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Daniel wasn’t home when she arrived, but his car was still parked in the driveway when she pulled in beside him, garage door rumbling as it sealed their vehicles in for the night. After a few minutes of searching the vacant house she felt her determination wane.
There had to be a reason he had not taken her yet, and it couldn’t be simply because he believed torture to be akin to sexual gratification. Perhaps sober, the thought of her entirely undressed wasn’t as appealing to him. It wasn’t appealing to her, which is why she so often preferred fantasy to reality. Which is why she hadn’t slept with a man in nearly two years.
Yet in a matter of days Daniel had made her ache, a constant pooling of desire evident in her panties. Had she wanted to take them off and throw them at him while screaming this was his fault? Yes.
Had he gotten her to pleasure him orally in her very office? Yes.