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I unsnapped my bra, slipping it off.

Blake groaned and squeezed his shaft again, giving it another slow stroke as I shook my breasts free, knowing what I was doing to him. His tongue darted from his mouth and I felt my knees shake, thinking about where he could put it.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

But he just shook his head. “I told you to take it off.”

My wetness slicked my legs as I removed my underwear, dropping them to the ground. I stepped out of my kitten heels and then I was naked before him, fully, completely. For a moment, self-consciousness struck me, and I folded my arms across my chest.

But Blake shook his head. “No hiding, Cassandra.” His voice had a softness to it when he said that. This was him talking.

Hiding.It’s what I’d been doing for years. Putting on a persona of a person in charge but not showing the real me. Shrinking, playing it small and safe.

I hesitated, then lowered my arms to my sides and lifted my chest up, shoulders back.

“You’re perfect,” he said. Then he came over to me, stopping right in front of me. He still held his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, like he was drawing out the feeling.

“You can still tell me to stop,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was low, and when he pulled back, he met my eyes. He wanted me to feel safe.

That softness opened up inside of me, the place I’d kept tightly guarded, almost behind bars. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to show him everything.

“No,” I said.

“Okay.” He pulled off his shirt. “I’m going to say some things, Cassandra, just for right now. I’m going to talk dirty to you—is that okay?” He drew a hand along my pussy, just one soft stroke up the nub of my clit.

I moaned, shivering.

“Is it?”

“Yes, Blake.”

He took his hand away and backed up. I watched him, licking his lips as his cock swayed before me. “You want this, don’t you, Cassandra?”

I nodded.

“You wanted it that night, didn’t you? When I showed it to you?”

“Yes.” I was whimpering now. I brought a hand to my clit.

“No,” he said. “That’s mine.”

I moaned, sliding my hands flat against the wall, tipping my head back, and closing my eyes. Desperate, I reached for my tits, massaging them, knowing he was watching. Relinquishing control like this—while still knowing I had some slice of power over him with how much he wanted me—all of it was so hot.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Cassandra? My little slut?”

I quivered, my pussy throbbing, needing him. I tugged on my tits. “Yes.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Blake,” I breathed. “So bad.”

He took a step back, my eyes on his shaft.

“Get on your knees, Cassandra.”

Hot need ripped through me. I shuddered with the pleasure of taking the order, lowering myself down onto the hard wood-planked floor.

He walked forward and held the tip of his cock just in front of my lips. “You want it?”