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“No, Daddy. What do you like about it?”
He came farther into the room and leaned against the dresser as he stared at her kneeling naked in the middle of the bed.
“A couple of things. First, I love how much you love it and get off on it. There’s nothing hotter than a woman who knows exactly what she likes in the bedroom. Especially when what she wants is… beyond what society deems normal. But the other thing I like is knowing what an impressive woman you are. The business, the social life. Everything you do, you do with excitement and vigor. And you bring that same energy to our playtime. But when I’ve got my cock down your throat or I’m telling you what a good little whore you are, it’s that much hotter because I’m picturing you in my head when you’re the boss at work, or when you’re at one of your conventions. And that strong, sexy woman is giving everything to me.”
Tears threatened to fall again as he stared at her and spoke with such passion.
He pushed away from the dresser and came to the foot of the bed.
“Come here,” he ordered.
She moved closer to the edge of the mattress, and he bent down to kiss her deeply. “You never have to worry about taking a scene too far with me, Olivia.”
“Even when I say things like I want to eat another woman’s pussy?”
He brushed hair away from her face. “Is that what’s making this drop so much worse? We brought other people into our play?”
She bit her lip and shrugged. “Possibly? I don’t want you to feel pressured into saying yes to me wanting to explore that side of myself.”
Ripley traced the collar that was still around her neck.
“What does this symbolize, Liv?”
“That I belong to you.”
“And does that change because we had a little fun with someone else?”
“It doesn’t. I just want to be extra sure that you aren’t going to wake up tomorrow and be jealous and hurt that I had sex with someone else.”
“You had sex with me while you were having sex with someone else, babe. And it was hot as fuck. Not only did I have my cock in your pussy and your mouth, but I also got a front-row seat to the best damn show in all of London. There is no jealousy here. Don’t get me wrong, if you ever did anything like that behind my back, I would feel betrayed, but tonight was you and me together, baby girl. We were on the same page the entire way. As long as you never forget that we belong to each other, that I own your pleasure, we’ll be good.”
She pressed her head against his bare chest and exhaled. “Thanks, Daddy. I’m sorry I’m being weird.”
He chuckled. “Sleep deprivation, an adrenaline rush, and sub drop, all at the same time. You’re not being weird. Now get back under the covers and let’s get a few more hours of sleep.”
When she crawled back under the blankets, he pulled her to his chest so they were spooning and kissed her shoulder.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too,” she whispered.
A few hours later, she woke to the sensation of Ripley between her thighs. She lifted the blanket and looked down at him as he drew his tongue through her wetness.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice husky with sleep and lust as she squirmed beneath him.
“Morning, baby girl. Just checking to make sure everything is OK down here,” he teased. “How are you?”
“A little sore,” she admitted. “Though not as bad as I was expecting. Sabrina’s aftercare really helped, I think.”
“You’re still a pretty shade of red down here, so you’re safe from me fucking you this morning. I don’t want to hurt you the wrong way.”
She giggled. “Only the right way?”
He reached up and pinched a nipple until she squealed.
“Exactly. The right way. Unfortunately, we can’t stay in bed all day, so that will have to wait for later.”
He slid up the mattress, kissed her on the cheek, and rolled out of bed. “Come on, baby, let’s shower.”
