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sense of power from humiliating people, which is what defines a sadistic personality disorder, though that isn’t recognized as a valid psychiatric diagnostic category any longer.”
    “He seeks power over everything, no matter the cost. And he won’t stop until he has it. And it’s not sexual.”
    Gabby looks at me and asks point blank, “You weren’t sexually molested?”
    “No.”
    “Never?”
    “Never. Not once in my life.”
    “But I thought …” She seems shocked by my answer.
    “I’m sorry, kea, if that’s what I led you to believe. He’s a sick motherfucker, but he never touched me like that.”
    “Thank God.”
    “I suppose so. But what he did do was …” I can’t prevent the violent shudder that rips through me.
    She crawls on top and hugs me. After a moment, she asks, “Wanna get naked?”
    “Thought you’d never ask.”
    I flip her over so she’s beneath me and tug at her velvety earlobe with my teeth. I love that part of her. “Your scent is so luscious.” I inhale. My mouth makes its way slowly down her neck, taking its sweet time to enjoy her silky skin. Her hands unbutton my shirt and slide underneath as her fingers massage the muscles in my back. Only she knows how to relieve my tension. Her hands are suddenly gone from my back and are tugging the waist of my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping.
    What started out as slow and easy has turned into hurried and tumultuous, and now she’s on top of me. Shirt flies off, dress follows, pants right after until we’re both naked and panting. She straddles me and eases my stiff cock into her warm, tight pussy. She’s slick for me, but then she always is. My hips rise to meet her and we begin our pelvic dance.
    We sway against each other, rocking to and fro, her hands on mine, palms against palms, and I watch her as her head drops back. I free one hand so I can cup her breast and when I do, she reaches for my pierced nipple.
    My groan is loud. Very loud.
    “Kea, you know how to touch, when to touch, and exactly how firm yet gentle. What have you done to me?”
    Her bottom lip catches between her teeth and why this is so sexy, I can’t answer. But it is and I pull her head down so I can bite it too.
    “Say my name. Tell me who you belong to.”
    “You, Kolson, I belong to you. Only you.”
    Then she lifts her hips, and I slide out until my crown is at her entrance. She sits back down, fiercely, and moans so that the muscles in my abs jerk. I raise to my elbows to get a better view and she repeats this action over and over. I’m close. So close and I always have this pressing urge to hold her, but tonight it’s especially strong, so I sit up. My hand winds around in her hair and I say to her, “Come for me, my gorgeous kea. I want you to grip me hard with your pussy.”
    Her arm coils around my neck and she moans, “Oh, yes. Ah …”
    Her muscles tighten around me in a series of spasms and then I get my own as I release. But this won’t be all for tonight. I’ll take her again and again because she relieves my anxiety like nothing else can.
    “You are indescribable.” I taste her lips. My tongue pushes past them and plays with hers as we breathe together. We fall back on the bed, and I roll to the side, still joined with her. “You calm me. Have I told you that before?”
    “Maybe. A time or two.”
    “I have something for you. I wanted to give it to you earlier, but I know how you are when it comes to things.”
    “Hmm. Things. What kind of things?”
    “Something small.” I don’t want to get up but I want to give her the gift. Kissing her, I hop up and rummage through my bag until my hand lands on it.
    “Here.” I smile and hand her the box.
    She grins. Upon opening the box, she gasps and then sits motionless looking at the box’s contents. Finally, she says in a small voice, “It’s so beautiful.” Her finger traces the delicate design as she holds it in her hand.
    It’s a gold filigree locket that I had designed