Page 5 of Vienna Betrayal

The internal voice was familiar, and sounded like his father.

“Not on the first date, suga’,” she said with a smile and a wink.

Unexpectedly, he let out a soft laugh.

“If that’s a deal breaker…” She glanced at his face, her confident expression turning questioning.

“Of course not. BDSM doesn’t have to be sexual.” He set her papers aside. He didn’t need them. He’d glanced over her list twice on the walk back, and knew exactly what he wanted to do to, and with, her.

“I’m glad it’s not a dealbreaker,” she said, some of that confidence returning.

“Why?”

“Fishing for compliments, Alexander?”

“Master Alexander or Sir when we play.”

“Are we playing?” She cocked her head. “We haven’t negotiated.”

“Safeword?” he asked.

“Well then, I guess we are.” She took a breath, and her breasts strained the lacy cups of the corset. He could just barely see hints of the darker flesh of her areolae. “Sherman. My safeword is Sherman.”

“Sherman?” It sounded like a name.

“Sherman, as in ‘like Sherman through Georgia.’”

He grunted in acknowledgement though he’d never heard that phrase before. It must be an American idiom. Part of him wanted to ask her to explain, just to hear her talk.

But another part of him, a much stronger voice, wanted her on her knees, wanted to rip that lace from her body and play with her, use her, until she was sobbing in mingled pain and pleasure.

He needed his hands on her. He needed to start, and finish, these negotiations.

“No penetration—ass, vagina, or mouth—with my cock or bare hands.” He reiterated the limits she had spelled out in her paperwork. Penetration didn’t automatically fall under the “no sex” clause because depending on what was inserted, and how the insertion was presented, it could be non-sexual, much as a doctor’s visit wasn’t sexual.

“That’s correct, Sir.” The way she smiled made it clear her use of “Sir” was deliberate.

“No neglect play or high protocol rules.” He stood, needing to move.

“That’s right, Sir.” She turned her head to watch him as he circled her.

“Sexual contact and pleasure?” He knew the answer but wanted her to expand on the simple statements on the paperwork.

“I’d prefer to keep my panties on, but it’s not a hard limit. BDSM play is sexual for me, if I’m with a partner I know and trust. First time out of the gate, I want to keep it platonic.”

“What about sexual contact for punishment.”

“Are we talking about edging? From where I stand, well, sit, that’s just rude to leave a lady wanting.”

His lips twitched in a half-smile as he went on. “Light to medium impact play.”

“Right again, Sir. You memorized my sub paperwork very quickly.”

“Impact, bondage, and power exchange are all acceptable. Correct?”

“Yes.”

“Why no heavy impact?”

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