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at. How can you be so sure of us, when your art says you’re anything but?”
     
    “That’s not fucking fair, Maple,” he growled, sending a shiver down her spine. “Don’t try and psychoanalyze my work and turn it against me. Of course they’re full of fear! I was never going to let you in!” He pounded his chest, fist thumping hard above his heart. “I had shut myself off!”
     
    Her chest squeezed in response, and she was so, so close to crumbling. “It isn’t just you, though! Don’t you understand? This thing inside of me… I’ll do anything, J.B. Anything -- if I think it will make a man happy. It thrills me. The worse the treatment, the more horrible the abuse? I keen for it. This is the first decision I’ve made for myself, truly for myself and not just because I was trying to run and hide. Please, please stop trying to talk me out of it. It feels right. That’s all I know! But I’m choosing something for me, and I need to see it through.”
     
    “I can’t do it, Maple. You’re asking too much. I can’t have these feelings for you and see you like those women. It’s just too fucking much.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I made a promise to Rachel. I swore to never become attached to any woman I trained. You’re asking me to break that promise.”
     
    “I’m asking you to wait for me. It isn’t the same.”
     
    “It doesn’t feel different. If you do this, I mean it-- I can’t promise I’ll be there at the end. I won’t betray her, not even for you.”
     
    The hurt in the room was palpable. Somehow, in trying to explain their actions, all they were doing was wounding each other. Slicing to the bone, exposing everything. If they kept speaking, they’d be nothing but ribbons, shredded by good intentions.
     
    She nodded and slid off the couch, crawling toward him. J.B. groaned but didn't stop her. As she reach his knees, her hands slid up his legs. His muscles tensed beneath her palms. “I can't bend rules, Maple.” He said it, but he didn’t stop her hands from unbuckling his belt.
     
    “We’re still interviewing. It isn’t official yet,” she murmured. His hard cock sprang from his jeans into her eager hands. “Let me give you this before I go to the stable. Let me show you love. It’s just a gift. A memory, if it has to be.”
     
    She took him in her mouth then, tongue swirling over his glans. She dragged her tongue down the shaft, tasting the salt and musk of him, his velvet skin a sensual contrast to the iron-hardness of his cock.
     
    J.B.’s hands knotted into her hair, squeezing. Her hair was yanked from her scalp, stretching into delightful, painful pricks. She hummed, her mouth full of cock, sliding down to take the whole length of him. The blunt end of his dick pushed against the back of her throat, and he groaned.
     
    Maple slid her mouth up and down, sucking hard, taking as much of his thickness as she could. J.B.’s cock stretched the sides of her mouth, challenging her. But his smell, his fucking beautiful cowboy smell, made her heady. The taste of him only encouraged her. She wanted more.
     
    And oh, he knew her. He knew her so well. J.B.’s hips began to thrust a little, forcing himself down her throat. She gagged and moaned, working hard to keep up. Slobber began to dribble down her chin, but still he fucked her mouth harder, more forcefully. His hold on her hair tightened, and Maple’s eyes rolled.
     
    How could this, their deviant needs, be so full of love? Her jaw ached, she was having trouble breathing, her throat hurt as he pounded into it…
     
    Maple’s heart was full to bursting, weighed down by love for him. Wanting him to take what he needed and more.
     
    “Fuck,” he rasped. “How am I supposed to let you go? Maybe I’ll just tie you up. Keep you for myself.” Her pussy flooded at this, wetness seeping into her panties. It was a potent image. She could imagine herself tied to his bed. Permanent rope burn on her wrists and ankles.