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XAVIER
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Phoebe’s father agreed to let me use their property, which was pretty legit.
They were under the impression we were doing an outside date night, but it was more than that.
I was about to tear her little ass apart.
I chose to be this far back especially so she could do all the moaning, yelling, and screaming she wanted to.
Phoebe and I were good together; she had a nigga sold since day one.
Phoebe was the girl who, even with everything she had going on, could handle my sarcasm, my energy, and my heart.
We weren’t a Chevy or Zaria or a Diamond or Yana, but we were our version of happy.
Did I love her? Maybe. I was still learning what it was, but I knew she made me feel, and that was something I hadn’t done in a long time.
Phoebe was like a broken piece of glass, and it was me who was putting her back together piece by piece. If a nigga had to do it all over again, I would’ve still chosen her. Even though she had the world at her fingertips, a nigga wanted to give her the one thing she didn’t have: my heart.
I pulled my pointer out of the pocket of my lab coat and pointed it at the chair. “Sit.”
She sat in the chair, opening her legs wide to give me full visual access to her pretty-ass pussy.
“Don’t be a fucking brown-noser,” I told her.
“I don’t accept bribes. Tonight’s lesson is about chemicals that are related to love.
I want the word and answer. If you get the answer wrong, you will be punished,” I started. “Choose a box.”
Phoebe rose from the chair and moved over to the table before grabbing one of the black boxes. I used my pointer to pull down the front of her sheer garment, letting her pierced nipples show.
“You got the goods, I see,” I muttered.
“You’re a naughty professor.” She grinned.
“You have no idea,” I said before pulling my paddle from under the cloth on the table.
Smack!
“Distraction!” I shouted as I slammed the paddle against the table.
Her eyes widened. “What the hell is that?”
I came around the table. “The punisher. Now open the box. Time is ticking.”
She smiled as she opened the box. “O? What does that mean?”
“Which chemicals start with an O and can be referenced to love?” I asked.
She stood there confused. “I-I—”
I pushed her head forward. “Bend that ass over.”
“No!” she shouted.
“Over, Phoebe. Baby, if you want me, you want this. Now, bend.”
Hesitantly, she bent over. I rolled the paddle in my hand before smacking her ass.
Smack!
Her body bucked forward. “Ow!” she howled.
“That was just a test. Answer the question.”
Phoebe’s nervous eyes looked around. “Ah, Oxytocin! Love hormone. It’s released during physical—”
My arm wrapped around her waist as my two fingers slid up and down her pussy lips. “Physical what?”
“Tu-tu-touch,” she moaned.
I kissed her cheek. “Good girl. This time, you will continue to open each box and answer the question, but you will take these hits. Are you ready, baby?”
Phoebe sucked in a deep breath before nodding. “I’m ready.”
I knew this was new to her because it was new to me, but Phoebe liked this type of shit, so I knew she could handle it. She fluffed her hair back as she nervously picked up the next box, still bent over. “N?” she said aloud.
I drew my hand back.
Smack!
“Shat!” she yelped. “Norepinephrine! Fight or flight. This is the feeling of but-but-butterflies like infatuation.”
I placed my hand on her head and pushed it forward. “Just like I feel for you, baby.”
Smack!
“Mm,” she hummed.
She began to move faster as she picked up the next box. “S. Okay. Serotonin. The obsessive chemical. How I feel about you,” she blurted out.
Smack!
Her light-colored ass began to turn red. Phoebe grabbed the next box. This time, I went for it.
Smack!
“Argh!” she mumbled through her teeth. Her head snapped my way. “V, Vasopressin. Monogamy is something I’m giving to you. Can you handle that?”
I shook my head. “The question is, can you?”
Smack!
Smack!
“P, Pussy. What you’re not going to get if we keep this up!”
I rolled that muhfuckin paddle in my hand and drew back. “Now you’re the class clown, huh?”
Smack!
“Fuck! Oo, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” she hissed. “Phenylethylamine, a natural stimulant that’s an addition to dopamine, exhilaration!”
“Come on, little Einstein!”
I gripped her hair, pulling her head back. “Last box.”
She snatched it from the table as her hand shook while she opened it. “D, dopamine. The pleasure chemical. It can be a good or bad thing, but for you, it’s good.”
Smack!
“I love me a smart girl. Now welcome!”
Smack!
“To.”
Smack!
“The muhfuckin’ Zoo!”
Smack!
Phoebe’s ass looked like a Red Hot and was tender to the touch. She was now a Zoo Baby, and I knew any woman who could withstand the paddle and my mouth was made for me. I picked her up before placing my lips to hers.
“Now let’s fuck.”