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They chuckled. The sound had me frowning. That was until they spoke. “Sure thing. As soon as you answer the question.”

“Oh. Right.”

A hint of embarrassment came up to the surface, but I squished it down.

“You really are lucky I’m not a Sadist.”

Nope, not going to ask what that taunt meant.

“Just… Just more. I feel like I’m losing my mind already.”

“I’ve got you.” There was no reason for me to believe the words, except I did. “Wanna take off your clothes for me?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t something I needed to think about. I just scooted backwards until I could grab the hem of my dress and get rid of the fabric. There was no awkwardness. I didn’t think I could muster enough brain cells for it.

I just needed them closer. It was all I could think about.

Claude was right there, too, before I could say a word. They leaned over me. Their hand teased the clasp of my bra, and my heart rate picked up. They weren’t taking it off, just teasing with the idea of it. I thought it would be something… innocuous.

It wasn’t. My entire body was focused on their touch. I hadn’t known I was capable of that, of existing solely for the whims of another person.

“Your skin is so fucking smooth.” Claude trailed their fingers across my collarbone as they spoke.

I shivered. “You curse too much.”

Claude chuckled. “It’s a good thing I’m not a sub, then.”

“Is it?” My breath caught.

Claude kept moving, their fingers now tracing the lace patterns adorning my bra. For the first time in my life, pride filled me for all the expensive sets of underwear I spent money on.

“It is for you,” Claude retorted.

I chuckled—or I tried to. I knew people talked about laughing while having sex being the best thing. I wasn’t sure I was wired that way. I didn’t know what that said about me, either.

“How sensitive are you?”

I snorted. “You can’t tell?”

Claude didn’t respond—not verbally. No, what they did was grab one of the bra straps and let it snap against my skin. I couldn’t tell what sound slipped past my lips—half surprise, half arousal. The bite of the bra spread around the skin surrounding it, igniting every nerve.

“If you don’t want to play nice, we don’t have to.”

My mouth parted. Claude nipped at my jawline before I could string a response together.

“N-no.” I swallowed. “I can play nice.”

“Good,” Claude hummed. “Is there anything that’s an absolute no?”

“No.” My spine arched off the mattress as I spoke. My body just begged for more of Claude’s touches. “You already know everything.”

“So… if I wanted to lick your clit while I fingered your ass, that would be okay?”

More than okay. I moaned, my eyelids shutting down as I imagined it. My hips bucked up.

“Please.”