Clay
My new gym is taking all my time. The women I meet are nothing like what I want. I like to be in control. I like a woman who is tiny, curvy and innocent. I have a specific type and I can't seem to find her in my world.
That all changes when a client hands me that little black card and I find Bitty Sweet.
Shy, sensitive and smart as a whip, she intimidates any man she comes in contact with. Not me. I know what she wants, what she craves. Someone to let her beautiful mind rest, to take control and just let her be a woman who wants a man.
Her innocent blue eyes hidden behind her tortoiseshell glasses glasses spark with desire the very first time I take her in hand.
That's all it takes and I know that I'm never letting her go. She's mine to hold, control and keep forever. She's never getting away from me.
Bitty
I can't believe I did it. I put myself out there trying to find a man. When I meet Clay, I feel something click into place. i feel like I've been waiting for him my whole life. Logically, I know that's not possible, but for the first time in my life I just shut my brain down and feel.
Clay is huge and muscular. Masculine in a way I've never experienced on the college campus. His big hands touch me and I melt into his arms, putty in his hands.
This can't be real, can it? He says I'm his forever but are those just pretty words until he gets what he wants? It feels like I've finally found my home, the one person who knows my every thought and desire and lives to fulfill them until I'm breathless, sated, unable to move.
I just don't know how long this will last. Could he be my one and only for all time?