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Of course, I hadn’t really seen her ass, given she was wearing a coat. But every ass was biteable. Spankable.
couldn’t just go around dominating people in coffee shops on random Thursday mornings. Not only was that probably against the ethics of practicing good and safe kink, it was fucking weird.
Most of the comments were positive, until it landed on the wrong side of the algorithm. Then videos of me playing my songs were flooded with comments from right-wing idiots trying to hurl insults at me. They weren’t good at it, though. I wasn’t really sure what the goal was, but the last thing that would actually fuck me up was a comment from someone who couldn’t tell the difference between their, there, and they’re.
But I had a corruption kink. And this was where I felt most at home—turning a crowd of strangers into heathens and feeding off the energy like it was my lifeline. I liked their attention.
I glanced back and realized I was being filmed by a few women in the front. Their boyfriends glowered at me, and I winked at them before heading off stage.
“Half your age is a pretty big leap.” A really big leap, actually. “Besides, we’re two consenting adults. Age is just a number.”
“Maybe I’ll change my mind. I shouldn’t do this.” “That’s fine,” I said nonchalantly, but decided to add, “I wouldn’t be mad if you did. Because I’m not going to fuck you unless you’re begging me to, Pepper.”
Salt had the voice of the devil. And I really wanted to be a good little sinner.
“Outside the bedroom, I doubt anyone could truly tell you what to do. But behind closed doors, in my arms, vulnerable. Needy.”
I was trying to be a good Dom. I was trying to take this slow. I didn’t want to drop her into the middle of a situation that would scare her or harm her. But she was making the most delicious sounds.
“You’re mine,” I rasped. “Mine to fuck and mine to play with. Mine to make come over and over again until you're my perfect little mess.”
“You need someone who will make you forget about all of that,” he murmured. “Someone with a firm hand, hmm? Someone who won’t judge you for whatever you want to try.”
“Beg,” Salt demanded. “I told you earlier I’m not fucking you until you beg for it, Pepper. Beg me for this cock. Beg me to breed your needy little cunt. Beg me to fuck you until you forget who you are.”
In that moment, he was my savior. He was my god. A sense of subservient reverence washed over me as his fingers squeezed the sides of my neck, my breath lost as his cock speared me.
“Next time I’m over, I’ll lick that off your body.” I choked and dropped the phone on the counter before I spit all over it. His soft laugh followed as I coughed over my sink, cursing him. “God damn it,” I grunted. Well, I’d failed at being sexy. My ego was dead to the entire world. “Baby, come back,” he sang. “You can blame it all on me…”
I would never regret what happened between us over the last few days. Even if it had been a whirlwind, and my obsession was already spiraling out of control, I would cherish the moments we had together.
“Did you do it because of me? Tommy heard a rumor and approached me about it.” “What did you tell him?” “I lied to him,” I said. “Well, I didn’t exactly lie. I just didn’t tell him the truth.” “And what is the truth, Pepper?” “We’re not right for each other. You’re too young, I’m too old. If they knew about us, they would judge us. They would think I’ve lost my mind.” “They’d think you were taking advantage of me,” he said. “That’s what Jack suggested. Which is why I fired him, because that’s the furthest thing from the truth. And the thing is, people are always going to talk. They’re always
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Jeff threw up his hands. “All of you are ganging up on me. I’m the reason this label even exists.” “And I’m the one who made Forty under 40 last year,” I said. “I’m the one who picks out our artists. My vision is what made this company. Tommy works his ass off, just like everyone else at this table. Everyone except for you. So I’m going to bring in our client, and you’re going to sit there and do your goddamn job, or you’re going to leave. Do you understand me?”
“I don’t want anyone else,” I growled. “Pepper, I want you. How many times do I have to tell you that?” “I don’t need words.” My mouth felt dry. She finally looked up at me. “You need me to show you,” I said softly. “Yes.” “Here?” “Yes.” “Now?” “Now,” she whispered. “You need to be reminded.” “Yes,” she murmured. “Please. Because I feel like I’m losing my mind.” If that’s what it took, I’d do anything.
“You're so obedient,” I teased. “I like being a good girl for you.”
This was my church. This was where I’d kneel. His eyes were stained glass windows, his body a temple, and he was a god I wanted to worship. A kinder god than the one I’d been raised to love.
