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I wondered what secret desires she had—CNC was just one of them. We’d briefly touched on that kink, but there was so much more we could do.

She needed to get to a point where her mind turned off. She was smart and driven and making decisions twenty-four seven, and there was clearly mental fatigue around that. She’d put up a fight against fully relaxing until she was forced to, but then she’d beg for the release.

What was waiting for me just under the surface?

It felt like there was a fissure in my life. Before Pepper, and after Pepper.

My therapist was going to have a fucking field day with me when I saw her next. She’d tell me I was doing thatthing—latching on to someone whomightlove me. Obsessing. Creating a fantasy world in my head that would never become reality.

She wouldn’t be wrong. Maybe it was just who I was. All of that didn't matter, though.

What mattered was imagining exactly what I wanted to do to her.

I imagined putting a collar on her. Not just any collar.

Working with leather was a hobby I’d picked up alongside woodworking while building sex furniture. The mask I wore on stage was a custom one I’d made.

The collar I wanted Pepper to wear would be made by my hands.

Nice, buttery soft black leather with a silver heart ring at the center. One I could loop my finger through and tug. My name engraved along the inside so it would always press against her soft skin. And with the collar, matching cuffs to restrain her.

I wanted to tie her down to my bed, fasten a vibrator between her pretty thighs, and make her come until she couldn’t remember her name. I wanted her pleasure to be the focus. To show her that she deserved every fucking orgasm possible.

My breath hitched as my cock hardened, all of my blood rushingdown.

“Fuck,” I rasped.

I lifted my hips, grinding my cock against my bed. Dreaming of her beneath me.

I loved watching her expression freeze someone like jeff. The waves of power rolling off her in the elevator on Wednesday morning, the way that everyone gravitated to her. They were used to bowing down, and rightfully so. She was brilliant, determined, powerful.

It was a fucking gift to have even touched her.

I pushed myself back onto my knees, sliding my briefs down. My cock came free. Veins bulged along the length of me, hard from just thinking about Pepper. I spat into my palm, grabbing myself as I thought about fucking her. About putting a collar on her and pulling her hair while I drove in and out of her, making her squirt again.

I needed her.

“Pepper,” I moaned, stroking myself faster.

Pleasure rushed through me. I grunted as I felt my orgasm mounting, images of fucking her flashing through my mind. I thought about us in her shower, the way she’d begged for my cock.

The way she pleaded was so fucking pretty.

“Fuck,” I rasped, throwing my head back as I got closer.

My hips thrusted into my grip and I gave one final grunt, coming hard into my palm, heat filling my hand. I wished every last drop was going inside her so I could push it back in after we were done.

I shivered, relaxing completely. I opened my eyes and got off my bed quickly to head for the bathroom.

I needed a shower. I needed to eat something aside from cold pizza. And I needed to start gutting the entire house.

Which was exactly how I was going to spend the rest of the day.

And maybe, just maybe, I’d hear from Pepper.

TWENTY-TWO

PEPPER

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