Chapter Two

“What the fuck is up with these spiders!”

“What the fuck is up with these spiders!”

There had been a nest of spiders living right near my front door in the top corner of my porch awning for a long time. They’re pretty common in Tucson and I’ve gotten used to it. I left them alone and they never bothered me. I guess they’d grown in number since the last time I really looked.

“You mean the Black Widows?”

“Black Widows? They’re Black Widows? Shit!”

The flirtatious words just spilled out of my mouth.

“Now why would a big strong military man like you be so afraid of a few little harmless spiders?”

I tapped Dane’s lips lightly with the tip of my index finger a few times as I said the teasing words. His lips felt soft and moist and I suddenly wanted to feel them all over my body. After teasing and touching him so provocatively, I suppose I deserved everything that would be coming to me later that night.

“A few? There are hundreds of them! And harmless? Their bite is poisonous!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Have any gotten into your house?”

“I saw a couple on the windowsill and killed them with the back of my shoe. I’ve been trying to get rid of them. I read that American Indians would give spiders an offering of tobacco and ask them politely to leave and go make their home somewhere else.”

“Uh-huh. And did you try that?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think the spiders were listening…”

Dane took my hand and marched me over to the cars. He drove me in his car, without asking, to the nearest Circle K. He ran inside to buy something and came back out a minute later.

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see.”

Back on my porch, Dane whipped out the bottle of bug spray.

“Raid. Spiders are like terrorists, Veronica. And you don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

Dane sprayed the whole can of Raid all over the nest and the spiders went into a frenzy, trying to escape, falling to their death off their webs. By the time the can was empty, he had soaked every last spider with a coating of toxins. Though I felt bad for the spiders, I was little relieved they were gone.

“Thank you. That’s better, actually.”

“Can I wash my hands in your apartment? I got some of this shit on me. It’s burning my skin.”

“Of course.”

What else could I say? I invited Dane into my house, into my life. He washed his hands in my kitchen sink and I gave him a towel. After wiping his hands he suddenly took me in his arms, grabbed the back of my hair with his fist and kissed me hard on the mouth and neck, pressing his body into mine. I could feel the length of his erection pressing against me. Swept up in the passion of the moment, I gave in to him on that very first night we were together. I looked up into his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t think I was too easy and started to open the top buttons of his coat. He made a disappointed face and shook his head once.

“What’s wrong, Dane?” I asked.

He took my hands down from his chest, placing them at my sides, conveying non-verbally that he wanted me to keep them there. I didn’t understand exactly what he was doing, but I complied. It had been a few months since I had a sexual experience, so I just went with it. But the truth I discovered about myself right from the beginning with Dane was that I liked to be controlled, to be told what to do, sexually. I became very aroused when he wouldn’t allow me to take off his clothes, or my own. Looking deeply into my eyes, Dane unbuttoned my coat and took it off. He lifted my arms over my head and peeled off my tight Hooters t-shirt. I felt terribly self-conscious that he stripped off my shirt while he was still completely dressed in his full military uniform. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, exposing my breasts. Then he stretched my short pants over my hips and pulled them down my legs. All I had left to cover my nakedness was my pencil-thin thong panties (which wasn’t much). I felt lucky I had just recently shaved down there.

Dane took my hand and guided me into my own bedroom as if it was his own apartment. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tapped his lap. I sat down on him, feeling his erection pleasantly push up into my backside. He traced my breasts and nipples lightly with his fingertips as he spoke, squeezing and fondling them, at first gently, and then with increasing pressure. He took his time playing with my breasts, petting them. Most guys I’d been with in the past would’ve jumped me as soon as they saw my boobs. But Dane was a different kind of man. He seemed in no particular hurry to make love to me. He played with me and teased my flesh, fondling, squeezing, rubbing my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and making them stand even more erect upon my skin. He made the whole anticipation of having sex into an erotic game, petting me and talking in a sexy way.

“Veronica… your breasts… they’re magnificent. Creamy-white, soft and curvy. They feel so full and heavy in my hands. I love how the pretty light brown rings circle the tips and how your nipples are so swollen and puffy. We’ll start adorning your body when we see each other tomorrow night.”

Tomorrow night? That was a good sign, I thought. I may be acting a bit like a slut, but we’re not having a one-night stand, at least.

“What do you mean, adorning my body?” I asked.

“You’ll see tomorrow night. When do you get off?”

“At 5.”

“You get off early. Great. I’ll meet you at the restaurant right when you get off. I’m going to buy a few little surprises for our date and we can try them out.”

“OK. I like surprises.”

“I like the way the tips of your breasts demand to be sucked on…”

As Dane talked in such a sensual way about my body, I became aroused and rocked my hips on top of his lap, pushing my backside harder against his erection.

“Veronica, do you like to be touched and squeezed like this?”

“I like being touched. It feels nice,” I said.

“Then… will you allow me… or anyone else I choose… to fondle and suck on your beautiful puffy nipples?”

My heart rate suddenly increased. What did he say? Me or anyone else? What did he mean by that? Did he want to give me to another man and watch him fondle my breasts and suck on my nipples? Is that what he meant? Suddenly, the idea of somebody else touching me while he watched was exciting. Ashamed, I quickly repressed the thought. I smiled at him, bit my lower lip and said in a breathy flirtatious voice, “I don’t know about anyone else touching me, but I like to be touched by you, Dane.”

Dane smiled and glanced at the sexy covers of a few erotic books on my bedside table.

“I like your taste in literature, Veronica,” Dane said.

I blushed. During my time between boyfriends, I had been reading some sexy trashy books to keep the fire within me lit. It was embarrassing to be caught reading them. If I knew I was having company, I certainly would’ve hidden them away.

“Veronica, I’ve got an idea. I’d like to write down a set of rules, kind of like a contract we can sign together, if you’d like,” Dane said.

What? What exactly was he proposing now? I could feel my body stiffen at the unusual request. It was one thing reading a sexy scene in an erotic story, but quite a different thing to act one out in real life…

“What do you mean a set of rules? What set of rules?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“Don’t be afraid, Veronica. It’s kind of like vows we make to each other, so we know the kind of relationship we like from the very beginning.”

Contracts? Rules? I started freaking out a bit.

“Vows? Contracts? We just met a few hours ago, Dane! This is all happening too fast!”

“Relax, Veronica. Calm down. There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a guideline to tell us what kinds of things we enjoy, what expectations we would have from each other in the relationship. It’s certainly not a legally binding contract by any means… Are you thirsty? Can I get you something to drink, Veronica?” he asked.

“OK,” I said, hopping off his lap, my breasts jiggling up and down. “Shall I get us both a glass of water?”

He took me by the waist and literally seated me back down on the bed.

“No. You stay right here. I’ll bring it to you. Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, obediently. Dane left the bedroom. What was happening to me? I pressed my hand to my chest to slow down my racing heart. He returned right away with two glasses of water. I reached out my hand for the glass but he shook his head again.

“No. I’ll hold it to your mouth. Only I decide what goes into and through your sweet red lips,” he said.

Only he decides what goes into my mouth? Hmm… I parted my lips and Dane carefully poured the refreshing ice water into my mouth and down my throat until almost half of the glass was empty, without spilling a drop. He put down the glass on my bedside table and held his hand over my heart.

“Your heart is racing, Veronica. I can feel it beating fast. Are you nervous?” he asked.

“A little, maybe,” I said.

“Tell me… How do you feel right now?”

“My heart keeps pounding. I’m excited to be with you, but also a little dizzy, for some reason.”

“That’s exactly how a submissive feels.”

There was that word again, submissive. It appeared numerous times in the erotic books I was reading, as a way of describing women who had willingly given up control to their men and wandered off into a sensual abyss. I loved those books, but was I suddenly turning into one of those sexy heroines in my own apartment with Dane?

“Submissive…” I said, repeating the word to myself.

“It’s like that, at first. You feel dizzy, your body becomes weak, your heart races. You’ll get used to the feeling, Veronica. Soon, you’ll start giving yourself over to me, completely. The transition has already begun. Do you feel it? It’s a beautiful thing. You’re turning into a butterfly. My butterfly…”

My heart kept pounding faster in my chest and I began to feel more light-headed. I tried to relax but could only take in shallow breaths.

“I think I’m having a little trouble breathing.”

“Take some deep breaths, Veronica, while I fondle you.”

I shut my eyes and tried to breathe in and out slowly while Dane petted and kissed my breasts. I felt his lips and tongue close over my nipples and suck firmly on them, elongating the flesh even further. I rubbed my fingers through the back of his hair and eventually gained control of my breathing. He stopped sucking on my nipples and I opened my eyes.

“There. All better now?”

I nodded. As I listened to his hypnotic voice, I tried to get accustomed to this feeling of giving up control, of allowing my body to be touched by Dane and giving myself over more fully to him. I felt myself becoming weaker and more vulnerable with each sexy word he spoke.

“For tonight, there is only one rule to learn, the first rule of our relationship. Veronica, I’m sorry, but you will never be allowed to wear a bra to hide your lovely breasts again. You will always be topless in my presence while inside the home. I should always be able to appreciate your breasts, without anything covering them from my eyes. What’s more, when you go out of the house, when we go shopping together, even when you go to work at Hooters tomorrow, you will never again wear a bra in public underneath your clothes. You will let everyone see and appreciate the full rounded form of your tits and your thick hard nipples. Do you understand the new rule, Veronica?”

“Even in public?”

“Yes.”

“At Hooters?”

“Especially there.”

“But Dane… people will stare...”

“That’s right. And we’ll give them something a little more to stare at. What’s more, from now on you’ll only wear the clothes I set out for you. I’ll buy you some feminine, sheer, loose-fitting cocktail dresses that will completely expose your lovely breasts to public view, show off the curves and cleavage of your cute ass and reveal the thin G-string you’ll wear underneath, which will only partially cover your vagina, if at all. Your dresses and blouses must from now on be completely see-through, Veronica. You’ll allow everyone a perfect view of your nipples and pretty tits, your ass and the panties that I chose for you to wear. I would also like you to apply a brighter shade of red lipstick, darker mascara and a light blue eye shadow from now on as well.”

By now, my panties were soaked through. As I continued to rub myself on his erection, I felt myself come to his dirty words alone, my thighs quivering as I released inside. He had given me an intense orgasm without even touching me. God, Dane was one hot kinky man!

After I caught my breath, I came back to the reality of what he was asking of me.

“Dane, I can’t do that. You know I won’t be able to do what you ask. I don’t mind wearing makeup and sexy clothes for you or going topless in my apartment if you’re my boyfriend, but I can’t go out in public like that. It’s embarrassing.”

“I know it sounds embarrassing, but once you try it, you’ll see how liberating it is and empowering to no longer repress the sensuality trapped inside you. If you try it, you’ll realize how free and wonderful it makes you feel. You’ll see I know what’s best for you, Veronica. You’ll just have to trust me on this. Do you trust me?”

“I do. I think I do, but I’m sorry, Dane. I can’t go out without wearing a bra.”

“Veronica, it makes me happy to see you without a bra, and your beautiful rounded breasts should be seen and admired by other people too, in public as well as in private. It will make everyone who sees you feel happier. You shouldn’t be hiding your body under such heavy thick clothing.”

“But…”

Then Dane stiffened his spine and gave me a cold look.

“Veronica. There’ll be no further discussion on this matter…”

His tone sounded harsh, but sexy and domineering at the same time. Was he joking? No bra and only sheer clothing? Everyone will be able to see my body 24/7!

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to do it, Dane. I’d be ashamed.”

“But that’s precisely why I’m asking you to do it. Wearing sexy clothes will help you overcome your shame. Trust me.”

“I’m sorry, but the answer is no.”

Dane nodded and took a pillow off my mattress, placing it on the floor beside the bed.

“Then I’m sorry as well. I know you’re new to this kind of relationship and I’ve tried to remain patient with you, but I’m going to have to give you a spanking for disobeying me, Veronica. Please kneel upon the pillow and lay face down on the bed.”

What was he going to do to me now? Was he going to actually spank me? Were we playing some kind of perverted sex game? But Dane didn’t seem to be joking. He looked deadly serious. Was I going to let him spank me? For not allowing him to dress me like a whore when we go out? I’d never been seriously spanked by a man before. I felt myself becoming aroused by the idea, so I played along.

“No,” I said, crossing my arms petulantly around my chest.

I made a pouty face with my lips and looked away from him. Was I flirting with him? Teasing him? Did I actually want him to pin me down on the bed and give me my first official spanking? I think I did.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, Veronica. It’s time for your spanking. Get on your knees and lay face down on the bed.”

“Is this some sort of game?”

“It’s no game. Get down on your knees.”

Was it going to hurt? I never got spanked as a child. My Dad, of course, didn’t believe in it. I started getting a little nervous and abruptly changed my approach. I kneeled in front of him with my knees on the pillow and looked up in supplication, placing my palms on his thighs. Dane towered above me. I could see the outline of his erection growing larger inside his trousers. I wanted to stroke it with my fingers.

“Dane... Please don’t give me a spanking, OK? I agree not to wear a bra anymore around you.”

“In public as well?”

“Yes. In public as well.”

“OK. Very good, Veronica. But I still owe you a spanking for disobeying a simple request. Since it’s your first time, I’ll go easy on you. But I assure you, it will be the first of many.”

First of many?

“I think you’ll find it pleasurable, after you get over the initial fear of it. The first time is always the worst. In no time you’ll act sassy with me just so I can give you one. Now lay down on the bed please.”

Oh my God, this guy was super kinky. I guess we weren’t going to have a conventional, boring relationship at least. I inhaled and took a deep breath out. I suppose I wasn’t going to get out of it, no matter what I said. Rather than reading about a young woman being spanked into submission, it was my skin that was about to be slapped and turn a shade of pink. Tentatively, I lay down on the bed.

“Shut your eyes, Veronica.”

I shut my eyes.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded. I felt Dane stretch my arms over my head and grasp both of my wrists together in one hand. Then, just like he did in the coffee shop, he tightened his grip on my skin and pressed both of my wrists down into the mattress, hard. Then I felt him slap me very sharply on my behind several times in a row. It was so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear. Was that his way of going easy on me? Christ, my skin stung and my ass felt like it was on fire. Tears slipped out of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. He spanked the other side of my ass even harder. My response was that I pushed my pelvis into the mattress and felt the lips of my sex had become moist. I was shocked to realize how aroused I’d become by the spanking. I pressed my pelvis into the mattress and rubbed myself on the bed sheets. Then I involuntarily arched my ass, anticipating the next hard hand slap…

“It’s over now, unless you want me to continue…”

I quickly shook my head no.

“It looks like you survived your first spanking. Are you OK?”

I nodded yes.

“Did I hurt you at all?”

“It stung a little, at first,” I quietly admitted.

“How do you feel now?”

“I feel OK.”

“The next time you act sassy and disobedient to me, I’ll spank you again, but much harder next time. Do you understand, Veronica?”

I nodded.

“You seem to have a sassy side, which I adore by the way, and it’s just begging to come out, so I’m fairly certain, sooner or later, you’ll be submitting to another session of discipline with me…”

I took a short breath in when he said the phrase, “session of discipline”. The words had an intoxicating effect on me. Dane asked me if I had any skin lotion close by and I told him there was a bottle of moisturizing cream I kept in the medicine cabinet above the bathroom sink. He left the bed for a moment and when he returned I felt him tenderly rub the lotion on the skin on my ass. It felt so good I literally sighed in pleasure. If this is what happens after a session of discipline with the guy, sign me up, I’ll be as sassy as he wants me to be. Shivers ran up my spine and down the back of my legs as he massaged the lotion through the cleavage of my ass and down the back of my thighs, cooling the warm skin. My flesh tingled at his touch.

“Veronica I love your ass and I hope you like being spanked because I love spanking you. I love it. I’ll buy this special scented oil so I’ll be better prepared to massage you after your next spanking. Do you like being rubbed with cream on your ass?”

I took a deep breath in and exhaled as he spread my cheeks apart and ran his slippery palms once more through my cleavage and over the puckered opening of my most intimate place.

“It feels wonderful. Thank you, Dane.”

“I think it made you wet to be spanked like that. I can smell the scent of your arousal. Did it excite you to be spanked like that, sexually?”

Though it stung at first, the pain faded quickly. It was true. However ashamed I was to admit it, I liked being spanked. I liked the stinging feeling as his open palm made hard contact with my skin. I liked how the back of my legs became alive with sensation. I liked how he gave relief to the stinging on my ass by softly massaging the cream into my skin afterwards and how aroused it made me to submit to the discipline. No, I didn’t just like it, I loved it. I loved it all. I answered his question by nodding my head yes.

When he lifted my torso off the bed and sat me up to face him, we both noticed a wet spot on the sheet where the lips of my vagina had pressed into the mattress during the spanking. In shame I looked down at the mattress, avoiding the little round circle I’d left on the bed sheet. Dane lifted my chin with his finger again and forced me to make eye contact with him.

“Don’t be ashamed to admit that you liked it, Veronica. It’s OK. You don’t fit into the vanilla world.”

“Vanilla world?”

“The world of the accepted, the conventional. I don’t fit in there either.”

Dane used his handkerchief to wipe the tears away from my cheeks.

“Now look me in the eyes, Veronica. I want you to repeat the following words to me. Say, I liked being spanked by you, Dane. Don’t be shy. Say it…”

“I liked being spanked by you, Dane.”

“Good. Now say, you may spank my ass as hard as you want, whether you have a reason to or not. Go ahead.”

“You may spank my ass as hard as you want, whether you have a reason to or not.”

“I’m looking forward to our next session of discipline.”

“I’m looking forward to our next session of discipline.”

“Very good, Veronica. After what we just experienced, I’m your Dominant now. Or Dom for short. Do you like having a Dom? Did you enjoy your first training session as my submissive, Veronica?

The word “Dom”, “submissive” and especially, “training session” had a profound effect on me. I wished I could touch and stroke myself to relieve the desire building within me.

“Veronica?”

Unable to speak, I nodded yes.

“Would you like to take off my pants now, Veronica?”

I nodded again.

“Would you like to make me come with your mouth? Or perhaps, you’d like me to come inside your vagina? Which would you prefer, my pet?”

“I’m… uhhh… not currently taking birth control. Do you have a condom?” I whispered.

“No, but tomorrow morning we’ll go to a clinic to pick up everything we need so we can enjoy each other without making you pregnant. Also, I’ve been tested and I’m free of sexually transmitted diseases. I can provide medical proof if you’d like.”

“No, I believe you, Dane. I don’t have anything either.”

“That’s good. So which will it be? Oral sex or vaginal sex?”

I had kissed guys before on their penis, of course, but I was always a little nervous about swallowing, so I can’t believe what I said next.

“I want both…”

“The perfect answer. Lay down on your back with your arms above your head please.”

I watched Dane take off all his clothes, revealing his hard muscled body. He lifted my legs all the way over my head, and then secured my left leg to my left arm with his necktie and my right leg to my right arm with his belt, very tightly. No man had ever placed me into complete submission like that before. Though I felt nervous, I liked the feeling of complete helplessness, of being bound by the flesh. For some reason I trusted this man and intuitively knew he wouldn’t physically harm me in any way.

While holding my legs up in a V-shape over my head, Dane attacked me with his tongue, licking me over and over in between the cleavage of my cheeks, over my most intimate spot and through the inner and outer folds of my labia. He took my clitoris in his mouth and sucked on it with a passion no other man in my life has ever come close to. I moaned with pleasure, my hips trembling, as he made me come a second time with his mouth and lips and tongue.

“Get inside me, Dane…”

I didn’t have to ask twice. Dane’s large shaft slipped in and filled my womb. He thrust himself wildly into me like an animal and my bound thighs started trembling again. He kept pumping into me until I felt like I was about to explode. Dane groaned out and I felt his semen shoot out deeply into my womb. He immediately pulled out and continued to ejaculate over my breasts, his semen shooting out in streams. I’d never seen so much come explode out of a man before.

He immediately straddled my shoulders with his knees and slid his wet penis through my open lips. Since I was tied up, I had no choice but to allow my mouth to be filled by the rest of his warm fluid. The sides of his shaft contracted as the semen burst out twice more from the slit at the tip and pooled at the back of my tongue. His semen had a slightly salty taste and a pleasant thick texture, like chocolate melting inside my mouth. I didn’t gag on it or find it unpleasant as I had feared. In fact, I loved the sensation of having his hard penis forced through my lips and feeling his fluid shooting onto my tongue.

“Look at me, Veronica.”

I looked up into his eyes and knew what he wanted me to do. He watched my lips and mouth with a kind of reverence as I slowly swallowed the mouthful of semen for him. After the cream from his body had slipped effortlessly over my tongue and down my throat, we exchanged a look, knowing without words that an emotional bond had just been created between us…

Only after I sucked out and swallowed the remaining drops did he release me from the bondage. We cuddled up tightly in bed. I felt an odd mixture of being liberated and imprisoned at the same time. It was the sexiest night of my life by far and I felt happy and content for the first time in a long while. It was so easy to suck on his penis and swallow his semen. I don’t know why I had waited for all these years to give pleasure in that manner to a man. Though I started late, I fully intended to make up for lost time with my sexy boyfriend. I yawned and Dane squeezed and fondled my breasts until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Late the next morning I woke up before Dane and stretched. His body was so comforting and warm lying next to me, radiating heat like my own electric blanket for the cold desert nights. I watched Dane sleep and felt so incredibly happy inside to have him next to me. I couldn’t imagine going to bed and waking up without him now. His body was cut like the sculpture of an alabaster Greek God, without an ounce of fat on him. His sandy hair on his head was beginning to grow out from the short military cut. His thick-veined forearms had a dusting of light blond hairs leading down his chest and under his navel and penis. He was aroused in his sleep, the white bed sheet barely covering his massive erection. Dane always seemed hard with me, like a beast that was always hungry, always needing to copulate, to be sucked upon and relieved. He had just come a great deal a few hours ago, inside my vagina, all over my breasts and into my mouth. How could he be so stiff again, so fast?

I lifted the sheet off his penis without waking him to get a better look. His thick hairless shaft was beautiful to behold, standing at attention like a soldier. It seemed to be painfully throbbing with blood, the thick bluish veins running up the sides and pulsing. I wondered how he could possibly sleep with his enormous erection. I wanted to touch and stroke it to relieve him of the pressure, but didn’t want to wake him.

I thought of the past men I was with sexually, in high school and in community college, as well as the student I was super attracted to at Pima Medical Institute, but never really spoke to. I liked to have sex; it came naturally to me and I thought I had a healthy attitude about it. But I had never become obsessed by sex or a man’s body until I met Dane. I liked how controlling he was over me. It aroused me and made me want to give him pleasure, constantly. The more control I gave him, the more aroused I became. I wanted Dane to be my boyfriend and eventually more, perhaps. I kept staring at his lovely penis and knew what I wanted to do now, and every morning in my life from now on.

I closed my eyes and slid my body down the bed to swallow his long penis as deeply into my throat as I could. I pressed my breasts against him and cupped his scrotum in one hand while holding his shaft in the other, sucking on his penis with the single-minded desire to not allow it out of my mouth until I made him come again. I kept thinking of how he shot several streams of semen onto my body and into my mouth late last night. I still had the sticky residue of his fluid dried into my skin on the soft cleavage of my breasts. I liked the taste of his come on my lips and feeling of it as it pooled in the back of my mouth and slid so easily down my throat. It seemed so natural for me to suck on Dane’s penis and swallow his semen. I wasn’t intimidated by its large size or width. I liked the feeling of his hard flesh completely filling my mouth and throat. After last night, I was no longer nervous about him repeatedly thrusting his penis into my mouth and shooting several bursts of his semen into the back of my throat and swallowing it. I felt destined to meet this man and give him pleasure in this manner.

As soon as I started sucking on him, I heard Dane moan, wake up and turn to his side. At that angle, he was better able to thrust himself through my lips with increasing speed and I kept my mouth and throat open for him. I heard him groan deeply and he emptied his semen once again into my mouth. The sides of his penis throbbed in my hands as he ejaculated. The muscles relaxed and then contracted again when another burst of semen sprayed into my mouth and joined the pool forming at the back of my tongue. I swallowed and then this virile man filled my mouth a second time with his precious come. I swallowed again, feeling the thick creamy texture slip over the back of my tongue. The second time I swallowed Dane’s semen was even easier than the first. After finishing and catching his breath, he kissed me very tenderly on the lips.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning, Veronica. What a nice way to wake up. Do you like sucking on me and swallowing?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like the taste of my semen?”

“I do.”

“If you like it, look me in the eyes and lick your lips for me.”

I fulfilled his sexy request, slowly sliding the tip of my tongue across my upper and lower lips while staring into his eyes.

“Good. If you like it, I’ll have it written into our contract, as our morning ritual.”