I don’t know how many times I re-read his text. Hope? He hoped I liked the cumshot? Liked? I more than liked it. My mouth still watered from the need to lick up every last drop. There was something about Dane. It was hard for me to come out of my shell, especially sexually, but with him it was something I didn’t even need to think about. He had gotten me to switch off the voice in my head. The one that told me I couldn’t do things out of my comfort zone and reminded me of why I didn’t like being touched. But when I thought of Dane, I wanted to do everything. I wanted to explore a side of my sexuality I’d never explored.
From the moment I decided to obey him, I didn’t give a flying f**k if anyone was around, or if anyone could see me. I wanted to do it, I wanted to do what he wanted. Not o
