t was not the second night, or the third, or the tenth that you took me into that garage, a cathedral of abandoned metal and tires. I spent more than five weeks building your trust in my need for you before you allowed me into your sanctuary. You didn’t speak a word, that was your way, but ordered me with your body and those searing eyes that glinted with all you could bestow upon me. You grabbed my insignificant waist in your thick hands and stripped away my jeans and shorts. You pulled me to you, thrusting a solid finger deep into my ass until you alone possessed me. This is how it is, you said with your breath, this is what you are to me.

I gritted my teeth and accepted your contract.

 

Complete story forthcoming in Out of Control: Erotic Wild Rides.

 

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