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tell her. No subtleties or sugar coatings for me.
    I go on to tell her the various tests they’ve run and about the biopsy I still haven’t scheduled. After I finish, I look back at her and see no tears. I breathe heavily, grateful for that small salvation.
    “When are you going to do your biopsy then?” she wants to know.
    I shrug my shoulders. “I’ll schedule it when I go back home.”
    “You’ll let me know?” she asks, lookin ’ at me with so much passion I’m actually afraid for the both of us. “I’ll go up there when you have your procedure.”
    “Aw, Tonya –”
    “Don’t you pull that country boy act on me. Not when you’ve been such a shit,” she scolds me as if I were a child. “I’m going up there. I don’t give a rat’s ass if you want me there or not.”
    “I want you there,” I tell her and pull her closer to me, trying not to think about what this means for her new job in Bimini.
    “Of course you do, dumb ass,” she says, finally positionin’ herself so that she is straddlin’ me.
    With her legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her to her bed while she strips herself of her shirt and bra. After I remove her skirt, I start to take off my clothes but stop when I see her reach into her toy box. I barely have time to wonder what in hell she’s gonna pull out this time when she wiggles her vibrator at me.
    Seein ’ me starin’ at her like the dumb ass she called me earlier, she crawls on the bed towards me and helps me get rid of the clothes that seems to be suffocatin’ me. She props her pillows and orders me to lie down against them.
    She orders me. And I fuckin’ listen.  Me, whooped? Not in the least.
    With my back propped against the pillows, Tonya sits down in front of me, her legs spread wide as she begins to play with herself. I reach over to help but she pulls away from me with a smile that hardens me even further.
    “No touching,” she scolds and I frown. “If you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, you can choose from my toy box next.”
    I smile back at her, picturin’ her strapped to the bed with those beautiful eyes hidden behind blindfolds so she can’t see what my next moves are. She’s got other toys, but those two are my favorites. I live for the surprised gasps that leave her lips.
    I nod my head at her and watch her as she makes herself come. The torture of not touchin ’ her, of pressing my lips to hers – either lip would be fine, is an exquisite type of torture everyone should experience. I lick my lips, needin’ to feel her skin with my fingertips, needin’ to be the one that brings her such gratification, but never wanting her to stop.  
    Her eyes gloss over as she throws her head back and unable to resist her any longer, I pounce on her and kiss her lips as she continues to breathe heavily.
    “You didn’t follow the rules,” she says into my mouth and laughs. A laugh full of power and femininity I nearly release myself on top of her.
    “You’re done,” I tell her. “Now it’s my turn.”
    She knows I like ridin’ her from behind and she begins to roll over, but I grab her waist and shake my head.
    “I’m in control this time,” I tell her and her eyes widen.
    She nods her head at me, excitement shinin’ in her eyes, and I lick the part of her neck where her heart is pulsing and find it to be as violent as my own heartbeat. I leave her to find the straps that will tie her to the bed and the blindfolds that will leave her completely submissive to my every whim.
    After I am satisfied, I kiss her gently on the side of her mouth and she licks her lips before she smiles back at me. I trace my fingers from her mouth to her stomach and I watch her skin shiver with my touch. I continue my way down her body, stoppin ’ occasionally to taste certain parts with my tongue. Once I reach her inner thigh, I linger, feelin’ her moisten at my touch. Unable to resist the taste of her, I lick her inner thigh until I am at her most sensitive