Page 18 of Blinded
“Regular coffee, please.”
While Sandra prepared two cups of coffee, GT picked up his messenger bag. He pulled out a square white box with an elegant brown bow and held it out to her.
Her eyes widened. “You brought me chocolates from Christopher Elbow?”
“You’re welcome.” He grinned at her expression. Will she ever look at me like that? GT didn’t want to examine his thought right now and concentrated on the papers he’d brought with him.
Sandra carried the coffee over to the table, and GT gave her time to settle on the couch. When she was seated, looking like a prim and proper debutante at the spring ball, he strode over. Instead of settling in the chair again, he sat on the couch beside her.
Sandra held her composure, but her smile faltered a fraction. “Umm … what … um … I,” she stumbled over the words.
Good to know I unsettle her as much as she does me. “I want to go over a limits list and expectations with you and I don’t think that’s a topic to discuss at arm’s length.”
“Umm, okay.”
“Okay yes, okay maybe, or okay I really don’t want to but I will?” GT asked for clarification.
She gave him a dark gaze.
“There’s the feisty woman I know.” He placed his hand on her nape and pulled her in for a long kiss. She couldn’t have looked more stunned if he’d told her he was quitting surgery to become a fitness instructor.
He let go of her mouth and her neck, working his hand through her hair and pulling out the elastic band that bound her ponytail. He ran his fingers through her silken hair several times and softly massaged her scalp. She looked at him, clearly not sure what to make of his behavior.
“Let’s start with safewords,” he said. “Do you want to use something other than red, yellow and green?”
“Traffic lights work fine for me.”
“Okay, let’s talk about limits, the first is easy.” He grinned as her finger landed on blindfold. Sandra looked down and started laughing.
The next topic was bondage and Sandra consented to all of them. Then came the gags and she vetoed almost all.
“All the better,” GT told her. “I like to hear you moan and scream.”
Sandra looked down and her long hair fell forward and covered her face. With his index finger GT swept the hair back and behind her ear. “You can’t hide from me, baby.” Do you feel the attraction, too?
“What’s next on the list?”
He wanted to call her on her not so subtle diversion, but they needed to go over the limits. “Suspension bondage.”
“I’ve never tried it, but I’d like to.”
GT marked it as maybe. In the impact play section, Sandra left spanking, flogging and hair pulling as options and GT was pleased. He wasn’t a sadist and he couldn’t stomach hurting a woman.
He turned the page and Sandra’s breath hitched. GT didn’t have to look at the paper to know the topic was sexual activity – he knew the list by heart. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to have sex, GT.”
“None? We had oral with the blind date game.” She was joking, right?
She looked torn and shook her head. “Okay, true. I think fellatio and cunnilingus is okay. Fingers and hands, too.”
GT checked those activities as acceptable. “How about toys?”
“Like?”
“Vibrators, dildos, anal beads, anal plugs.” He summed them up.
“No anal, but the rest can stay.”
