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He nodded slowly, his hand still on his chin.

“When I tell you I am proud of you?” he asked.

“Happy. Like I’m doing a good job of being a good girl for you. Kind of like I have accomplished something,” I said.

“When I tell you you’re a good girl?” he asked.

“It’s kind of the same - but just not as much. Like being a good girl and you being proud are kind of the same. You being proud, it’s just better. It kind of means more,” I said.

He nodded again and rubbed his face with his hand.

“When I squeeze your neck while we’re fucking, how about that?” he asked.

I closed my eyes.

I love it when he does that.

“I love it. I love it. On the roof, I loved it so much. I think I passed out. It was. Well, I don’t know how to explain it, but I love it,” I said as I opened my eyes.

“Well, you didn’t pass out, but I understand. It’s euphoric, Kelli. It certainly isn’t for everyone, but it can be very euphoric.”

“Put it on the list of what I really, really like,” I said.

“When I slap your little ass?”

“Love it,” I said.

“Restrain you?” he asked.

I thought about what he asked.

“Tie me up?” I asked.

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Love it,” I said.

“Blindfolded,” he asked.

I thought. I made a face and started to answer.

“Be truthful, Kelli. We’re just talking. I need to know,” he said, sitting up on the couch cushion.

“I don’t think I like it,” I said, making a face again.

“Okay. What about when I call you a little slut. My little slut. While were fucking?” he asked.

I nodded my head repeatedly.

“Love it,” I said.

This was making me wet. All of this talking. As long as he didn’t talk about me disappointing him, I liked it. All of this talk about sex, and being his slut, and baby girl…it was making me soaking wet. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Watermelon,” I said.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“Penelope,” I said.

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