imagining what it would be like to spend a night with someone as strong and dominant as him, and I
didn’t even mean that in the BDSM sense. There was just this air about him that said he did not yield
to his partners, even when it was nothing more than a night of vanilla sex.
I didn’t want vanilla. I wanted a damned hot fudge sundae, complete with the whipped cream and
cherries. There was too much on my plate for this to become a regular thing, so I wanted him to give
it all to me at once. I wanted to walk out the door tomorrow morning, knowing I’d sated my curiosity
so I could return to my normal life.
While I hadn’t spent any time imagining where someone like William might live, I was surprised
to see him driving deeper into a middle-class suburban neighborhood. Honestly, it was the type of
area I’d give my left nut to be able to live, with all the parks and playgrounds for Willow. William
struck me more as the industrial loft sort of guy.
“Penny for your thoughts?” William squeezed my fingers. “Remember, there’s no point of no
return here. If you change your mind, all you have to do is say so.”
I appreciated his concern, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the offer. He was so far off base. This
was likely a horrible idea, but I wasn’t going to back down. Still, it was fun to test him a bit. “What if
we’re already in your house and I’m on my knees for you?”
“I’d still let you go.” I bit back a smile when William gripped the steering wheel tighter with the
hand that wasn’t holding mine.
“What if you have me naked in your bed, my ass in the air?” I teased.
“I’d respect your decision,” he said through gritted teeth. “Even if I was suited up and my dick
was pressing against your hole, hell, even if I was already fucking you and you had a change of heart,
I’d stop.”
I squirmed in my seat, imagining what William’s dick was going to feel like as it stretched me. I
wasn’t the most experienced guy in the world when it came to bottoming; I’d never really had a strong
opinion on it one way or the other, but now, my hole spasmed, desperate to feel him take me. Taunting
had backfired in spectacular fashion.
When I reached down to adjust my dick, William swatted my hand away so quickly I hadn’t even
seen it coming. “You want to tease me; you get to wait until I say you can play with yourself. Don’t
make me spank you when we get home.”
“Oh god,” I muttered, thumping my head against the back of the seat a few times. Now I was even
