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than people. But Nicole’s one of the good ones.”
    “Is she getting married in a church?”
    “For sure.”
    “I don’t want to go.”
    I looked up and he was pouting.
    “William Anderson,” I said in my most commanding voice, sitting up and giving him a stern look. “I never ask you to do anything like this. If Nicole didn’t want us there, she could have easily, easily not invited us because of Mama or her church or the fact that we live in Seattle or whatever. But she did, because she’s a nice person. And if she wants us there, then we’re going to fucking be there whether you like it or not. Got it?”
    “Yes, Sir,” he said meekly.
    I clambered back to sit up, then swung a leg over his lap, ignoring the throb of soreness from my spanking the night before, and threaded my fingers through his hair. “Please do this for me?” I said softly.
    “Will you wear a suit?”
    I closed my eyes and let the smile tug at my lips. “Yes.”
    “Okay. You look hot in a suit.”
    “Thank you.”

Chapter 5

     
     
     
    A FTER we’d eaten dinner and cleaned up, we crashed on the sofa for a few hours before we both started yawning. Then Will took my hand and led me through to our bedroom and shut the door softly behind us. We didn’t have a huge amount of space in the room because Will seemed to favor large pieces of furniture, including our huge bed.
    I opened my mouth to say something and he shook his head.
    In the silence of our room, he lifted his hands and pressed his fingertip against my lips, shaking his head again. I kissed it and understood.
    I turned in to find his lips, and they were right where I needed them to be to tumble into a light kiss. Will’s arms tightened around my waist and I lifted mine, wrapping them around his neck to bring us closer together.
    He retreated far enough to work his thumbs through the buttons of my shirt and push it off my shoulders to leave me bare chested in front of him. With his palms flat against my chest, he leaned in to kiss me again, hotter this time, his tongue sneaking out to lick at my lips.
    I pulled his sweater off over his head and brought us back to the beginning, pressed up close to each other, but now his body brushed against my nipple rings. The fingers of one hand were tangled in my hair. The other hand crept down under the waistband of my jeans, then actively grabbed at my ass and pulled me closer to him.
    Fighting down the little noises that were instinctive to me was harder than I would have thought, especially when Will seemed to be doing everything in his power to try to make me lose control.
    Unlike when we were in the playroom, when he demanded my compliance and submissiveness to him, in the bedroom we were more balanced. Sure, I bottomed the large majority of the time, but as I had learned, bottoming and submissiveness were not synonyms. It was with this in mind that I backed us up toward the bed, then turned and sat first so I was face-to-face, so to speak, with his waist.
    Will smirked down at me and ran his fingers through my hair again, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I concentrated on my task of kissing his bare stomach, which was gently muscled from years of workouts keeping it that way, and pushed his pants down off his hips an inch at a time.
    He kicked off the last of his clothes, but before I had the chance to close my mouth around the head of his cock, he pushed me back and straddled me on the bed, holding my hands above my head and grinding down on me. My jeans must have been a harsh friction because he pulled back and stripped them from me, leaving us both naked and hard. Wanting. I always wanted him.
    I waited for his next instruction, but he just looked at me for a moment with a funny expression on his face. I reached up and took his hand and pressed it down in the center of my chest. He smiled, leaning in to give me another kiss that ended with him biting down on my bottom lip.
    A light slap on my thigh was another silent