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“It’s not what we are going to do,” I told her. “It’s what I am going to do…and what you are going to let me do.”

“What am I going to let you do, then?” she asked, a smile toying with her lips and no sign of reserve or fear.

Fuck, she was so perfect. Perfect for me.

“What will you let me do?”

She reached out, her hands coming to grip with my waist as if the blindfold was no barrier. “Almost anything, I think.”

“Almost?”

“Almost.” She was confident in the response, her smile never fading. “Even though I doubt you’d ever ask me to do something I wouldn’t like, I’m still going to hold that ‘almost’ in reserve.”

“You’re smart.” I stroked my hands down her arms, enjoying the feel of the material gliding over her silken skin. “Show me what a good little sub you are.”

As I took Tina’s hand, I led her to the far side of the bed, where the mat waited for her. “Watch your step,” I said.

She slowed, and I studied her face as she slid her toes along the thick pad, pursing her lips in thought.

“Are we redecorating?” she asked.

“Just a bit. There’s the mat and this other piece…Here. Let’s take the robe off first. You know how dirty renovation work can get.”

She laughed softly, hands going to the belt.

I stopped her, nudging her hands down to her side. “We’re playing with a new toy tonight, Tina.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, voice hitching, while the flush on her cheeks spread lower, down her neck, to the upper part of her chest.

I stripped the robe off, laid it over the foot of the bed, then took her hand once more, guiding her forward. “Bend over…feel it?”

Her hand stroked over the sex rocker, the padded stool with a curved bottom outfitted with an attached six-inch dildo. Inside the toy’s head was a vibrating bullet. I had the wireless remote in my pocket. Her mouth parted as her fingers found the cock and curved around it.

“I thought I might be the toy tonight, and here you are giving me one,” she said.

“This toy suits several purposes. Kneel.” Once she did, I hunkered down behind her and guided her hands to the small, raised area in the front, padded so it would remain gentle on her skin, but with an opening that would serve as a grip if she needed it. “You can hold on to this if you need the support. And later…”

I grabbed the straps that could hook onto the bottom of the rocker. There were several ways I could bind Tina. The rocker’s height and sturdiness were ideal for many positions, even if I wanted to hogtie her. With its curved bottom, I could remain perfectly still, using only my grip on her to drag her back and forth over my dick.

And that, I decided, might just be one way I would have fun with her tonight before giving her the best damn orgasm she’d ever had.

Thirty-One

Tina

It wasanother hot day at the construction site. Tank and his crew had left for lunch, heading to a food truck a few blocks over. I had stayed, mainly because I’d been avoiding my phone all morning. Mom called again, but I didn’t want to talk to her in front of the guys.

Dina and I were fighting, and that was why Mom kept calling—our fight had spilled into our parents’ lives. I knew it in my bones. Hopefully, she hadn’t heard about the photos.

The quiet of the building surrounded me as I climbed the stairs to my makeshift office and settled on the stool to place the call.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Baby.” Love and warmth filled her voice, but I still caught the hint of strain. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I forgot you were working when I called earlier.”

“It’s okay. I’m taking a break.” Sweat beaded on my forehead. We’d brought in a couple of portable air conditioning units, but the heat outside was brutal today, and they could barely keep up. “How are you doing?”

“Oh, fine.” She hesitated only a moment before continuing. “I’m worried about Dina, though. Is everything okay with you two?”

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