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“No, not hard at all. It brings back memories. Good and bad.” He gave a bittersweet smile. “It’s … difficult.”
“Then why are you doing this now?”
“Because I want to have new memories with it. Memories with you. I’ve denied myself things I’ve wanted for a long time.”
“Because of your work?” I asked.
His face went dark and he didn’t answer, just continued to serve himself, so I pressed. “How did you even start with this, by the way? This facility? This whole thing.”
“Can we just have a nice dinner together and focus on that tonight?”
He broke a piece of dry, disc-shaped bread and passed it to me. It was still warm and slightly moist from being stored in aluminum foil. He broke a piece with his hand and dipped it into the sauce before biting into it. I did the same. It was amazing. The roundness of milk, the faint hint of coconut, and the flavor of a thousand spices. It was unlike anything I’d ever eaten.
“Good, isn’t it?” Carter asked.
“It’s so good,” I nearly moaned, taking another bite and chewing slowly. “Why don’t you want to talk about the farm? It’s your life’s work, isn’t it?”
He lifted his hands and I recoiled, thinking he was going to hit me. Then I saw the phone in his hand. Maybe I had gone too far? Maybe he was about to call the guards to remove me? I was about to apologize, but soft, sitar-heavy music started to play in the background. The lights dimmed ever so slightly.
“Not tonight. Please,” he said, putting the phone down.
That was fair, but there was a growing mischievous force inside of me that didn’t want to take no for an answer. I wanted to pry. To push him. At least a little, just to see what he’d do.
So I raised my brow, dipped my chin and said with my best playful pouty voice, “I suppose I’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight?”
I sounded like a brat. Part of me was thrilled with the reaction, the way Carter lifted his eyebrows and said, in his stern tone, “You’ll sleep in my bed, of course.”
The authority in his voice made me even more eager to challenge him. I probably should have behaved, considering the effort he had put into that date, but I felt closer to Carter when I was under his skin. And I definitely want to be closer to him.
“Oh, will I?” I challenged.
His stern face turned into a sharp, knowing smile. “You don’t want to be disobedient after all this, do you?”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Maybe? There’s no ‘maybe.’ You will be a good, sweet calf tonight. You will do so because I’m giving you an order and youwantto behave.”
That turned me on and made me want to be more defiant. He’d eaten me out the last time I’d challenged him, he’d opened up in a way and he’d do it again. All I had to do was play my cards right.
“Make me,” I dared.
I stood up with a mock flourish, then I ran. I tried to go to the bathroom, but he cut me off before I made it. I turned around and rushed towards the exit. Again, he reached it first. I wasn’t fast or graceful. I turned around, my new dress twirling with my sharp turn, and ran to the bed for no reason other than I wanted him to chase me there. I dove towards the mattress and tumbled, landing face-first into the pillows with a giggling squeal.
Behind me, I heard his boots padding the floor as he rushed to catch up. So I rolled, lifting the dress to show him my wet pussy. While he watched, I started to finger myself, panting and keeping my eyes on him. His expression was hungry, horny. ‘Finally,’ I thought,‘finally, he’ll fuck me.’
“You’re going to make me wrestle you in that dress?” he asked.
“I’m notmakingyou do anything,” I said, breathless. “You’re the one trying to make me behave.”
“I’ll break your disobedient streak.”
He pounced. Carter got one arm around my waist, the other around my shoulder, then, despite my weight, he lifted me from the mattress to toss me closer to the headboard. Once in the position he wanted, he crawled over me.
Carter was so strong. It turned me on that he didn’t really need stun guns and zappers to dominate me. He straddled my thighs and I savored him.
“See, you want to submit,” he growled as his hands moved to the zipper of my dress.
I held my breath. Finally, I thought again. I arched for him, welcoming him to strip me, leaving me naked except for the bell ringing nonstop. I fought back just to feel more of his power, just to draw it out. He pulled my hand from between my thighs and pinned it above my head.
