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“What can I do to prove it? Please, I swear I’m ready. I’ll never get over it if I can’t make myself do it. I know I’ll be okay, and I feel safe with you. I just need you to help me.” Her plea is hard to ignore. Her sweet voice and big eyes and…

“Please. Give me a chance to prove it. I want to replace my memories so all I can think of is you instead.”

God, how can she beg so perfectly? How long can a sinner like me hold back? “I told you before, I’m not a good man.”

“You mean everything to me. That’s why…it’s okay. Even if you never speak to me again, I know I’ll at least be different after. I won’t be scared anymore.”

I can’t do it anymore. Begging me with her wet, doe eyes to fuck her. I have never in my life imagined myself denying sex to the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen while she begs me for it. What a fucking idiot I am.

“We do this my way,” I say reluctantly, pointing my finger at her. She perks up instantly, nodding. Fucking deviant.

“But I’m not fucking you, you’re not ready. But I’ll help you.”

“Then what are you going to do?” she asks, looking up at me while she bites her lip again.

Fuck, she’s lucky I have self-control.

“I’m going to enjoy the show.”

“The…show?”

“Get on your knees. Take that with you,” I say, pointing at the dildo still laying on the bed.

Her face is a bit flushed as she picks it up, turning to me as she stands. “I’ve…never actually used this one yet,” she admits.

Good. I want to see her face as she feels it enter her for the first time. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?

Don’t get too into it, Kane, or you’re screwed. This is a one-time thing. Just helping someone.

“What did I say?”

She takes in a breath, looking at me as she slowly sinks herself down until she’s on her knees before me. “Now what?”

“Now, pull your panties to the side and rub your pussy. Spread your wetness all over yourself.”

My eyes are stuck on her as I watch her tentatively move her hand, pushing her panties to the side and doing exactly what I asked.

Her movements are slow, but I can tell she feels it all intensely. I bet she’s so damn sensitive right now…

“Good girl. Stick it to the ground, right here,” I say, motioning to a spot in front of me with my foot. She nervously picks the dildo back up, lining it up and pressing the suction cup onto the wood. She looks back up at me, waiting for my next instruction.

“Well? Go on.”

She looks back down at it, thinking. I guess if she backs out now, it’s better for her. I’ll go, and I’ll pretend this never fucking happened. Pretend she never fucking happened. I’m surprised when she sits up a bit, moving herself forward on the floor so she can position herself over it. I can still see the tremble of her hands, so I grab her chin, bringing her gaze up to me again.

“Look at me. Pretend it’s my cock.”

Her eyes flicker to my still-hard cock, straining against my boxers and half-zipped jeans. I know she wants to see my cock again. “Use your words,” I remind her. Her mouth opens, but she closes it again. I know she wants to say it. I know she can beg so well. I know underneath the anxiety, there’s a woman who wants to say the filthiest things. She’s holding it all back. “Don’t be scared. Say whatever you want.”

“I-I want to see it,” she says, still hovering over the toy.

“That’s all? You think that’s good enough for me, sweetheart?”

Her eyes finally meet mine again, and I nearly fucking come undone when she speaks again.

“I want your cock, daddy.”

Fucking hell. My jaw clenches hard, and my breathing ragged through my nose, and I undo my zipper again and let my cock out. Her eyes are wide as she finally looks at it properly, maybe thankful now that she’s only riding the toy this time. “Sit your ass down. Let it in,” I say with a fake sweetness as I palm my tip.