Page 48 of Dr Feel Good
“I can see that, Michelle. Why not your name?”
“Why not Pookiebear?”
Instead of arguing with me, he just shook his head and returned his phone to his pocket.
“If that’s what you want to be called, who am I to deny you?” he said, the heavy sigh accompanying his words making it seem as if they were a challenge to get out. “However, don’t expect me to call you that when we’re intimate. Then, you’ll respond to whatever I’ll call you, pet.”
Heat rushed through me, and I nodded, eager to feel him inside me once again. While at the cabin, he’d informed me of all the toys and devices he had at his main residence, making his cabin’s BDSM room pale in comparison. I couldn’t wait for him to use all of them on me.
“Of course, sir,” I purred, pleased to see his eyes darkening with desire.
With a growl, he pulled me into his arms again, his lips crashing against mine. His hard cock was easy to feel, and I couldn’t resist snaking a hand in between our bodies to grab his erection. He moaned, one hand navigating to my throat and squeezing lightly, the other tangled in my hair to keep my head tilted back. The kiss was filthy, fueled by pure lust.
However, I knew with certainty more existed between me and Felix than a desire for kinky sex. As unlikely a pair we made, we were perfect for each other, and for the first time in a while, I looked forward to the future.
