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  she was doing what he’d told her to do.

  “You haven’t figured that out about me yet?” he asked, watching the gentle bounce of her breasts as she returned to him with the chocolate syrup in hand.

  “We haven’t known each other for long,” she reminded him.

  “I keep forgetting.”

  He popped the top of the syrup and drizzled a thin line along her collarbone. He licked it with the same gentle caress he’d used when he’d collected the whipped cream from the same spot. Traces of sticky chocolate remained on her skin, so he licked more rigorously and then suckled and licked a little more.

  “See the difference?” he murmured.

  “N equals one,” she said.

  He lifted his gaze to meet hers and found her watching him with interest. “Huh?”

  “Your experiment has only one piece of data,” she said. “You’re going to need far more trials to prove your hypothesis.”

  “What’s my hypothesis?”

  “You tell me.”

  Brainy chicks . . . always a challenge. And definitely worth the effort. “Licking chocolate syrup off your lover’s body brings more delight to them than licking off whipped cream.”

  She nodded curtly. “Proceed with your experiment, Mr. Mitchell,” she said.

  He grinned and shook his head at her serious tone. “Someone needs to get laid.”

  “You can proceed with that as well,” she said.

  He sprayed a dab of whipped cream on her nipple and licked it off with one gentle sweep of his tongue. She shuddered and leaned back against the counter for support. He squirted a small sample of chocolate on the same nipple before licking and sucking it clean again.

  Switching to the other nipple, he started with chocolate and then once he had her skin clean and her body trembling, he finished with a dab of whipped cream.

  “So?” he whispered. “What’s the verdict?”

  “Am I allowed to like them both?” she asked.

  “Do you like them both?”

  She nodded.

  “Absolutely not,” he teased, cupping her face and rubbing his thumb across her lips. “You’re only allowed to enjoy what I want you to enjoy.”

  “And what would that be?”

  “Everything I do to you.” He kissed her gently. “If something feels a little strange or uncomfortable, I ask that you give it a chance, but if you don’t like something, just tell me.”

  She nodded. “I ask that you do the same.”

  She took the bottle of syrup from him and squeezed a drip onto the center of his belly. She squatted in front of him and licked it off, slowly at first and then with more enthusiasm. Excitement stirred low in his gut and his cock began to rise. She’d failed to mention that this would be a reciprocal experiment. Not that he was complaining. His breath caught when she hooked her fingers in his shorts and tugged them off over his ass. She took the whipped cream from his hand—which was good, because he was liable to drop it in his distraction—and sprayed it on the head of his cock. The gentle slip of her tongue against his rapidly engorging flesh made his knees weak.

  “Whipped cream wins that trial,” he said, “but I think you’re supposed to test both in the same location to make the experiment valid.”

  “I didn’t realize you were so well versed in scientific experimentation,” she said, drizzling chocolate just inside his hip and along the ridge of the vee he hoped would point her tongue in the right direction. By the time she finished licking and sucking that bit of chocolate off, his fingers were tangled in her hair and his head was tipped back in complete abandon. Apparently she’d decided to take command of the experiment, but she wasn’t being very scientific about it as she again sprayed whipped cream on the tip of his cock and drove him insane with overly gentle, teasing licks.

  His breath came out in an excited sputter. Caitlyn rose to her feet and handed him the bottle of chocolate syrup and the spray can of whipped cream.

  “Your turn,” she said.

  As much as he wanted to make a banana split out of her pussy, she still had her panties on, and he refused to take them off for her or force her to take them off. He was on a self-directed mission to get her to take them off without him having to tell her again. He pulled a stool toward them with one foot and turned her to face it. Setting their food experiment aside, he slid the paddle off the counter, watching her closely for her reaction. Her eyes darted to her fantasy list and then the paddle in his hand.

  “Bend over, Caitlyn.”

  She made a sound in the back of her throat, a sort of anxious moan, and he thought she would refuse his request. That was okay, because he wouldn’t force her to do anything. Not even the things she’d written on her list. But she bent over the stool and grabbed the sturdy legs with both hands. She was all sorts of tense when she gushed, “I’m ready.”

  He moved to stand behind her and pressed the head of his cock into the heated flesh exposed to him. Unfortunately, his progress was stalled by the pair of panties he’d so thoughtfully—stupidly!—purchased for her. He rubbed a hand along the bare skin of her flank and then the covered part of her ass to remind her that she was still partially clothed. He took a step back and flicked his wrist to tap her ass with the paddle.

  Her body tensed, and she cried out in surprise. But not pain. He hadn’t swatted her hard enough to cause pain.

  “Again,” she said breathlessly.

  He gave her one firm swat and then set the paddle on the countertop. He moved in close again, making sure she could feel how turned-on he was, and reached for their experimental props again. He dripped some chocolate onto her spine between her shoulder blades and then added a mound of whipped cream on top.

  “This,” he said as he licked at the sweetness, “is what I’d be doing to your pussy.” He licked a little more rigorously. “And your asshole.” Her breath caught, and he sucked at the chocolate on her back. “If you knew how to obey.”

  “I bent over the stool,” she protested.

  He rubbed his cock up and down her seam the best he could with those damned panties holding him back.

  “Take them off me,” she said, widening her stance. Opening herself to him. Driving him insane with his need to be inside her. “I won’t stop you.”

  “I told you to take them off,” he reminded her, and with every shred of willpower he possessed, he took a step back.

  She groaned in protest, but changed her tune when he reached for the paddle and smacked her ass twice, the sound muffled by fabric. He figured that would gain her cooperation, but she stood there, ass in the air, rocking her hips slightly as if trying to hypnotize him with thoughts of her flesh completely exposed to his fevered gaze.

  He shook his head to clear his thoughts. It would be so easy to reach over and peel her panties down her thighs, but this was a test of wills he planned to ace. Setting the paddle aside, he traced the entire length of Caitlyn’s spine with a single line of chocolate syrup. She shuddered when he added dots of whipped cream on either side of the chocolate. This time as he bent over her to sample the chocolate along her back, he rocked into her, pressing her wet panties into her opening with his distractingly hard cock. She surprised him by jerking her panties down her thighs. He surprised them both when he sank into her warmth unprotected.

  “Oh God,” she groaned, surprising him further by pressing backward, driving him deeper.

  He gritted his teeth together as pleasure completely encompassed him, trying to rob him of every fragment of logic he possessed. Yet the image of a very pregnant Lindsey brought him partially back to his senses.

  “Cai-Cait-ly-lyn,” he said, gasping on every syllable. “I don’t have a condom on.”

  “Is that why your piercing feels so fantastic?”

  She rocked into him, encouraging him to thrust. His fingers dug into her hips as he gave in to what she wanted, what they both wanted—warm, slick softness holding him, grasping and tugging at him.

  He needed to be deeper. Dee
per. His balls slapped against her, and she groaned, meeting him stroke for stroke as he pounded into her.

  One terrifying thought of finding himself the father of not one but two illegitimate babies gave him the strength to pull out. He reached for the box of condoms, fingers fumbling with the packaging. He was ready to fulfill her being-spanked-while-getting-fucked agenda item, but he needed the proper protection first.

  “I don’t want you to wear a condom,” she said.

  He dropped the box, sending colorful strips of condoms scattering across the kitchen floor.

  “What?”

  “I guess I should be worried about disease or something, but I’m not. Are you? If you are—”

  “Pregnancy,” he said. “That’s what I’m worried about.”

  “There’s no chance of that, Owen. We’re covered.” She laughed and turned to look at him. “Actually, I hope you don’t cover it ever again. That felt so good.”

  “No condoms?”

  She nodded slightly. “No condoms.”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “IUD.”

  “Are you taking St. John’s Warts?”

  “Nooooo,” she said, looking concerned for his sanity.

  Did he trust her? He did with his body, but with his future? What if she tried to trap him the same way Lindsey was trying to trap him? He knew that was what Lyndsey was trying to do, and still he was too much of a pushover to tell her to fuck off.

  “I’m sorry,” Caitlyn said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “I’m being selfish. If you want to wear a condom, of course you should wear one.”

  But he didn’t want to wear one.

  “Bend over that stool, Caitlyn,” he said, reaching not for the paddle but for the whipped cream. She didn’t argue with him at all as she turned and grabbed the legs of the stool again. Now he could see everything she had to offer between her thighs, and he was more than ready to experiment.

  Chapter Six

  Caitlyn sucked in a breath as something cool landed on one ass cheek and then the other, and she nearly hurdled the stool when the same sensation awakened the oft-neglected hole between them. Owen’s soft, warm tongue collected the near-weightless cream from each cheek—a delightful enough sensation—but it was the anticipation of him sampling the whipped topping at the center that had her belly quivering. One barely perceptible swipe of his tongue against her back door had her knees wobbly and her lungs laboring for air.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “I couldn’t tell,” she said, hiding a teasing grin as she kept her focus on the floor. “Better try it again.”

  With a metallic clatter, he set the whipped cream aside which hopefully meant he was reaching for the chocolate syrup. She remembered what they’d learned from their experiment—chocolate took more pressure and effort to lick from the skin. So with breathless anticipation, she spread her feet another few inches and squeezed her eyes shut. The syrup felt foreign against her flesh, and she clutched the legs of the stool to steady herself as he began to lick her in a place she’d only imagined having licked. She never thought she’d be with a man dirty and kinky enough to actually do it. The sensation of his tongue teasing the periphery of her hole in firm, wet, and slippery strokes had her craving something more.

  “Owen,” she said desperately, “fuck my ass.”

  He stopped delighting her ass with his tongue to say, “No can do. That’s not on your list.”

  She knew that list had been a mistake.

  He stood straight, and a moment later the slender vibrator she’d purchased for this particular fantasy buzzed to life. She whimpered at the thought of him ramming it into her needy ass, but he didn’t give her what she wanted—or what she thought she wanted, what she’d planned to want—and instead rubbed the vibrating tip against her clit. Her body jerked at the intense pleasure, which was apparently a distraction technique to keep her occupied while he squirted lube onto her ass with his free hand. Her orgasm was almost within reach when he dragged the vibrator up her slit, teasing lips and pussy and asshole as he twisted the vibrator to get plenty of her fluids as well as lube to coat the length of the vibrator’s shaft.

  She was on the verge of begging when he finally slipped the vibrator’s pointed tip into her ass. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut as Owen revolved the end of the vibrator to stretch her wider, slowly working that maddening vibration deep inside her.

  “Yes,” she said, ending in a deep moan.

  “More?”

  “More.”

  She expected the more he’d mentioned to be more amazing vibrator action in her ass, but he pressed his cock into her pussy, filling both holes at once.

  He groaned as he found a rhythm between his thrusting cock and the vibrator he worked in and out of her ass. She wasn’t sure if he was working the vibrator at that angle for her benefit or his own, but dear lord, that piercing at his tip was even more mind-blowing when it rubbed against the toy sharing space inside her.

  After a moment of driving her insane with sensation, he asked, “More?”

  There couldn’t possibly be anything beyond what she was experiencing, but the word burst from her anyway. “More!”

  He released his stabilizing grip on her hip, and she heard the paddle scrape off the nearby countertop. The sound in no way prepared her for the thrill of its sharp sting as it smacked against the fleshiest part of her ass cheek. She’d never expected reality to supersede her dirty fantasies, but the convergence of so many powerful sensations—friction and heat; stinging pain and blinding pleasure; slick, deep thrusts and churning vibration; smooth, thick, hard flesh filling her, and the even harder tiny ball driving her further to distraction—she couldn’t handle all at once, and yet she shouted, “More, more!”

  “I don’t have a spare hand, angel,” Owen said. “You know where your clit is.”

  She did? Yes, she did. She released her hold on the stool and shoved her hand between her legs, working her fingers against her clit until she exploded. When she came, her head spun dizzily as she screamed at the intensity of shattering into a billion pieces. Unable to stand further stimulation to her clit, she shifted her hand back a couple inches to feel his cock thrusting in and out of her.

  “Oh God,” he groaned as he spanked her with the paddle—she gasped and clenched her core around him—and then he gave himself over to the excitement between them.

  The paddle clattered to the floor when he grasped her hip to push himself balls deep inside her, and he shuddered and groaned through his release. She sagged against the stool, glad it was there to keep her standing, but suddenly wished for a comfortable bed. She winced when he pulled the vibrator out of her ass and again when he withdrew his spent cock. She adored that cock piercing of his, but it was harsh on her tender flesh, especially without the buffer of a condom.

  “We’re going to have to take it a little easier on you,” he said, “or your first fantasy might have to be the only one I fulfill this weekend.”

  “It felt amazing,” she said. “All of it.”

  She stood upright and forced herself not to show any discomfort. She was definitely going to be feeling that encounter for days to come, and she relished knowing why she was sore. Owen had fucked her liked she’d never been fucked before, and she felt utterly satisfied. Sex usually left her wanting, and she could never figure out why.

  He began to clean himself with the Handi Wipes she’d placed on the counter for that very purpose.

  “I think I’m going to enjoy this fantasy list of yours.”

  She grinned at him and decided as his cum dripped down the inside of her thigh that those wipes weren’t going to cut it. She was going to need go upstairs to wash up.

  “Especially knowing it’s going to take ages to get through all the scenarios.” He smiled at her and then glanced at the list resting on the counter.

  Ages? Well, as long as they kept their interactions light and all about the sex, she was fine with exte
nding their time together indefinitely.

  “I’ll probably come up with new ideas as we go,” she said. “Are you sure you want to start this journey with me?”

  “I don’t want to just start it, babe,” he said. “I plan to finish it.”

  Chapter Seven