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“Somebody’s feeling curious.”

She shrugs. “Well, you are driving me home in my own vehicle. Who knows? Maybe you’re an axe murderer. I should probably get to know you before you kill me.”

“I would never kill anyone as pretty as you.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that. Are you admitting you’re a murderer or are you just trying to flatter me?”

“I’m mostly trying to make you smile.”

“Success!” She says, and fist-pumps the air.

“But to answer your question, I’ve been interested in BDSM for close to a decade now.”

“Do you have a serious play partner?”

“I do not.”

“Wife?”

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

“I’m single.”

“That’s weird.”

“Why is it weird?”

“Because you’re…you know,” she motions to my body.

“I don’t know.”

Christina rolls her eyes and makes a loud sound, like she can’t believe me, like I’m completely ridiculous.

“What?” I ask her.

“You’re hot, dude! Like, super, completely, out-of-my-league-and-everyone-else’s totally hot.”

“That’s quite a compliment.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But if we’re going to be talking about looks and relationships, I could say the same thing.”

“What could you say?”

“That it’s strange you’re single,” I comment, turning down a quiet road. GPS says we’re five minutes from her house, and I’m getting curious to see where this woman lives.

“I’m not as pretty as you,” Christina smiles.

“You should know better than to talk down about yourself in front of a Dom.”

“Why?” She teases. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Do you really want to go there?” I ask. “If you’re teasing me about it, perhaps your Dom earlier tonight didn’t do a proper job beating that bottom of yours.”

Suddenly, the car feels a lot hotter, and I wonder if she’s getting as turned on by this as I am. The idea of spreading her out and spanking her makes me fucking hard as a rock. I want to see her bottom turn from pink to red, and then I want to kiss her. I want to kiss every inch of her body, taking away the pain, making her feel like she can fly.


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