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“And if you can’t talk?”

She held up her hand, making a symbol. “I’ll make this sign.”

I smiled. “Good. I’m so proud of you for remembering.”

She soaked up the praise like a rose drinking in sunshine. “Thank you, Sir.”

I hummed deeply in approval. “Good. Are you sure you want to?”

“I am,” she said. “I’m more sure of this than anything. We made a deal, remember?”

My music for her desire.

“Enthusiastic consent is sexy,” I said softly.

She smiled. “Ireally, reallywant to worship your cock right now in front of all these strangers, Salt.Please. I want you to make me beg. I want you to make me come. I want you to use me.”

“I see…” I trailed off with a chuckle. “Let’s see if you can make me come. I have a lot of control.”

She licked her lips. “I like a challenge.”

TWENTY-FIVE

PEPPER

Gettingcompetitive about cock sucking was something I never could have guessed would turn me on, but here I was. My clit throbbed as I felt the eyes on my back, my hands pulling Salt’s jeans and briefs down, his cock coming free.

Fuck, he was hard. Everything else melted away as I cupped his balls, gripping the base of his shaft. Exploring him.

I brought the tip to my lips, opening them and sucking him gently. The taste of pre-cum was salty on my tongue. I drew back, licking my lips before taking him deeper, stroking the base of his cock as I did so.

Aside from reading about BDSM, I'd also started reading about things like this. How to suck a cock, how to do it well. What was most pleasurable. I wasn't sure if any of it was true, but I was sure going to try. I moaned as I worked him, giving it everything I could.

I wanted to be good for him.

Heat spread through me at that thought.

I wanted to be really, really good for him.

Salt’s fingers knotted my hair as his hips jerked forward, thrusting deeper. “Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re doing so well.”

Am I? What if he’s lying? What if?—

I shoved that little voice away. Every time it raised its ugly head, I buried it again, focusing on my task. Just like he’d told me.

I wasn't worrying about anything right now, except for trying to make him come. It was my life goal. My entire mission.

I always got what I wanted, didn't I?

My head bobbed more enthusiastically. His groans were music to my ears. His muscles tensed beneath my touch as I found a rhythm, one that was bringing out all sorts of sounds from him.

I loved this.

When I was with Jeff, he never made sounds like this. He’d come quickly and then be done, always leaving me wanting more.

I pulled back for a moment. Breaths huffed out and I dragged in more air. My head spun as I looked up at Salt, the lighting in the room haloing him. Taking in every muscle, his sharp jaw, the flowers that bloomed up his hard chest.

I drank him in like a hungry little whore.

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