“You said they were blanks.”
“Yes.And the blanks are important.They help me remember to take them every day until it’s time to start the new pack.”
He slides a hand down my stomach, pausing for a few seconds over my belly button.“Maybe you could stop remembering.Maybe not pick up the next pack.”His fingers ease lower until he’s between my legs, stroking through my folds.
My knees weaken as if we didn’t just have sex thirty minutes ago.
Hendrix kisses all over my neck and up to my ear.“Have a baby with me.”
My head drops back against his shoulder as his finger slides into me.“You don’t play fair.”
“I play for keeps.”
I whimper as he curls his finger against the front of my vagina, trying to focus.“And you think if you get me pregnant, you can keep me from changing my mind and deciding to leave?”
“Mmm.Will it work?”He cups my breast with his other hand and pinches my nipple.
I reach forward and brace myself with my palms on the vanity to keep from collapsing.How does he do this to me so easily?And he knows I’ll agree to just about anything while his fingers are inside me.
“Have a baby with me,” he repeats against my ear.
I’m panting.Half my focus is on the orgasm he better let me have.The other half is on this bizarre conversation.“Don’t you think we have things out of order?What’s the rush?”
“You want to get married first?I’m good with that.Marry me.”
I white-knuckle the vanity.“You’re using a very cruel form of coercion, Hendrix.”
“Is it working?”
My eyes roll back.“Mmm.Let me come, and then we can talk.”
He presses his palm against my clit and stills.“Agree to marry me, and I’ll let you come.”
My head is spinning.Suddenly, we’ve switched from babies to marriage.
He nibbles on my ear.“Agree to stop taking birth control, and I’ll let you come at the office before lunch.”
Oh, he is playing very dirty today.“Honey…”
“Oh, yeah… You’re mine.You only call me honey when you’re about to give in.”He eases his finger in and out again.
Even though he’s using everything in his power to coerce me this morning, he doesn’t need to.I would agree to his demands without an orgasm, but it’s more fun this way.If I pretend I’m not totally on board with his ideas, I get more orgasms in trade for my acceptance.
I play just as dirty as him, and he knows it.
Last week, he wanted to buy me a new car, even though he rarely lets me drive anywhere on my own.I got three orgasms out of that.
The week before that, he wanted to fill my side of the closet with all kinds of clothes.He ate my pussy for almost an hour in trade.
I’m a smart girl.
I’ll negotiate.That’s what people do in power-exchange relationships.“Two orgasms before lunch and one after lunch.But you have to use your mouth for one of them.If you can make me come three times in your office quickly and efficiently without getting caught, I’ll let you buy me a ring.”
He chuckles against my neck.“You drive a hard bargain, woman.”
My breath hitches when he adds another finger and grinds the heel of his hand against my clit.Thank goodness I have the vanity to brace myself.
“Come, sexy girl.I want to hear you.”
