Those Three Words

by Alexis Winter

“Fuck—the things I would do to you.”

Every time the word sir slips past her lips it sends my cock into overdrive. One of these days I’ll have her saying that on her knees in front of me.

Finally, I lean my head down till my lips are barely brushing her ear and I say in a calm but strangled voice, “Don’t call me that again unless you’re willing to be punished.”

“Fucking adorable,” I mutter to myself as I type out a response. Me: Now that picture is a masterpiece I’d hang in my office. The art museum can have your painting. ;)

“It’s our first date, Miss Silver, and I’d like to remain a gentleman this evening so if you don’t mind, I’ll keep that answer to myself.”

“You’ve got a mighty bold tongue on you, Miss Silver. Someone should teach you a lesson on how to control it.” “Are you offering?”

I run my tongue up the length of her neck, stopping only to kiss the same trail. I nip her earlobe. “I know you deserve better.”

I went in search of Dorsey, but he’d already disappeared. Probably for the best because most likely I’d be in a jail cell right now, staring down the barrel of an assault and battery charge.