Page 56 of Most Likely to Fear Love

The heat radiating from his body made it hard to concentrate on his words. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, trying to ignore how his proximity affected me. “What are the caveats?”

“You will have consented to everything we do together ahead of time. As in, right now.” His fingers drummed lightly on the clipboard, drawing my attention to his hands. Those big, capable hands that would soon be...No. Focus, Cassidy. “I faithfully promise not to do anything to you that you haven’t given prior consent to. And I will put my signature here, at the bottom of this page, to that effect.

I shifted in my seat, acutely aware of how the wooden chair felt against my thighs. “That sounds reasonable.”

When he leaned forward to make a note, a lock of hair fell forward from his bun. The urge to reach out and tuck it back was almost overwhelming. “I’m glad you think so. Let’s move on. You have one free pass. One time you can say no. But only once, so use it wisely.”

“Okay.” Why did that sound hot?

“You will also be wearing what I provide for you, when we are at home. You wear your own clothes if and when we go out, but as stated previously, without underwear.

“Even if we aren’t going to be together? I can’t wear underwear to work?”

“Correct. You have to be accessible to me twenty-four seven.”

Jesus fuck, what have I got myself in for here?

“Agree?”

“Agree.”

“Excellent. Now to the particulars. I’m going to list each and every activity we can do together, and you’re going to say yes or no.”

Needing to soothe my suddenly dry throat, I took a sip of tea. Right when Harle said, “No butt stuff, obviously. That defeats the purpose.”

It was all I could do not to spit out the tea.

“You okay?”

“Yep, fine,” I gasped. “Did you just put that on the list so you could cross it off?”

“Maybe. Moving right along then. Do you like to be spanked?”

“No.” Brian had tried that once, along with telling me I was a bad girl and a dirty whore. I’d fucking hated it.

Harle calmly crossed it off his list. “Breath play?”

“What’s that?”

“I’d wrap my hand around your throat while we’re fucking and squeeze. It makes the orgasms more intense.”

“No.”

“Okay.” Another one off the list. “Impact play?”

I was starting to feel like a nun. “What’s that?”

“Whips and paddles.”

“No, I don’t think I would like that. Is that…is that okay?”

“Of course, darlin’.” And just like that, impact play was off the list.

“Being restrained?”

That…that was intriguing. “Umm…”

“How about we come back to that. Do you like having your hair pulled when you’re fucking?”

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