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Of course. We’re making dinner Friday night if you want to bring her over. Beth will be thrilled

I snorted. Nancy used Beth a lot to express her own emotions, so by sayingBethwas thrilled, I knew Nancy was too.

Pepper gave me an easy smile. “What?”

“How do you feel about a little trip on Friday?” I asked hesitantly.

“A trip to where?”

My heart raced. This was a first. “Nancy and Beth are making dinner Friday night and invited us to join,” I said. “They’re my... they’re family. You can say no.”

“I think a trip would be a good way to end the work week.”

“Perfect,” I said. “We have the rest of the day alone…”

“What about band practice?”

“I cancelled,” I said. “I’m all yours today, baby.”

“Oh no. Whatever will we do?”

I narrowed my eyes on her.“Finish your breakfast, and then you’ll find out.”

A bratty little smirk. That was the dynamic I wanted to test out.

After breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen against Pepper’s protests that she could help. I didn’t want her lifting a finger. Caffeinated, fueled, and hydrated—I was ready to play with her.

Pepper’s spine straightened as I stepped up behind her, my hand gathering her dark waves and gripping them. I gave her a gentle tug and pressed her against the counter, grazing my lips against the curve of her neck.

Her breath hitched. “What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

“I havesomany ideas,” I murmured. “Tell me about all the toys you bought.”

A soft moan escaped her as I slid my other hand around to gently cup her throat. “I got… I got a lot of vibrators. I’d never used one before so I wanted to try them out. I’ve tried two so far…”

“Did you like them?” I asked.

“Yes.” I felt her swallow hard. “I also got a few other things that sounded interesting.”

“Like what?”

“Handcuffs… spreader bars.”

Fuck.There were a thousand things we could do with those. “How are you feeling this morning?”

She turned around and leaned up on her tiptoes, sliding her arms around me. “I want you to use me again. Maybe no spanking, because I’m sore.”

“I like when you communicate like that,” I praised. “It helps me know what to do to you.”

She smiled. “I like it when you praise me for communicating, it makes me wet.”

The corner of my mouth tugged. “I like it when you’re a little bit bratty. And let yourself be open.”

“I like it when you choke me.”

“Pepper,” I chuckled, brushing my mouth against hers. She tasted sweet and sassy and like someone who was about to be screaming my name.

“I also got some rope…”

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