“I’ll be done early today,” he says. “Be ready to go out for dinner. I’ve laid out what I want you to wear.”

My core throbs at his words. Would he do this every day if we were actually together? Dress me, pet me, fuck me?

His eyes narrow and he grins. “I have to go. I’ll call you later.” I sit back, bringing my hair up into a messy bun as he reaches for his suit jacket.

“Do you dress my mom?” As soon as I say it, I wish I hadn’t because I hate her, and if he says yes…

“No,” he says dryly, reaching for his phone.

I nod and try not to smile. Though I really have nothing to be happy about, I am happy anyway. The reality that my mom will be returning at any time can come later. I’m about to crawl toward my phone when he grabs my ankles. As I flop on my stomach, he pulls me to the end of the bed.

“On all fours.” He slaps my ass.

“Ow, Jett, that hurt.” Because it did.

“I want this ass.” He almost purrs it as he caresses one cheek. And I stiffen. Is he talking about anal?

“What do you mean?” My voice goes up a notch, and I’m now completely awake.

“I want to fuck you here.” He leans over and bites my ass cheek.

“What?” I scream, because holy shit.

“You… your penis,” I whisper the penis part as my whole face gets red. “Would never fit.”

“Cock, baby. My cock would never fit,” he corrects me and I almost sigh, because he’s teasing me.

“Say it.” Suddenly he releases me, and I turn, watching him go into his closet.

“Your cock,” I yell, because he really is filthy. “Your cock is way too big for my ass, Mr. Powers.” I smile at myself and cross my leg.

“Agreed.” He walks out, and my smile fades. He’s not even trying to hide the lube and what looks a plastic bullet thing.

“I’m late. On all fours, I don’t want you to take this out unless I say so,” he commands as I just blink at him, then swallow and shake my head.

“I… you can’t be serious.” My voice cracks. He squeezes a big dollop of lube on the clear bullet thing.

“Raven. Now, trust me, I will make you feel so good, but I don’t have time to prepare this ass, so turn and let the plug work.”

“Oh my God.” Again, I don’t move and simply try to breathe.

“What if I say no?” I ask, staring at the toy, plug, whatever it is.

“Raven.” I jump and look at him. “Have I ever not made you feel good?”

I shake my head.

“Then why are you acting like this?”

It feels like I’m being scolded, and I raise my chin.