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asked. “Why so late—or early, depending which way you want to look at it?”
    “I’ve got this little scenario I’d like to try out.” I hoped he’d be up for it, that I’d see him, that he wasn’t just stringing me along in saying he was interested in fucking me again. I had a serious crush on him—him and that wicked stick—and I couldn’t wait to have more of it, of him. Of everything he had to offer.
    “And what’s that?” He moved the two steps toward me. Crushed me to his chest. “Fuck, you’re such a dainty thing. I wouldn’t have guessed you could take it on the arse like you did. Being as it was your first time and all.”
    “Like I said, I’ll take whatever you want to give me. And tonight you’re going to give me something in the deserted storeroom of a supermarket.”
    “Pardon?”
    He appeared so shocked I nearly laughed.
    “That’s right. My daydreams involve many, many things. Me in ordinary situations, getting fucked and spanked and whipped and smacked and…lots of delicious things—things you need to think about if we’re going to make this a regular meet-up. Is that what you want?”
    “Fuck, yes. I want to do so many dirty, kinky, debase things to you. Have done for quite a while. Like I told you, I’ve been thinking about you for a long time.”
    I nodded, lifting one hand to brush a fingertip over his bottom lip. “I never would have known, to look at you—and believe me, I must have looked at you over a thousand times—that you’d change from the man you were when you offered to brush my hair from my face to…to who you just were. A no-holds-barred Dominant.”
    “Is that a problem?”
    “No. I love it.” And I had, did. He was right up my street, and hopefully, if he wanted to fuck me a third time, he’d be just that. Up my alley, too—in more ways than one.
    “So, let’s get the rules straight before we go further.” He dashed his tongue out to lick the end of my finger.
    A shiver went through me, and I imagined what that tongue would feel like if he slicked it up and down my slit. It would be hot, and he’d flatten it so my folds opened up and everything was there for him to take.
    Heat threatened to fill my face and combined with his close proximity, I might have to step away very soon. To get air—he’d stolen all of mine, leaving me breathless just by staring down at me with those mesmerizing eyes of his.
    “Tell me, who does what?” he asked. “What roles will we be playing?”
    “Yes, what roles?” I said, struggling to keep my mind off thoughts of him hurting my arse again. Those questing fingers digging into my flesh and making me squirm, bringing on a fresh round of pain, a new edge to the burn. “You’ll bring the toy—I don’t want to know what it is beforehand. Surprise me. If it’s anything like you just used, you’ll be onto a winner. I choose the locations and, as I told you, tonight is in a supermarket. They’re empty at three in the morning, only shelf stackers and a couple of people on the tills. The security guard on the door. And that’s it. No one to interrupt us in the storeroom. I want you to fuck me in one of those metal cages they use to push the boxes around in. Do you know the kind I mean?”
    He blew out a breath and nodded. “Yes. Which supermarket?”
    “The one on Bridgewater. Know it?”
    “I do. Go on, tell me more.”
    “We’ll arrive as though we don’t know one another. Enter the shop separately. We’ll do a little role play—you know, single people browsing with our baskets, then oh, we just happen to catch one another’s attention at, say, the fruit aisle. All those bananas, cucumbers… Cock-like, aren’t they?”
    “Jesus Christ…”
    “You’ll be willing to take that nap after you get home then and meet me at three?” I smiled, knowing I’d got him, that he’d be meeting me all right.
    “More than willing.”
    I glanced at my watch, sad to see our intimate encounter would have to come