Page 79 of Rhet

“Look at me.” He demands, sweats beads on his for head.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you enjoy last night? Yes or no? Be honest with me,” He probes.

Dust particles float around in the air like they’re waiting me for to answer too. My mouth is dry as the words are slowly forming. I want to kick myself because I know this isn’t going to help.

“Yes, I enjoyed it very much.” My skin becomes heated.

“Good. So we’re doing it again?”

“Rhet, I already said no to sex, we can’t.” I needed to be firm.

“I never said sex, I mean, the touching. Can I touch you again?” What is the world coming to? Rhet Banner is asking to touch me.

“It will be sexual. This is defeating the purpose.” I shrug, hoping, no wanting him to touch me.

“The ball is in your court. I won’t even make the rules.”

I started to think about it as his body slowly closes in on mine. I have the power to make the rules. I can finally be in control of something.

“You can’t touch under my waist.”

Lifting my head, I feel more confident, even though that statement sounds so juvenile.

“You’re welcome to touch under mine.” He smiles like a devil who’s making a deal.

“Only for today since you suffered last night,” I say. My heart beats so fast, I feel like it can be seen it through my clothes.

“Of course. Only for today? Anything else?” He rocks against me, his lips hovering over mine.

“You have to ask my permission before you do anything,”

I feel powerful in this moment. I’m the person in full control.

“I will abide by your rules.” He stands tall, giving me some room, yet towers over me.

He dips his head, his lips hoovering over mine, making me want to reach out and kiss him.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He kisses me deeply, but he never pulls me in his arms. I become frustrated. I drag my nails into his hair and then down his neck, trying to get him closer. He continues to kiss me, moaning into my mouth, but still never touching me.

I pull away from him. “Touch me.”

“But you said,” He pushes his thigh between legs.

“Rhet,” I squirm against his thigh rubbing against it, back and forth.

He smirks as he pulls me tightly to his chest, kissing me deeper never breaking the rhythm of our kiss. His fingers dig into my waist. As our tongues touch, heat spreads through my body.

“Rhet, I need more.”

RHET

“I know, baby. Can I kiss your neck?” This whole permission shit is frustrating. At first, I was for it. Thinking that I had this all under control. However, this is hard, I even cursed myself out mentally. Now that I see she’s even more frustrated than I am, I couldn’t be more pleased.

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