. I’ll make breakfast.”

His cock was too hard to walk straight as he stepped away, but he was feeling pretty good about himself, too. Smug.

Lyla was back.

Now, he just needed to help her see that she was his and he would never let her go again.

CHAPTER

TEN

Lyla trembled as she stared at her brush on the floor. She couldn’t pick it up because she was gripping the edge of the vanity to keep from collapsing. Her head was spinning.

She was in Rock Monroe’s home, in his bathroom, and he’d just ordered her not to masturbate.Holy shit.

Seconds ticked by while she waited to regain her composure. Her ears were ringing. Her hands were shaking. Her panties were soaked.

She finally pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it in the hamper. She put her panties in there, too. Why not? Might as well mix her clothes with his. She stared at her panties on top of his pile for a long time. It felt incredibly intimate.

Was she really going to do this? Stay with Rock, sleep in his bed, accept his protection…let him into her body?

That last part was inevitable. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she pointed out it would probably take less than a day to spread her legs for him. He was potent. It didn’t matter what was left unsaid between them. Nothing mattered except their undeniable chemistry.

She’d give anything to have him inside her. She’d lived off the memories for four decades. Maybe it hadn’t been as good as she remembered, but it didn’t matter because she could already tell it would be better now.

They’d barely been more than kids back then. She’d been a virgin. He’d been so gentle and caring with her. She doubted most women could speak so highly about their first time with a man. He’d made it magical and perfect.

But they were older now. They’d had sex with other people. Even if it had been a while, it was like riding a bike, wasn’t it? Granted, she hadn’t had any amazing experiences compared to the one night with him. She’d never called anyone Daddy. She’d never been with anyone who wasn’t vanilla.

Hell, she could already sense that sex with Rock would flip her world over the same way it had the first time. Was it because they had some strange irrational chemistry, or was it just him? Rock. Was he always that good of a lover?

Lyla turned on the shower, waited for it to heat up, and stepped over the edge of the tub. It felt good to have warm water washing down her body. She winced several times as she washed her hair—every time she touched the back of her head—and her arms were sore. Lifting them was a chore, but every moment under the hot water felt amazing.

Next, Lyla reached for her razor. She decided to shave not just her legs but her pussy, too. She did so every few weeks, but considering the possibility that she might end up naked with Rock…

It wasn’t until she was done with her shower and had combed out her hair that she realized she didn’t have any clothes in the bathroom. She wrapped the towel around her and stepped into the living room.

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