The Mane Attraction
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Sissy knew shed definitely have to take out the trash before they left and her parents returned, or shed be hearing about it until the end of time.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was really only ten or so minutes, Mitch spoke.
This is your fault, he said.
Chapter 14
Sissy leaned forward, her arms resting on her raised knees, and glared at him. My fault? How is this my fault?
Mitch pushed his wet hair off his face, not sure hed ever recover from that orgasm. It just is, and we both know it.
Letting out a deep breath, Sissy nodded. I see. She stroked one finger across the black Celtic tattoo taking up his left bicep. I like this.
Thanks, he muttered absently, wondering what he was going to do next.
It makes doing this so precise. Then that misleadingly small fist slammed into the spot covered by the tattoo.
Ow! What the hell was that for?
Do you think Im happy about this? she demanded, getting to her feet. And this is your fault. Yours!
Mitch stood. How is this my fault? Im not the one with the pussy that drains the life from a man!
And Im not the one hung like an overendowed donkey!
Holding his hand up, Mitch asked, Waitwhat are we arguing about?
She was quiet for a moment and then snapped her fingers. Feeling trapped.
We are? I dont know. Your damn breasts are mesmerizing me, he finished on a mumble.
I cant believe youre hard again, she sighed in what sounded like awe.
Its a lion thing. To be really blunt, I can go for hours.
Panting, Sissys hand rested on her stomach, and she abruptly moved toward him. Automatically, instinctively, he moved toward her. They were nearly in each others arms, when they both stopped and turned away.
We need rules, she said, echoing what was in his mind.
Rules. Yeah, I like rules.
Well, you are a cop.
Youre gonna bring that up now?
Dont get snippy with me. She paced away from him. Clear lines. Boundaries. Im all about the boundaries. And to show how much she liked boundaries, she drew a little square in the air with her forefingers.
Right. Boundaries.
Therell be no love talk.
You mean, like dirty? Like when I tell you where to put your mouth or how I want to stick my fingers
No. She eyed him. But Im sensing I wont have to worry about the love talk.
Mitch shrugged, still not clear on what shemeant. What else?
Rubbing her hands together, Sissy continued to pace, but every time she walked away, all Mitch could do was stare at her ass. The damn thing was talking to him again!
Outside of fucking, no signs of affection like unnecessary, non-fucking related touching. And we wont go on dates. You wont bring me flowers.
Or chocolates?
Lets not be unreasonable. She walked to the door and walked back. We will keep this simple and uncomplicated. No matter how amazing the sex is, it never will be more than that. Standing in front of him now, she placed her hands on her hips. And do you know why, Mitchell?
Why what?
With a sigh and a dramatic roll of her eyes, she snapped, Why this needs to remain simple and uncomplicated?
Im sure I do, but at the moment, I am so horny I can barely manage this sentence.
Sissy gripped his face between her hands. Because you, Mitchell, need a simple uncomplicated woman. Preferably full-human. And I need a male I can control so he wont get in my way. So no matter what happens, we cant let this get out of hand. Understand?
And she was right. Sissy was the kind of woman who could get him all tangled up, and hed never get out. She was sexy and demanding and unpredictable and severely unstable. If she wasnt starting shit, she was in the middle of it. She was beautiful and dangerous. A predators predator.
But even worse, even more devastating, he was leaving. Not simply leaving Smithtown but leaving everyone he knew and cared about, including Sissy. Once he testified, his whole life would change, and Sissy would be nothing more than a sweetly weird memory. So he needed to follow her rules and stay in her boundaries.
Yet Mitch was smart enough to know that none of that logic would matter. Because if he wasnt really careful, hed lose his heart to this woman and probably regret it for the rest of his life.
No letting it get out of hand, he repeated back to her.
You agree?
Yeah.
Good. She walked away again. After a few moments, Youre staring at my ass, arent you?
Mitch threw his hands up. Tongues!
She turned and faced him, her hands again on her hips. This isnt going to work if you cant get control, Mitchell Shaw.
Dont tell me. He pointed at his cock. Tell him.
Sissy shook her head. I start talking to itits going in my mouth.
See? Youre not helping!
She held her hands up. Sorry. Sorry.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was really only ten or so minutes, Mitch spoke.
This is your fault, he said.
Chapter 14
Sissy leaned forward, her arms resting on her raised knees, and glared at him. My fault? How is this my fault?
Mitch pushed his wet hair off his face, not sure hed ever recover from that orgasm. It just is, and we both know it.
Letting out a deep breath, Sissy nodded. I see. She stroked one finger across the black Celtic tattoo taking up his left bicep. I like this.
Thanks, he muttered absently, wondering what he was going to do next.
It makes doing this so precise. Then that misleadingly small fist slammed into the spot covered by the tattoo.
Ow! What the hell was that for?
Do you think Im happy about this? she demanded, getting to her feet. And this is your fault. Yours!
Mitch stood. How is this my fault? Im not the one with the pussy that drains the life from a man!
And Im not the one hung like an overendowed donkey!
Holding his hand up, Mitch asked, Waitwhat are we arguing about?
She was quiet for a moment and then snapped her fingers. Feeling trapped.
We are? I dont know. Your damn breasts are mesmerizing me, he finished on a mumble.
I cant believe youre hard again, she sighed in what sounded like awe.
Its a lion thing. To be really blunt, I can go for hours.
Panting, Sissys hand rested on her stomach, and she abruptly moved toward him. Automatically, instinctively, he moved toward her. They were nearly in each others arms, when they both stopped and turned away.
We need rules, she said, echoing what was in his mind.
Rules. Yeah, I like rules.
Well, you are a cop.
Youre gonna bring that up now?
Dont get snippy with me. She paced away from him. Clear lines. Boundaries. Im all about the boundaries. And to show how much she liked boundaries, she drew a little square in the air with her forefingers.
Right. Boundaries.
Therell be no love talk.
You mean, like dirty? Like when I tell you where to put your mouth or how I want to stick my fingers
No. She eyed him. But Im sensing I wont have to worry about the love talk.
Mitch shrugged, still not clear on what shemeant. What else?
Rubbing her hands together, Sissy continued to pace, but every time she walked away, all Mitch could do was stare at her ass. The damn thing was talking to him again!
Outside of fucking, no signs of affection like unnecessary, non-fucking related touching. And we wont go on dates. You wont bring me flowers.
Or chocolates?
Lets not be unreasonable. She walked to the door and walked back. We will keep this simple and uncomplicated. No matter how amazing the sex is, it never will be more than that. Standing in front of him now, she placed her hands on her hips. And do you know why, Mitchell?
Why what?
With a sigh and a dramatic roll of her eyes, she snapped, Why this needs to remain simple and uncomplicated?
Im sure I do, but at the moment, I am so horny I can barely manage this sentence.
Sissy gripped his face between her hands. Because you, Mitchell, need a simple uncomplicated woman. Preferably full-human. And I need a male I can control so he wont get in my way. So no matter what happens, we cant let this get out of hand. Understand?
And she was right. Sissy was the kind of woman who could get him all tangled up, and hed never get out. She was sexy and demanding and unpredictable and severely unstable. If she wasnt starting shit, she was in the middle of it. She was beautiful and dangerous. A predators predator.
But even worse, even more devastating, he was leaving. Not simply leaving Smithtown but leaving everyone he knew and cared about, including Sissy. Once he testified, his whole life would change, and Sissy would be nothing more than a sweetly weird memory. So he needed to follow her rules and stay in her boundaries.
Yet Mitch was smart enough to know that none of that logic would matter. Because if he wasnt really careful, hed lose his heart to this woman and probably regret it for the rest of his life.
No letting it get out of hand, he repeated back to her.
You agree?
Yeah.
Good. She walked away again. After a few moments, Youre staring at my ass, arent you?
Mitch threw his hands up. Tongues!
She turned and faced him, her hands again on her hips. This isnt going to work if you cant get control, Mitchell Shaw.
Dont tell me. He pointed at his cock. Tell him.
Sissy shook her head. I start talking to itits going in my mouth.
See? Youre not helping!
She held her hands up. Sorry. Sorry.
