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CHAPTER EIGHT

LUKE

“Everything?”

“Whatever your perception of naked is,” I responded.

“Sounds like everything.” Liv responded softly, her gaze falling to my waist.

Over the years, I had seen Liv in a swimsuit, wearing skimpy outfits, and wrapped in a towel after a shower. I had never, however, seen her naked until we started our new arrangement. Her body was about as perfect as I would imagine anyone’s could be, and seeing her undress was a gift in itself. I stood at the end of her bed and watched as she did so, treasuring the removal of each article of clothing.

Liv wasn’t a tall woman, but I wouldn’t describe her as short, either. Standing five foot four, I liked to call her average height. She was graced with a nice round ass, reasonably large breasts, and a well-defined waist between them.

Clothed, she looked tempting. Naked, she looked irresistible.

“Okay,” she said as she tossed her panties into the pile.

She stood, nervously twisting her hips back and forth, and forced a grin. I raised my hand to my chin and studied her.

“What?”

I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Nothing, just admiring you.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, nothing at all. In fact,” I said as I slowly walked around her. “You look perfect.”

“Whatever. I’m a little fatty,” she said.

“I think you’re perfect.”

“Are you going to get undressed?” she asked over her shoulder.

Standing behind her, I placed my hands against each side of her waist. I raised them slowly, enjoying every inch of her smooth skin until the tips of my fingers rested at the edge of her breasts. “I may.”

“Oh,” she cooed.

I turned to face her and admired her perfectly sculpted breasts. Her eyes followed my hand I reached toward her with an extended finger. With the tip, I gently traced around the circumference of her nipple repeatedly.

She inhaled a quick breath.

“So, I was thinking.” I stepped in front of her. “I’m going to have you read a book while I fuck you. Like, out loud.”

“Huh? Read a book?” she snapped back.

“Yeah.”

“I think…” She swallowed, exhaled, and licked her lips. “I think I want you to choke me.”

I cocked my head to the side and met her gaze. “Choke you? While you read a book?”

She swallowed again and shook her head lightly. “I don’t care. If the book makes you happy, sure. I really want you to choke me. I’m dripping down my leg from thinking about it. Maybe we can do it after the reading part?”

The thought of choking her excited me, but it was something I perceived as taboo, especially with someone I cherished as much as Liv. I often fantasized about such things, but viewed them as off-limits, and therefore never considered introducing them into my sexual activities. Liv had always been special to me, and since our new arrangement began to unfold, she had become even more so.

I had limited myself to strange sexual situations to satisfy my kink, and to be honest, had been mentally searching for something new and exciting for us to consider. If me choking her was something she felt she would enjoy, I wondered what else may arouse her.

As much as I wanted to refuse her request, I decided if it was something she truly wanted, and something I yearned to do, maybe I would proceed with caution.

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