“You’ve been so brave.” Her lips part on a soft sigh. She likes it when I praise her. I’d suspected, but I asked her tonight, because I had to hear her say it. Wanted to gauge her response. Not every woman wants to be spoken to that way. Even if I ache to tell her just how sweet she’s being. To use that vibrator between her legs and tell her to be good for me, tell me what she’s feeling. To let her see just how hard she makes me. I’d told her I didn’t like BDSM, and I don’t. But there’s a dominant aspect to praise that I do like. Always have. Slow, I remind myself. And hell. That’s where I’m
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