She moved up and lay beside me, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. "I read about that last move in a story online."

I laughed. "Well, keep reading, that was amazing."

She asked, her smile fading to serious, "Does it always feel this amazing?"

"It can. Although you should understand that I was very gentle with you tonight. I won't always be," I warned.

"I understand. But please don't hold back from doing whatever you wish with me: I want you to dominate me. I need you to treat me like a filthy slut, I know that now," she answered, the unhesitant words flowing past her sweet lips sounding...