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“You can. Just show me the quick release on the cuffs or scissors if you’re going to use rope.”

Little miss pro over here, and he liked it. There was something charming about playing with newbies for sure, that professorial vibe of teaching someone what they needed to know. But it let him breathe a little easier knowing Lilith knew what was up and seemed to have a damn good sense of self-assessment—which he would absolutely make use of.

“Is your backside toast or can you take more impact?”

Lilith made a noise that sounded halfway between a laugh and a moan, and he skated fingertips over the heated flesh of her backside.

“You’d need to warm me up again but I can take more.”

The way anticipation had crept into her voice made excitement ping around his skull like a pinball machine at the beach arcades he and his friends had haunted at the shore as kids. Of course he’d warm her up again—it had been a while since he’d spanked her bottom and his objective wasn’t to punish her—but he was glad she’d been clear. It shouldn’t be a bottom’s responsibility to educate a top, but he wasn’t insulted. Good on her. He’d praise her later for it. For now, his cock throbbed against his fly and it was really fucking uncomfortable. He couldn’t wait to have her.

“You need another minute, Lil, or are you ready for Daddy again?”

“Ready,” she said, and then nipped his pec through the soft cotton of his button-up shirt. Son of a bitch she was going to kill him, or at least make him come in his pants.


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