“Well, since you’re sorry,” I whispered in his ear. My hips ground on top of his, making him groan with the friction. Not long after, I felt the bulge below my thigh. His eyes flashed before me, and I knew exactly what his next move would be. He always liked to take control. To be on top of me and pumped me the way he wanted. “This attraction thing is really annoying and I need a release,” I said coldly to him, “If you feel even a fraction of guilt, let me use you.” The flash in his eyes died down. “Use?” He didn’t like the word because it meant he had to relinquish control. “Yes, I’ll be in charge. I’m just using you to find my release,” I said firmly. Seeing his pained expression, I knew he couldn’t resist. He wanted it, too. He must have been feeling guilty all this time, because, in just a few seconds, he agreed. “Alright,” he said. His fingers started unbuttoning his belt. But I swatted his hands away. “I’m in charge.” He frowned
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