Chapter Fifty-Four
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JPOV
Control.
Dominance.
Every harbored fantasy flashed through my mind, each one paling in comparison to the one that followed.
Images of Peter on his knees, bent across my bed, his ass lifted high and awaiting my next command.
My cock pulsed, its essence weeping in hot drops against my skin.
"Tell me, Jas," Peter's other hand moved to my waist, flicking open the worn buttonholes on my jeans, "could you control me?"
His teeth grazed the corded tendons of my neck, before biting the skin where it curved into my shoulder.
"Tell me how you want me, Sir."
He knew.
Oh, damn. My bad. I probably should have given a shamwow warning a few chapters ago, huh? oops.
