‘I’m going to put my mark on you, so no one else can get near you,’ he went on, his eyes suddenly serious. ‘But I warn you, baby, even if we have to fight like cats, I’m going to wear the trousers. You’re going to do what I tell you, and if you start upstaging me, I’ll put you down. The boys in the Valley are like that. We keep our women in the background and we beat them if they give us any trouble, but we know how to love them.’
Suddenly I felt my knees giving way with lust.
‘Could we possibly do it again just very quickly before breakfast?’ I asked.
We never made it to the bedroom, but the kitchen floor proved perfectly satisfactory.
THE END
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