“Just relax,” I say when she tenses. “What are you doing?” she asks, planting her hands on the bed. “Treating you like my Lady.” The taste is sour on my tongue. Who the fuck is she to tell me how to treat my own Lady, anyway? “If tit-for-tat’s what you’re looking for, then we can settle this right now. I pay my debts.” “I-I don’t want—” “Yes, you do.” I can hear it in the stutter of her breath when the tip of my thumb grazes the edge of her panties. “You just had a nice, warm bath. Got a good buzz. A massage. Who wouldn’t want to get off after that?” “You said you wouldn’t.” The words come out
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