Crimson-2/?

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He gives me that look, the look I've been waiting for all day. "So what exactly am I supposed to do with you if you only follow half the rules?" he wants to know. I try not to smile, "I don't know. Spank me?" His eyebrow goes all the way up, "See, that's the problem we have here. The reward and the punishment are the same thing. I'm not sure that's really going to work." "Oh, I think it's working perfectly," I tell him and then I bust out laughing because he's about to start laughing. And then his thigh drops between mine, and his hand is between my legs, and we don't need to laugh anymore. He's heavy on top of me and whispering in my ear, "You're soaking wet, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Are you supposed to be wet before I spank you?"

"No."

"What happens if you break that rule?"

"You forgive me?"

He laughs in my ear, "Strike one. Try again."

"Please. I want you," I try.

"Strike two."

"I don't get to come."

"Good girl."

He gets up and pulls me to the bathroom where he turns on the shower and washes me from head to toe, bringing me so close to orgasm so many times that I want to club him over the head, and then he watches me like a hawk while he finishes up so I won't finish the job he abandoned. He dries me off, and then pulls me against him and offers me a choice, "I need to fuck something. Your face or your bottom?"

"Whatever you want," I say and I mean it because he's sweet when he asks; he's never a prick.

"Your face," he says, "Because if I fuck your pretty little ass, you'll come."

I smile and get down on my knees because he's right.

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