Page 87 of Three Not-So-Little Words
Taking a bath.
Are you really? Or are you just saying that to get me hard?
I open the camera app and flip it around. I snap a photo of my upper half. The bubbles cover almost everything, but the tops of my nipples peek out just a little.
I send the phone, and it takes mere seconds for a reply to come through.
Christ, Ronnie. You have to warn me before you send me that.
See? Told you I’m taking a bath. If I wanted to get you hard, all I would have to do would be to tell you all the dirty things I want to do to you this weekend.
Care to share?
Hmm. Maybe. But I do a lot of the dirty talk. I think it’s time for you to do some.
Oh, is that right?
Yep. So, why don’t you tell me some of the things you want to do or try?
Hmm.
It takes a moment for him to type out another reply.
While I’m waiting, I add some more hot water to the tub.
Honestly, I’m a guy. I’m down to do whatever you want. I aim to please.
I sigh. Such a good guy.
And you’re very good at pleasing. VERY. But I also know that there has to be things that are your favorites. So, I want you to tell me exactly how you like it.
Another long pause.
I like being in control. I like calling the shots and making my woman come every way imaginable. The pleasure is still all about her, but I like being in charge.
Barely realizing it, I clench my thighs together.
I’m a little surprised.
Why?
You’ve manhandled me a few times, but you’ve never gone all Dom.
Ronnie, you are by far one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. You’re headstrong and seem to know exactly what you want. I try to follow your lead.
I know I am strong and seem to enjoy taking charge. That’s how I am in my life every single day because I have to be. My job requires me to be extremely independent. That being said, I love when you go all caveman in the bedroom.
Really?
Definitely. The bedroom is the one place I don’t have to be in charge. It turns me on when you do it instead.
I swear you just keep getting better and better.
So, why don’t you tell me whatyouwant to do this weekend?
My phone starts ringing, and I assume it’s Drew. I’m so convinced that I answer it without even looking at the screen.
“Hey, sexy.”
