“If that’s the case, you take off the condom just before you finish. Literally. Because when the condom comes off, you are officially done for that round.”
“Can we not—” Mason tried to break in and once again shrivelled at the glare he was awarded for his effort.
“Now, if I say stop, then you damn well stop. If I say no, then the answer is no. I will give the same considerations back to you unless it would be forcing me to be in direct violation of the aforementioned rules.” The man paused, eyeing the interior of the car. “What else…Ah, yes, if you aren’t planning on feeding me or had assumed that I would be taking care of that myself—”
The sigh Mason gave was resplendent in its annoyance. “Of course I was planning on feeding—”