“Of course,” she agreed with a smirk.
“And thank you for making me wait,” he added softly. He shivered comfortably at the drowsy gleam of her long-lashed eyes as she regarded him. “For making me listen to every single thing all those other guys did to you…”
Alyssa inclined her head genteelly once more.
“Th-thank you f-for—” He swallowed. “For not using condoms,” he finished in a guilty whisper. He thrilled to see her breath catch in her throat at his words, and color come into her porcelain cheeks.
“Really…?” she wondered slyly. “That’s not what you said beforehand…”
Brad bit his lip.
“So you’ve changed your mind now, eh?” she wondered.
Brad swallowed. “Yes, Mistress,” he admitted, red-faced. “I— I’m sure it’s better that way…”
“Ah, what a difference one evening makes!” Her red lip
