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“I know. I’m sorry.”
I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her lower back, my entire body vibrating at the sight of her pulsating, begging for cock. “An apology isn’t going to cut it,” I ground out, tugging my belt off. “You need to learn a few lessons on how to conduct yourself in the workplace, Miss Cloutier. Multiple lessons, in fact. Your internship responsibilities are officially revoked; instead, you and I are going to spend the next year doing intensive PA training with a focus on submission through behavioral correction. You’ll report to my office as soon as my wife leaves for work, and again after she goes to bed.”
She let out a shaky breath, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, “You’re weirdly good at this.”
I tapped at my temple. “Slut brain.”
She fell back onto the bed with a huffy laugh. “We’re so keeping this storyline going for the next, like, year. I really,reallywant to do the training. All of it.”
And just like that, she secured her win.
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Alice
Well, I was wrong.
Dominic’s imagination was outslutting mine—so much so that I’d temporarily forgotten the objective of the game. I really didn’t think roleplaying would actually be my thing. I’d only suggested it because I figured it would be easier to go all out and let loose if we were pretending to be other people.
But holy shit was it fun.
I hadn’t been kidding. We were so doing this again.
“Put your feet up on the bed. Use your hands to push your knees as wide as they can go.”
I followed the command, trembling with anticipation.
“You’re fucking dripping all over my guest bed,” Dominic’s new alter ego chided darkly, his tone clipped with anger. “You’re begging to be fucked by a married man twice your age. Do you have any idea how fucking inappropriate that is?”
I choked on a moan when he slid a finger down my slit. “You’ll need to wear a skirt for training. Consider it a uniform. I’ll be performing random checks throughout the day to makesure your pussy isn’t misbehaving. I don’t ever want to see you making a mess like this again. Is that understood?”
You know what. Maybe he was a littletoogood at it.
“What if I can’t help it?” I panted, fighting through the thick haze of lust to try and figure out how to regain the upper hand.
“Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences, Miss Cloutier.” He pressed a knuckle against my clit, and an undiscovered variation of the color purple exploded in my head. “We can’t have you going around making a mess like this all over the house, can we?”
I gasped at the sudden feel of his scorching tongue dragging over my opening, my nails stabbing into my knees. He groaned, losing character momentarily as his forehead pressed to my stomach.
He cursed, focusing on his breathing for a solid minute. “What happens if I come involuntarily? Who wins?”
I truly, wholeheartedly, did not care anymore. I just wanted to keep this game going as long as possible.
“If it’s involuntary, nothing happens,” I decided without even attempting to think it through first. “We just keep going.”
The heat of his relieved sigh drifted over my skin, and he lifted his head again, gazing at the apex between my legs with a drunken, dopy expression.
It was an addictive, heady thing, being desired by him like this. I felt as dazed and intoxicated as I would have had I downed a half bottle of bubbly.
“Look at what you’re forcing me to do,” he growled, giving me another long, thorough lick before he pulled my clit between his teeth and suckled. My back bowed off the bed, and my knees slipped out of my grip. “Look at what you’re fucking making me do to you.”
“Ohhmygodohmygod.”
Then he shoved his tongue in.
The top right corner of my vision burst into sparks. He yanked my hips closer to the edge of the bed and groaned into me, his mouth and tongue falling into a soul-shattering rhythm.
I was panting, clawing at the duvet, climbing higher, and higher, and higher. My stomach started to quiver, my toes curling as agony, tension, and pleasure clashed. Coiling together. Coiling tighter.
