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To my red flag readers who see handcuffs as a plus…
And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her. I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered. I stared at her angelic face in blind amazement until I lost my mind and I blew her a kiss, watching in awe as her gorgeous face screwed up in disgust, gold flecked eyes unaware that she’d just changed my fucking world.
“Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.” Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.
She was fucking staring at me. She raised both hands slowly and flipped me off and I almost passed out on the ice, just from having her attention.
I grabbed her hand, trying to keep the awe off my face at how fucking soft her skin was. She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.
But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.”
“Your cunt is without a doubt, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he growled. “And since I was such a good boy at my game, and we won, I think I need more of it.”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, “look at you…taking my big dick so fucking good. Your sweet cunt was made for me. I’m positive about that.”
“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,”
Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s.
“Holy hell, that’s a big guy,” Dave said with wide-eyes. “Stop looking at it!” I hissed. “It’s a dick tattoo. He kind of has to look at it,” drawled Lincoln, sipping from the beer he’d somehow gotten hold of. “I object!”
