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around me. | liked being close to him. We walked to the kitchen and he satdown as he started rummaging

through the fridge. | hadn't known how hungry | was until a plate of food was placed in front ofand a huge

glass of water with ice cubes. "Eat," he grunted and went back to the kitchen to make good for himself as well.

The flavor of pesto, tomato and chicken bombarded my taste buds, Makinghum in contentment. Gosh, this

man could make sseriously tasty food. Taking a seat on the other side of the table, he took a bite of his own

food. As always, the silence between us was relaxed and while | was great, it didn't makeget to know him

better than knowing his disliked talking which I had learned the second | met him.

"So... take it you won't be sleeping withtonight?" | asked, trying to sound casual but probably failing

miserably by the look of his narrowed eyes.

"You are right, | won't." He said gruffly and that small flof hope | had somehow kindled extinguished. | must

have failed to hide my own feelings because he continued.

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"But....] will stay with you until you fall asleep."

| gave him a tentative smile, feeling shy even after all that we had done just moments earlier. While in a scene, |

definitely felt self-conscious at first but my dominants rarely letstay in my mind for too long. This though,

Kingston readingand my feelings so clearly madefeel bare in a whole other way. With that settled, we

finished up eating. | often looked at the man in front ofunder my lashes, trying to read him like he did me

but without any luck. His walls were a fortress | had a hard tbreaking through.

My legs still shook as we made our way to my room and that ass weird, my bedroom? When did | start

considering it as mine? | left him on my bed as | brushed my teeth and flossed before joining him on the soft and

luxurious mattress. My heart danced with joy when he gatheredin his embrace. It hurt a little knowing he

would be gone as soon as | let sleep take overbut for now, | was content with whatever he wanted or could

give me. | already knew he struggled, as said to

me, myself and Marshall. So all | could do was appreciate that he was at least trying.

The feel of his heart beating against my back lulledto sleep even as | fought to stay awake

just so | could have him holda little longer.

When | woke up in an empty bed, | was prepared for it and the space besidehad long grown cold. The last

t| had been here, my emotions were all over the place and while | didn't know

the exact reason why Kingston refused to sleep with me, | couldn't fault him for it. Everyone was different, some

didn't like to share a bed and that was okay. Of course, | wished he would but | had respected his wishes. I just

hoped he had gotten ssleep no matter where he had spent

the night.

Rising from the bed, | stretched and felt aches in places I didn't know could ache until | met these men. Kingston

had workedover pretty good last night, | blushed, remembering how he madehump his leg. He didn't

make me, only toldthat if | wanted an orgasm, | had to use him and | had been too desperate not to. | am

not just desperate, | wanted to do it as well, the act so humiliating it has made my skin burn with needs. My clit

throbbed with the memory ofgrinding on his leg, seeking the pleasure promised towhile he watched. It

was something | would not forget any tsoon.

Then, my mind went to what had happened afterwards when he had forcedto stay still and keep quiet for

twenty whole minutes. It had been hell, each tworse than the former and yet, | could feel tears pressing

behind my eyelids as | fought against my own body's reaction. | wanted to scream, to move something, anything

but | had wanted his dick even more, | needed that delicious stretch that only his dick could provide. I hadn't

thought | would be able to hold that tight of a leash on my body but he had provedwrong. The thing was, |

had actually learned a

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lot about myself last night. | had learned how fantastic it felt to let go of my inhibitions, | had learned how much |

hated displeasing my dominants. Just the thought of Kingston's disapproving words made my body tense as if |

had been hit only emotionally instead of physically. Lastly, | learned | had more control of my body than | had

given myself credit for.

Walking into the closet, | found a pair of denim shorts and underwear. | didn't want to change out of his shirt so |

stuck with it. Only when | walked back out of the closet after dressing did | realize | had finally accepted the fact

that they had bought clothes forand that | would wear them. I didn't know if that was progress, they would

probably think so. | guess | would just learn that while | could be stubborn, they were way worse when it cto

taking care of me. A huge part ofliked that a lot, though it was hard to admit it to myself. I had always been

independent and I felt like | was losing myself to them.

| followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen, hoping to find a well rested man as opposed to the last t| had

been here. However, | wouldn't complain if | saw him shirtless like | had done. then, alas, it wasn't meant to be.

He stood by the counter, chopping fruits with and a blue shirt on, similar to the one | was wearing. Unlike mine,

his shirt was stretched tight against his muscled upper body, makingdrool. My eyes strayed further down

and my breath caught when | saw the black sweatpants he had on. | had only ever seen him in a suit, so it was

quite a shock to the system especially my lady parts because, those sweatpants did nothing to hide the body

underneath. The black cotton clung to his ass, lettingsee just how well shaped he was.

"Want to helpmake breakfast?" His voice startledout of my staring and my eyes snapped up, meeting

his knowing gaze.

Yes, he definitely knew | had been checking him out and | noted the dark circles under his eyes but he looked

better than the last t| had slept over.

"Umm, sure. What are we making?" | was surprised by his offer, he seemed like a guy who treasured his space in

the kitchen.

"Baguette with eggs and bacon and fruit salad on the side." He responded and started cutting up a watermelon.

"The baguettes should be done rising now, take out the baked pan from the oven and replace it with the pan that

is on the counter." He instructed me.

| looked to where he nodded at the counter and saw a baking pan with a cloth over it. | removed the cover to see

two perfectly shaped baguettes.