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soft but his face was still stern. The oncoming headlights lit up his face in stark relief. She could see his stubble and wondered what it would feel like on the inside of her thighs. Sliding over the small of her back or along the fragile skin of her ass. Would he give her burns? And if he did, would he do it on purpose?
    “How is that?” she managed. His finger had worked below the elastic and was forcing it down a bit. He slid his hand back some and dragged her dress up with his wrist.
    “Submissive.”
    “I do no—” she started and then swallowed the rest of her words. Even she could tell she was lying.
    “You have to. It’s part of me. I’m not a monster. I’m not a jerk. I’m not a slave driver, but I am dominant. It’s my way. Always have been. I accept it in me. I also accept that I am insanely attracted to a woman with a submissive streak. I could smell it on you when you walked in the candy store.”
    “No,” she breathed, but she was fascinated. “I’m so—”
    “In charge? In control? The boss, self-sufficient, independent, strong,” he rattled them all off even as his palm climbed higher on her thigh. The warm air from the dashboard heat vent slid up her leg like a phantom tongue. The heat felt unbelievably tactile to her. Fuzzy minded, she tried to focus on his words.
    “Yes. All of those things. I got fired for speaking my mind too honestly, for goodness sake.”
    “Yes, and with me, you can let all that go. That’s the attraction.”
    “But you ripped my panties and yelled at me. And I—”
    “Got off on it. Wanted me. Felt arousal from me dressing you down.”
    Rayka thought about lying. She dropped her head and sighed and then he did it. He plunged two thick fingers into her wet pussy and stroked her quickly before she could think. Rayka let out a low cry of pleasure and instinctively slid low in her seat, her thighs splaying a bit wider. “See. You are wetter than wet. That’s from me making you obey me. Punishing you. And it was only a small punishment, Rayka. Nothing, really.”
    His dark eyes found hers as he slowed the car. Again, he flexed those fingers and a warm ripple of pleasure worked through her cunt. “Oh, God.”
    “Not God. But the boss, yes,” He laughed. One more flex and he pulled free of her. She made a sad little sound.
    “Open,” he demanded, and she did. He slid his fingers into her waiting mouth and she gently tasted herself. Something she had never done. “Good?”
    Rayka nodded, feeling this act warm her further. Make her want to beg. No dinner. None of that. She knew what she wanted. They could skip the hour or so of make-believe. She stopped and he leaned in, his lips touching her ear. “All of it.”
    He entered the parking lot and pulled into a spot. Rayka continued to clean his fingers, taking in the rich yet sweet taste of herself. “Do you taste good, Rayka?” he asked. She could only nod. “Let’s see.”
    Deacon turned her head and kissed her deeply. Roughly. His tongue brushed and bullied hers. It felt like he would bruise her, and yet under it was an intense sweetness to the kiss. A consuming nature as if he wanted to eat her whole. Absorb her. Consume her.
    “Fuck,” he said against her lower lip.
    Rayka laughed. It was the first moment he had seemed even remotely vulnerable.
    “I taste good?”
    “Yes. And later, I’ll know that by tasting you between your thighs. That sweet pussy.”
    Rayka shuddered at him saying such things out loud. No one had ever spoken to her that way before. No one had ever said that word to her.
    “And then you’ll suck my cock.”
    Or that word. Rayka sighed and nodded. It was all she could do. Nod, nod, nod. Yes, Deacon.
    “Never in public, please,” she said. What would she do if he said no? She wasn’t sure.
    “I don’t need it to be that way,” he said. And got out. He opened her door and helped her out. When she turned, he put a possessive hand at the small of her back to guide her. “But