Page 98 of Powerless

She releases a small chuckle. “I take it your reading enjoyment is all constitution stuff?”

“There’s always work to do.” I run my hand through my hair, feeling like this is an utter mess. “Do you like to read?”

“Not really.”

My entire soul shudders. Mary really is nothing at all like Kathryn. At least that’s a good thing because I know there’s no chance of this turning into anything more than a transaction. “What do you enjoy doing?” I ask, hoping we can at least hold a semi-interesting conversation.

“I like to hang out with my friends.”

I walk over to the small table with two chairs and sit. “I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve never done this before.”

She walks away from my mini-library and pulls out the chair opposite me to sit. “I can tell.” She smiles. “What do you enjoy, Bennett?” The hair on the back of my neck rises, and I hate that I have to have this conversation with anyone. “Straight sex? Anal, blow jobs, cunnilingus, domination, submission? What exactly do you enjoy?” I blink several times, clearly not having thought this through. “Do you like to dress up? Do you want me to dress up? Do you like toys? I can use them on you, you can use them on me. I won’t have sex with more than you unless I’m paid for it. I don’t kiss because I don’t like it, and I don’t eat ass. My hard no way in hell are drugs, animals, underage. I also won’t have sex with women over seventy.”

I feel my eyes widen with her list of nos. “That’s quite a list.”

“I’m all for degradation, but I also draw the line at spanking me across the face. No blood play, or golden showers, or fecal matter.”

Okay then. “I’m agreeable to that list.”

She stands and unzips her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. She’s not wearing a bra or panties, so she’s standing bare in front of me. She’s free from hair nearly everywhere. “I won’t have sex without a condom either.”

“Good to know.”

She stoops to pick her bag up and hands me an assortment of condoms. “These are the only ones I use, so, pick one.”

The realization that Mary is treating this like a job is calming. It means I have zero chance of this arrangement becoming emotional and messy. I can do this.

“Get on the bed,” I say to her. Relief floods me because I know this is nothing more than sex.

Silently, Mary walks over to the bed. “How do you want me?”

“On all fours.” She climbs up on the bed and slightly spreads her legs. From where I’m sitting I can see her asshole and her pussy lips. “Spread your legs.” Thankfully Mary listens and does exactly what I ask.

My cock twitches in my pants as I watch her on the bed. She peers back over her shoulder. Mary looks me over and says, “I’m ready.” Her tone belies her. It’s flat and lifeless.

I stand from where I’ve been sitting and grab one of her condoms off the table. “Face forward.” She turns and hangs her head down.

I unzip my pants and rub my hand up and down my shaft to make me hard before I slide the condom on. Moving toward her, I impale her in one go. Her groan is forced and cold, exactly how this entire interaction has been. I grab Mary’s hips and thrust several times trying to forget how bizarre this entire situation is. She feels different, not anything like what I was expecting.

I close my eyes as I fuck her, trying to concentrate on the feeling, rather than allowing my head to get in the way. It doesn’t take long before I grow feverish with lust, as my heart pounds inside my chest. I bear down as a shudder of pleasure overtakes me.

Once I come, I pull out of Mary and walk into the bathroom, disposing of the condom. “Get dressed,” I say from the bathroom.

When I return, Mary is sitting on the side of the bed, dressed, and ready to leave. “You have me for another hour.” She looks to my crotch and lifts her brows.

I don’t want to look at her. I walk over to the door and open it. “Mark, get Mary home.” I stand to the side and wait for her to exit.

She slides her feet into her shoes, picks her bag up, and leaves the room. I’m not really sure this is something I want to do again.

I head into the bathroom and take a shower before I go to bed. I need to wash any reminder of Mary off of me.

This isn’t for me.

13

BENNETT

The bashing on the door startles me. “What?” I yell as I sit up in bed. The door opens and Liam waltzes in. He’s smirking and lifts a brow when he sees I’m trying to blink myself awake. “Is the world falling apart?”

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