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What is a duet story? The story is told twice – once from the perspective of the male sub written by Reluctant Man, and once from the perspective of the Domme written by Logan Love.

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Chapter 17 (Lily)

“Who the fuck calls this ‘putt-putt’?” Russell called out to me, as I handed him his putter and a blue ball that very nearly matched his eyes, then grabbed my own red ball. I glanced over at him and he was shaking his head at me.

“My family always called it mini-golf growing up. No wonder I had no fucking clue what you were talking about until we practically got here.”

“And then you proceeded to tell me what a dorky game it is before you realized that’s what we were doing,” I reminded him, with a look. He grinned and shrugged. “I hope you know I’m going to kick your ass now. Just for that asinine comment.”

“As much as one can kick others' asses at the dorky game known as ‘putt putt,’ I suppose,” Russell replied, mockingly, rolling his eyes.

“That’s the kind of thing the boys that get their asses kicked say,” I retorted, weaving my way over to the first hole. The course we’d gone to was one my best friend Kate and I had visited many times, but years ago. I hadn’t played in a while. I’d picked it because it was dinosaur themed, which was another nerdy love of mine.

I went up to the start of the course to putt first, without even prompting Russell. As I was sitting down my ball and lining myself up, I heard him call out behind me and turned my head over my shoulder to look at him. He looked so fucking cute in those grey sweatpants, and even after his wild little fuck in the diner bathroom, I was horny for him as ever.

“Movie or book?” He inquired, and I studied him a second, trying to guess what he’d been asking about. Meanwhile, some animatronic pterodactyl screeched somewhere above us.

“If you’re talking about Jurassic Park,” I said, noting our surroundings and realizing that was likely it, and offered him a sheepish smile and shrug. “I’ve only ever seen the movie—”

“Lily,” Russell stared at me in disbelief, like I’d broken some cardinal law. “I mean, okay, the movie is great but… come on, now.”

“Not everyone likes to read in abundance like you do,” I reminded him. “My nights are pretty busy being ah—roped into—other things.” Russell grinned at me, having caught my reference and I continued. “Maybe I should start getting you to read me bedtime stories. It can be part of your sub duties.”

Russell, who had glanced around briefly to check and see how alone we actually were at the moment, looked satisfied that we seemed pretty isolated and turned his attention back to me. “I’ll happily read to you. But it must be naked bedtime stories, and we’re going to start with Wheel of Time. God damn. Only seen the fucking show.” He visibly shivered and shook his head in response. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Well, what I’m missing presently is silence, so I can kick your ass like I promised,” I said simply, giving him another look. He smirked at me, shrugged, but kept quiet after that, waiting for me to do my thing. I took that as my cue, turning my attention back to the ball I had strategically lined up, preparing to make an attempt toward the hole.

I must have been wildly in my head, because the second I attempted to hit the ball, I choked, and it went flying off the side of the course and into the bushes nearby. Russell barked a laugh at me, but instead of me scrambling to fetch it, he took off after it himself. I waited patiently, enjoying his cute butt in the air briefly as he dug around to find it, and then came back to me.

He sat the ball back, somewhat near to where I’d placed it, and then stood back upright, looking down at me. “So, uh. Maybe you’re trying to play putt putt, when we’re actually playing mini-golf. Do you need a lesson, my beautiful Sun?”

My mouth twisted, feeling slightly annoyed with him, but in a more playful way than anything and I shook my head. “Oh, quit being a dick and step back. I have it.” He was grinning at me so mockingly, I scowled and repeated myself. “I have it.”

“Are you sure?” He replied, raising an eyebrow at me and I nodded. Once again, he went quiet, stepping back where he had been before and waiting for me to do my thing.

And, once again, I somehow managed to completely fail hitting the ball. At least this time it had gone just slightly off the course and was easier to retrieve. I’d made an attempt to get it myself this time, but Russell took it upon himself yet again. I felt all in my head for some reason and couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why.

When Russell returned, he offered me a soft smile, stepping in front of me to hand me my ball back. I went to take it from him, but he held onto it for a second, studying me.

“What?” I asked, my voice coming out a little more annoyed than I actually was. Mostly I was just embarrassed that in two tries, I still hadn’t hit the damn thing correctly, but I’d played a million times before. My confidence was swaying a bit.

Russell, despite my snippiness, held steady, still offering me an affectionate look. “Okay, so, I get the feeling you’re the kind of gal who can take a little bit of…gentle nudging, when needed. Mind if I offer you some advice? If it isn’t gonna piss you off too much, that is?”

“I’m fine,” I said, though my tone was still slightly annoyed, but I took a deep breath in response, trying to steady myself, and then looked back up at him again. “I mean yes. Yes, I can take some feedback.” Why the fuck I needed putt-putt feedback, I had no earthly clue.

Russell nodded, still watching me with his pretty eyes and smiling. “Well, first of all, I already have you a little figured out. I think I do, anyway. May still be wrong, but I can get a good sense of people sometimes. At least I think I did with you.”

It was my turn to raise a very skeptical and quizzical brow at him in response. “Oh really? And what did you figure out about me exactly?”

He didn’t answer at first, and I watched as he came around behind me, and suddenly, before I had any say in the matter, he’d cocooned me within his arms, wrapping his body around my own. His hands wrapped into mine, so that we were both holding onto the putter. “You have a tendency to get into your head a lot.” He noted, hugging me rather firmly, making sure we were all tucked in together and that he had my undivided attention. He certainly did. “So, I have a sister—”

“You have a sister?” I repeated, surprised he was talking about his family. He laughed a little bit and nodded from behind me. I could see him smiling in my peripheral as he adjusted his grip on me and leaned his body into mine.“Yes, one does sometimes have siblings in one's family, Lily,” Russell replied, and I huffed at him, which only caused him to chuckle again. “She’s a bioengineer. Works at some laboratory upstate somewhere, I can’t remember the name. Anyway, she sometimes gets this—what does she call it—analysis paralysis thing…”

“Where it’s hard to make a decision? You keep weighing out all your options? Paralyzed?” I asked, knowing I’d heard that phrase used before somewhere, and nodded in understanding, but wasn’t quite sure if it was what I was doing exactly. I could usually make a decision, but it often was due to forcing myself to. “I don’t think I—”

“Wait wait,” Russell said, adjusting our bodies, scooting me around a bit and angling the putter in a slightly different way. “Yeah, I know that it doesn’t seem like you have it outright, and I don’t think you do entirely. I think you actually want to do it more than you do, and you fight yourself on it for some reason. Which is why you get in your head so much. You’ve done it a couple times since we’ve been around each other. You’ll look like you’re trying to take a moment to think, then quickly stop yourself because it’s been too long already and push through, and I think it ends up fucking you up more. Something tells me you had someone give you shit about it before when they shouldn’t have, and it did a number on you.”

“Really?” I studied him curiously, not sure where he was going with this, but interested to find out that I’d been doing something like that. No one had ever pointed it out to me before. And I had a feeling, if I thought about it a little while, I could pinpoint where that habit might have originated from entirely, like he’d suspected. He may not have been wrong in his assumptions.

“Mm,” he said softly, nudging his body into me. This time he’d pushed us closer together, letting the cage rub against my backside, which got a little soft sigh of a response from me, and in turn another little growl from him. We stood there for a few seconds, letting him do dirty things to me while trapped in the cage, before we came to our senses again. “—I actually think that’s why this femdom stuff might be good for you, or why you enjoy it, or…both…actually.” He grunted a little again, planting his head against mine. “Move your hands so yours are over mine for a second.” When he asked, despite him asking me, I did what I was told and I felt him smile again and growl softly into my ear. “Good girl.”

“Oh my God,” I said suddenly, a shiver ripping through the length of me I didn't expect. Nor had I expected a man to ever say those words to me or for them to have an effect on me like they did. But God damn had his voice sounded sexy and it got a response anyway.

Russell noticed too, chuckling softly. “Oh boy…Does this mean I can be a little dominant then? It seems like you liked it. Good gi—”

I pulled forward and away from him briefly, only to shove back roughly into him to give a nice, solid impact to his groin. One he’d pay attention to. Russell let out an ‘oof’ followed up with a frustrated groaning whine in disapproval, shuddering against my backside. I smirked, somewhat satisfied. “You can definitely say it again, but we all know who’s the boss here, my moon.”

“Of course, my Sun,” Russell replied, and then I felt him kiss the back of my head gently in response and nearly melted into a puddle by the affection. He flexed his grip around the putter again to get my focus, and I gripped around his hands more firmly. “Okay. Now, show me how to hit the ball, Lily.”

His instruction confused me for a second, and I blinked, trying to comprehend. After I’d re-stated his request in my head, I shook my shoulders a little, put my attention to the ball, and spoke softly. “Okay, so we have our bodies lined up properly, so now you just want to relax everything, keep an eye on the direction you want to hit and—”

The two of us swung together, gently, and then, like I should have fucking been doing all along, the ball gently rolled down the course. Only a handful of inches away from the hole when it stopped. I felt Russell release me and I spun around to look up at him.

He was smiling at me fondly when our eyes met. “I think I kinda like this whole dynamic for similar reasons, actually, but the complementary ones to yours, I guess. It shuts your brain off a little, right? That uh—subspace thing you mentioned…”

“Yeah,” I nodded in agreement. “I like it because of the Dommespace, too. It lets me kind of hyper-focus? I’m in control, I know what I’m doing, but my brain sort of shuts off, too, in a weird way.”

Russell’s smile widened. “It’s funny, but it clicked a little bit more for me just now when you were fumbling,” he shrugged at me, even after I gave him a little bit of a dirty look. It didn’t faze him and he continued speaking. “It kind of gives your brain a little break.”

“So does this mean I can show you how to hit the ball the rest of the game and really kick your ass?” I retorted, raising a brow and grinning as wildly as I’d nailed the second shot into the hole.

“Hey, you’re the boss,” he shrugged, and then tossed his ball down as I laughed.

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Russell pulled his very fitting pickup truck into the gravel driveway at his property, parking alongside my own car I’d left after our breakfast earlier. It was dark out, the sun having set almost an hour ago. He let it idle in the driveway, the two of us engrossed in a Journey song we’d been singing together on the stereo.

I’d been lost in singing the tail end of the song, staring out at his property and admiring the beautiful view. I had nearly always been a city girl, my family all living more in the suburbs or downtown. The fresh air, the cabin, this wide open space, weren’t on the forefront of my mind. At least not until I’d met Russell.

When I turned my attention toward him, he was staring intently in my direction and our eyes met immediately. He offered me a soft smile, and I unbuckled my seat, drawing forward, my hands wrapping around his soft cheeks and pulling his mouth to mine. Unlike the hungry, aggressive kiss I’d given him early at the diner, this one was a little more tender, at least at first. It was almost a thank you, for a fun-filled and relaxing day with another human being.

However, tasting his mouth on mine, which now had subtle hints of a pizza and beers we’d devoured a short while earlier, quickly was lighting my fire. What was, at least for a few seconds, tender and intimate, grew quickly hungrier, as Russell dove his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it like a Hoover trying to rip curtains from a rod.

The man moaned violently. Let him, there wasn’t a soul for miles to hear him, and I absolutely loved that fact. I sucked harder, letting him start to pant and writhe as I did, taking full ownership of his mouth for as long as I could, until I needed to breathe.

I finally pulled back from him, panting softly as I tried to catch my breath. Russell placed a hand on the steering wheel and then shut off the engine, looking at me after. “You haven’t edged me yet,” he noted, his eyes wide, looking like some eager little puppy that wanted to be played with.

My lip curled in response, still panting lightly. “I guess I haven’t, have I?” I leaned closer to him then, eyes raking down his body, staring at that sexy cock trapped in the cage beneath his gray sweatpants he’d so obediently worn for me all day. “Do you want me to edge my cock, Russell? Do you think you’ve been a good boy and deserved it?”

“Fuuuuuuck,” Russell let out a long, whiney whimper, staring at me hard. “How are you so fucking sexy. Jesus Christ. I can’t stand it. Please, Lily.”

I reached out, twisting the fabric of his shirt in my hand and drawing him closer to me, but not kissing him. Just wanting my mouth closer to make my point more clear. “Please what, my moon?”

“Please edge my—I mean your—please edge your cock, my Sun. Please. Please. I’m begging you…” I loved how his entire sentence turned almost into solid pants by the end of it. He was losing his mind and I hadn’t even gotten him out of his truck yet. Hell, I was halfway tempted to fasten him to the bed and fuck him out beneath the stars.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I replied, offering a small smile, just as Russell frantically unbuckled himself from his seatbelt. I’d started to head for my door, planning to get out of the car, too, when I heard him clear his throat and turned back to look at him.

“—I, uh… Do you think maybe since it’s late…” he started, and I was finding it hard not to just curl up and die with how adorably sweet and soft and almost pleading his very masculine, very deep voice had gotten. The way those blue eyes had gotten big and puppy-dog-like in nature, like he was doing his best to please me with his question. And I already knew what he was about to ask, so I decided to answer, before he got it all out.

“My roommate is taking care of Rand tonight,” I replied softly, reaching out to gently touch the side of his cheek. “Way to ruin my surprise, Russell.” My smile turned more into a smirk then.

“Sorry,” he said, looking mildly worried, like he’d offended me in some way.

It was the very last thing that he’d done.

“Russell,” I replied, staring at him, still smiling, in mild disbelief. He blinked and I shook my head, laughing. “Get out of the fucking car right now, go inside, and get naked so I can play with my slutty little sex toy.”

Russell’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled from the car. “Yes. Fucking.

Ma’am.”

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Chapter 17 (Russell)

“Who the fuck calls this ‘putt-putt’?” I called out to Lily as she handed me a putter and a blue ball before grabbing her own red one.

I shook my head. “My family always called it mini-golf growing up. No wonder I had no fucking clue what you were talking about until we practically got here.”

“And then you proceeded to tell me what a dorky game it is before you realized that’s what we were doing,” she said, giving me a look. I only grinned and shrugged. “I hope you know I’m going to kick your ass now. Just for that asinine comment.”

“As much as one can kick others' asses at the dorky game known as ‘putt putt,’ I suppose,” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes with some exaggeration.

“That’s the kind of thing the boys that get their asses kicked say,” she retorted, weaving her way over to the first hole.

We had finished breakfast at the diner and I felt lucky that no one seemed to look at us twice after I had finally come out of the restroom. We paid the bill and brought Lily’s car to my house before getting in the truck to come play ‘putt-putt.’ I couldn’t even say that out loud. I felt as horny as ever, but was enjoying just spending time with her too.

She had directed me to this mini-golf course with a dinosaur theme, that while clearly not licensed, carried a theme very reminiscent of a certain Michael Crichton book and a certain Universal movie property.

She went to putt first and I didn’t protest, just smiling. Ladies first after all. It gave me a chance to look at her legs and ass in that skirt, knowing that she was wearing nothing underneath now. I especially noticed when she bent down to place her red ball on the tee, but her skirt covered just enough that no one else would know.

“Movie or book?” I asked out of nowhere, taking in the theme of the silly park. An animatronic pterodactyl screeched overhead somewhere like an emphasis of my question.

“If you’re talking about Jurassic Park,” she said, looking around at all of the cheesy dinosaur models, before shrugging and giving me a smile. “I’ve only ever seen the movie—”

“Lily,” I stared at her in disbelief. Every fan of the movie should have read the book. “I mean, okay, the movie is great but… come on, now.”

“Not everyone likes to read in abundance like you do,” she said. “My nights are pretty busy being ah—roped into—other things.” I grinned at her and the pun she had worked in. “Maybe I should start getting you to read me bedtime stories. It can be part of your sub duties.”

I glanced around quickly, making sure no one was near us that could have heard. The woman seemed to not care if anyone heard, but the thought of discovery by anyone, including strangers, freaked me the fuck out. But we seemed fairly isolated. “I’ll happily read to you. But it must be naked bedtime stories, and we’re going to start with Wheel of Time. God damn. Only seen the fucking show.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You don’t know what you’re missing.” But I enjoyed the thought of finally getting to see her naked even if it was only to read to her.

“Well, what I’m missing presently is silence, so I can kick your ass like I promised,” she said, giving me one of her looks that only caused me to smirk and shrug at her. But I kept my mouth shut and refrained from giving her a grand mocking flourish to go ahead and hit the fucking ball.

I couldn’t help but look at her form as she was slightly bent over in position. Her positioning was all wrong to hit the ball properly, but I stayed silent and just enjoyed undressing her with my eyes. She swung and the ball went wildly into the bushes on the side of the course. I barked out a laugh, unable to contain it, but immediately went to retrieve the ball for her. It took a little bit of digging around to find it and I couldn’t help but wonder if she looked at me with lust in these situations like I did her. The difference was she had seen me in person nude.

I finally found it and placed it back on the ground where she had it before. I stood back up, looked down at her and said, “So, uh. Maybe you’re trying to play putt putt, when we’re actually playing mini-golf. Do you need a lesson, my beautiful Sun?” I gave her the full smirk, especially after all of that trash talk she had given me.

I watched her mouth twist with mild annoyance and enjoyed pushing her buttons a little. She shook her head. “Oh, quit being a dick and step back. I have it.” I gave her a huge smile, enjoying tweaking her, as she repeated more emphatically, “I have it.”

“Are you sure?” I replied, raising an eyebrow and she nodded. I closed my mouth, though didn’t stop smiling, and stepped back once again.

And, once again, her sexy form was all kinds of wrong and the ball went off the course once again, though not quite as badly. She started to move to retrieve it, but I was quicker to the area. I could see the frustration painted on her face and I wanted to help her and back off from the mocking attitude that I’d had, which was likely making the problem worse.

I returned to her, holding out the ball in front of me with a soft smile, but when she went to take it from me, I held onto it, studying her face and expression.

“What?” she asked and sounded all kinds of annoyed. She must have also been feeling a little embarrassed after her trash talk. I could see that her confidence was shaken.

I stood still, looking down at her with the burgeoning affection that I was feeling for her. She was a fiery woman and when she started to dominate me, it was that fire turned to passion that made her so different from all the other women. “Okay, so, I get the feeling you’re the kind of gal who can take a little bit of…gentle nudging, when needed. Mind if I offer you some advice? If it isn’t gonna piss you off too much, that is?”

“I’m fine,” she said a little testily, but almost like it was an automatic answer. She then took a deep breath, seeming to steady herself before looking back up at me. “I mean yes. Yes, I can take some feedback.” She was still annoyed and a little flustered.

I nodded and made sure my smile was friendly and no longer mocking. “Well, first of all, I already have you a little figured out. I think I do, anyway. May still be wrong, but I can get a good sense of people sometimes. At least I think I did with you.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, surely not expecting me to say something like that. “Oh really? And what did you figure out about me exactly?”

I didn’t answer right away, instead slowly moving around to stand behind her. I came in very close, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my larger body to hers. I brought my hands down and wrapped them around hers on the club, so that we were both holding it. “You have a tendency to get into your head a lot.” I said softly, almost right into her ear and hugging her rather firmly, making sure we were all tucked in together and that I had her undivided attention. She seemed to calm. “So, I have a sister—”

“You have a sister?” she asked, seeming surprised. I let out a little low laugh and nodded. I adjusted my grip and leaned in even closer to her.

“Yes, one does sometimes have siblings in one's family, Lily,” I replied a little sarcastically, and she huffed at me, causing me to chuckle again. “She’s a bioengineer. Works at some laboratory upstate somewhere, I can’t remember the name. Anyway, she sometimes gets this—what does she call it—analysis paralysis thing…”

“Where it’s hard to make a decision? You keep weighing out all your options? Paralyzed?” she asked as if she had heard of it before and nodded before saying, “I don’t think I—”

“Wait wait,” I interrupted, adjusting our bodies positioning a bit and angling the club a little differently. “Yeah, I know that it doesn’t seem like you have it outright, and I don’t think you do entirely. I think you actually want to do it more than you do, and you fight yourself on it for some reason. Which is why you get in your head so much. You’ve done it a couple times since we’ve been around each other. You’ll look like you’re trying to take a moment to think, then quickly stop yourself because it’s been too long already and push through, and I think it ends up fucking you up more. Something tells me you had someone give you shit about it before when they shouldn’t have, and it did a number on you.”

“Really?” All the annoyance had gone from her voice and I could feel her body relax more in my arms. It felt so fucking good to hold her.

“Mm,” I confirmed softly, and then pushed tightly against her. My caged cock pushed into her perfect ass and I moved my hips a little knowing that she would be able to feel it, especially with the lack of underwear. She sighed and that increased my desire, causing me to let out a little growl. We stood in silence like that for a few minutes as I pushed my caged cock into her firm ass and imagined all the dirty things that I wanted to do but couldn’t. Not unless she decided we would.

“I actually think that’s why this femdom stuff might be good for you, or why you enjoy it, or…both…actually,” I finally said, planting my head against hers. “Move your hands so yours are over mine for a second.” She did as she was told without question and inspired, I couldn’t help but growl, “Good girl.”

“Oh my God,” she said, and the surprised arousal in her voice was clear as her body shivered in response to my growl of praise, turning the tables. It had been an experiment, but she had quite the response to it and I pulled her tighter against me still as I chuckled at my sudden power, “Oh boy…Does this mean I can be a little dominant then? It seems like you liked it. Good gi—”

She abruptly pulled away from me, stopping me from finishing the phrase. I was confused by it, worried I had upset her, but then she suddenly shoved herself back into me, her ass hitting the cage and briefly crushing my balls, which certainly got my attention. I let out a groan of discomfort and was a little frustrated that the moment was gone, but I couldn’t help but shudder at her not so subtle display of power. “You can definitely say it again, but we all know who’s the boss here, my moon.”

Another shudder went through me at the ease in which she had reestablished her dominance over me. “Of course, my Sun,” I replied meekly. Well, meek for me anyway, but felt those new feelings wash over me. On impulse, I kissed the back of her head in appreciation. I flexed my grip on the club and felt her grip over mine more more firmly now. “Okay. Now, show me how to hit the ball, Lily.”

It took a few moments as she processed what I’d said. She adjusted her shoulders and looked down at the ball, speaking softly. “Okay, so we have our bodies lined up properly, so now you just want to relax everything, keep an eye on the direction you want to hit and—”

The two of us swung together, gently, and the ball gently rolled down the course. Only a handful of inches away from the hole when it stopped. I released her and she spun around, looking up at me.

I was smiling as our eyes met, pleased with the insight and the closeness and I realized something else. “I think I kinda like this whole dynamic for similar reasons, actually, but the complementary ones to yours, I guess. It shuts your brain off a little, right? That uh—subspace thing you mentioned…”

“Yeah,” she nodded in agreement. “I like it because of the Dommespace, too. It lets me kind of hyper-focus? I’m in control, I know what I’m doing, but my brain sort of shuts off, too, in a weird way.”

My smile widened. “It’s funny, but it clicked a little bit more for me just now when you were fumbling,” I shrugged at her, even after her look turned a little sour at the dig. It didn’t faze me and I continued speaking. “It kind of gives your brain a little break.”

“So does this mean I can show you how to hit the ball the rest of the game and really kick your ass?” she retorted, raising a brow and grinning as wildly as she’d nailed the second shot into the hole.

“Hey, you’re the boss,” I shrugged, and then tossed my ball down as she laughed.

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I finally pulled the truck into my gravel drive along side Lily’s car. It was dark out, the sun had set almost an hour ago. I left the diesel idling while we finished singing the Journey song that was on the radio together. I sounded like a bullfrog but didn’t care. In a short time, Lily had made me feel more like myself than I had ever been able to feel with another woman.

I noticed as the song was coming to an end the way she was looking out the window at my property, seeming almost lost in thought. I expected that she didn’t have much experience with the more remote existence and had probably lived in cities most of her life.

I had always dreamed of sharing it with someone, but beyond the one night stand’s, I had resigned myself to that never happening.

She looked back at me then and I gave her a little soft smile having enjoyed just watching her while I dreamed of ‘one day.’ She unbuckled her seat belt and moved towards me, placing her hands on either side of my face and pulling me into a kiss. It was tender and didn’t have the frantic passion of our earlier kisses. It was perfect for the kind of day we had together. Filled with fun and laughter.

After the mini-golf, we had gone out for pizza and beer and had just enjoyed our time together, never once running out of things to talk about. Still kissing me, it started to turn more passionate and I could feel her hunger. I matched it with my own and plunged my tongue into her open mouth probing it until she trapped it between her lips and sucked on it.

That caused me to let out a deep moan and now there was no one to worry about hearing it. She sucked harder and I started to pant, remembering the feel of her mouth on my hard cock. I also felt those submissive feelings wash over me. Those feelings that I had felt the first time she tied me up. That was the only explanation for what they were.

She finally pulled back from me, panting a little herself. I placed a hand on the steering wheel and then shut off the engine. The big old diesel shuddered off, leaving us enveloped in the silence of the deep woods. My cock hurt so much after that kiss and I desperately hoped for some relief as I said, “You haven’t edged me yet.”

Her lip curled, and I could only equate it with her enjoyment of her power. “I guess I haven’t, have I?” She leaned closer to me and ran her eyes down my body until they rested on my crotch where my caged cock was straining. “Do you want me to edge my cock, Russell? Do you think you’ve been a good boy and deserved it?”

“Fuuuuuuck,” I let out a long noise of need. I sounded pathetic to my own ears, but I didn’t care. “How are you so fucking sexy. Jesus Christ. I can’t stand it. Please, Lily.”

She reached out and grabbed my shirt with a little force, like she had in the diner restroom, and pulled me closer to her before saying in what I had come to associate with a dominant tone, “Please what, my moon?”

“Please edge my—I mean your—please edge your cock, my Sun. Please. Please. I’m begging you…” The way she spoke and the way she had grabbed me had only made me more desperate. I was panting by the end.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she replied and I couldn’t get my seatbelt off quickly enough. But another thought occurred to me before I opened the door. I cleared my throat. “—I, uh… Do you think maybe since it’s late…” I started, a little unsure how to ask and for some reason, fearing rejection.

“My roommate is taking care of Rand tonight,” she replied softly, reaching out to gently touch the side of my cheek. “Way to ruin my surprise, Russell.” Her smile turned more into a smirk then, but I had been quite touched by her soft affection.

“Sorry,” I said, worried that I had ruined the surprise and that she might change her mind. I was not used to feeling like this.

“Russell,” she replied, looking at me and still smiling. I blinked hoping desperately that she would stay and fearing that she wouldn’t. She gave a small almost rueful shake of her head and said, “get out of the fucking car right now, go inside, and get naked so I can play with my slutty little sex toy.”

“Yes. Fucking. Ma’am,” I replied, excited as I fumbled with the door handle to get out and get inside as quickly as I could.

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