Page 16 of The Sugar Maple Inn

AutumnDreams87: Following or pushing?

WildTrailGuide: Both. Is that a problem?

AutumnDreams87: No. The opposite of a problem, actually. Which is its own kind of problem.

WildTrailGuide: Stop overthinking. Just tell me. If I were there right now, what would you want?

AutumnDreams87: I’d want you to make me stop thinking about all the ways I might fail. I’d want you to make all that noise in my head go quiet.

WildTrailGuide: I could do that.

AutumnDreams87: How?

WildTrailGuide: How do you feel about playing a game where I give all the commands? A game that allows you to let go for once? Of just having someone tell you what to do, so all you have to do is FEEL.

AutumnDreams87: So what you’re saying is, you want to take charge?

WildTrailGuide: No, just…let me take the wheel for a bit. So your mind’s quiet and it’s just you, my instructions and the sensations.

AutumnDreams87: And these instructions? Maybe give me an example?

The leather creaked as Reese moved his hand across his thigh. He typed, slow and deliberate:

WildTrailGuide: Move your hands down to your thighs. Maybe spread them a little. Slow not fast. Sound good?

The dots blinked, vanished. Then:

AutumnDreams87: Bossy, aren’t you?

WildTrailGuide: That’s the point.

Another pause.

AutumnDreams87: Now what?

His jaw tightened, heat surging straight through him.

WildTrailGuide: Don’t touch yourself until I say. I want you waiting, aching, knowing I’m the only one who decides when it starts and when it ends.

The dots appeared almost immediately.

AutumnDreams87: Like I said, bossy.

Reese’s mouth curved, thumb hovering over the screen.

WildTrailGuide: More like effective.

The dots blinked, vanished, came back.

AutumnDreams87: Okay. What now?

WildTrailGuide: Slide your hand down, under your panties if you have them on. You doing that?

AutumnDreams87: Ah-huh. Though the “panties” thing made me pause. Do you really call them that?

WildTrailGuide: Focus, woman. Now place your finger over the most sensitive part of you. Don’t move it. Don’t go further until I say.

His fingers wrapped around the hard length of himself through the material of his pants.