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soft, bare skin of her lips and running down the inside of her thigh. One hand moved between her legs, stroking her clit through her orgasm. As she lowered herself quickly between his legs, the other hand stroked him with a firm grip. Her mouth closed around his throbbing head, and she swallowed the rest of his orgasm. Every last drop, stroking them both, pulling every ounce of divine pleasure from him, and fueling her own. When he’d finally stopped leaking into the sweet cavern of her mouth, she dipped her tongue into the tiny slit at the top of his head for one last taste before raising herself up. On her knees, she pushed his shoulders down, shoving him until he was eye to slit with her pussy. Coated in a mixture of his cream and hers, she gripped his head then dragged him to her.
    “Good boys do their chores . Lick it clean.”
    A greedy, eager tongue darted out, to lick every drop of their combined juices from her body, blazing across her clit, her sensitive entrance, and down her thighs. Her swollen, hypersensitive clit reveled in every caress of his tongue, her muscles spasming each time he touched her. Resisting the urge to make him lick her until she climaxed again, she finally sat down on the seat next to him as the car slowed to a stop just outside Leather and Lace.
    “I know what made me the way that I am— why I need to dominate, why I get pleasure from giving pain, why disciplining and having someone obey, trusting me unwaveringly makes me happy. But why are you the way you are?” Her question was direct, but everything about Eve was blunt and to the point. She didn’t mince words , and she didn’t was te time dancing around what she wanted.
    “I don’t know . For as long as I can remember, everything has been heavy. Pressure to win, to be the best, to be the boss, to make my father proud; it was always a win or don’t come home atmosphere . I guess over the years, I just grew to crave someone I could share that burden with, or better yet … give it to altogether, even if just for a little while so that I could breathe. And feel. I can do that with you. I can feel again. I can live again. I can be me and not have to be ‘ on ’ and the boss all the time. I can just be. T hat’s an incredibly liberating , exhilarating feeling, and completely unlike anything I ever imagined possible. I can’t explain it ; I’m not sure I want to . I just know I want to be right here, with you. W hen I’m not…well, I feel like I’m suffocating.” His words were genuine, nothing candy-coated, no sales pitch, just Deacon.
    “Well, I guess we’ve both got daddy issues, huh? Deacon, I don’t know why, but I want you — all the time. But you shouldn’t want me . I’m damaged goods. Broken since childhood. I can’t give you romance and hearts and all that crap. I’m not wired that way.” She turned to look out the window, ready to bolt.
    “What are you talking about, Eve?”
    “I am the way I am because I don’t know how to be anything else . You know Evan is my brother, and he said the other day that he couldn’t protect me when we were kids. Well, he was right. Our father only wanted a boy, so when our mother delivered me, he took Evan and left us. My mother went from one man’s bed to the next, earning our rent on her back . Every night she went to bed used and trampled by the next man, and every morning she woke up hating and resenting me because of it. The last thing she said to me was that I was the reason she never got to live. I was the reason she was never anything more than a doormat. I went to a very dark place after that — drugs, alcohol, even suicide. When Evan found me, I had a needle sticking out of my arm and enough smack to kill even Keith Richards in my veins. Evan saved my life. He gave me a purpose, and he introduced me to BDSM, gave me back some control over my life. I made a promise to myself that I would never let myself be used by a man, that I would never let a man get close