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But I didn't care. I stood there buck naked in my kitchen and screamed my head off with my hands fisted at my sides, my feet stomping.
And in a strange way, that itself was the power trip.
"What did she want. Why do I- Mmm!" His mouth moved sensually over mine.
I wanted to get back into the lifestyle. I was referred to a guy who worked with Dominants.
" I waved my hand at the face I could feel breathing on my neck. My palm made contact with a forehead, and I pushed it away with my fingertips.
"I have been an asshole to you, plain and simple," Dirk shrugged. "I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry.
I'd been running from the consistent annoyance of my roommate being gaga in love at our shared apartment. Little had I known what had awaited me at the mall.
I wondered if it was me or the piercings. I became less assertive.