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I’m impressed by Emilia’s tolerance, and I make the last few swats count before stopping.

She’s trembling all over. Panting. Moaning softly. I’d bet my last dollar she’s aroused.

“Is your pussy wet, Emilia?”

She nods.

“I’d like to reach between your legs and find out for myself. May I?” I shouldn’t do this. It wasn’t part of the plan, not part of the negotiation. I should not touch Emilia so intimately. It’s one thing to make her remove her panties and expose her bottom to me. It’s another thing entirely for me to fondle her.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathes out.

I slide one hand slowly up her thigh, loving the way her breath hitches as I get closer to her core. She rises onto her tiptoes.

When my fingers find her folds, I give a feathery touch, almost not enough to notice. But she’s beyond aware. She whimpers and tries to push back.

I steady her with firm pressure against the small of her back. Her pussy is shaved bare. I like a shaved pussy. I want to flip her over, spread her legs, and bury my face in her warmth. I want to suck her until she comes. I want to hear her scream.

Instead, I ease one finger between her folds and drag it through her arousal.

Emilia moans as if I’ve pinched her clit. She’s so fucking aroused and sensitive.

Forcing myself to stop, I bring my finger to my lips and suck her juices from my pointer. Sweetest flavor in the world.

My heart is racing as I release her and pull her dress over her sexy red ass. I tuck my hands under her and help her stand before turning her around so she’s facing me. Staring into her eyes, I determine that she’s definitely in subspace but not so deeply that she can’t make it to her room.

Ensuring she’s steady against the mattress, I turn and grab a water bottle from the fridge. After uncapping it, I cup the back of her neck and tip the lip of the bottle to her mouth. “Take a drink, Emilia,” I order.

She obeys me, sucking down a third of the water.

When she balks at consuming more, I set it aside. “Go to your room right now, Emilia. I want you to strip naked and climb into bed. You may sleep on your back or your front, but you will not touch your pussy. You do not get to come.”

I take several steps away from her. I must. I need to get my hands off her. She’s temptation on a stick.

She doesn’t look away. My brave girl. “Please can I stay here with you?”

“No.”

“But…”

“No, Emilia. This isn’t up for discussion. Don’t you understand? If you were mine, nothing would be up for discussion. I’m a bossy fucking man. You wanted a taste of how demanding I am, and you got it. Now you need to go to your room. Think about what happened here and how it made you feel. Multiply how dominant you think I am by ten. Imagine a world where you turn all your choices over to me. That’s the kind of man I am. You’re playing with fire to think you can skip around me every day, flirting. I’m not right for you.”

I force myself not to wince as I spit out this harsh reality. I need her to leave this RV and never come back. For her own good. And for mine.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs as she shuffles toward the door. She hesitates, not looking at me this time. “Can I have my panties back?”

“No.” Never. I’m confident she will realize this type of relationship is not something she’s up for, but her panties are mine. I’ll always have them as a reminder of this one intense scene we did together.

She opens the door, climbs down from the RV, and heads for the house.

I hop down and follow her to make sure she arrives safely, and I continue to stare at the back door that leads into the kitchen for long seconds. Eventually, I shift my attention to the second floor and watch when the light comes on in her bedroom. I don’t see her, but I stand here for a while before going inside the RV.

Fuck. Me.

Chapter 6

Emilia

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