Page 31 of Don't Leave Me

It seemed so…naughty to discuss it at work.

He smiled a little bit. “Yes, Hana,” he answered, always endlessly amused by me.

I bit my lip. “Okay,” I nodded, suddenly nervous.

He picked up a few pieces of paper and straightened them out, then put them in front of me with a pen.

“This is a checklist I want to go through with you. I’ll explain to you what each activity means, and you can tell me if you like it on a scale of 1 to 5 - 1 being neutral and 5 being you love it” he explained intently, showing me the first page. “There’s a spot here for your experience with the activity as well.”

He sounded so formal, like he really knew what he was doing.

“Okay,” I nodded again.

“And if there is something you will absolutely not do, that’s called a hard limit. You will let me know when something is a hard limit for you,” he went.

I nodded, my heart pounding.

“Relax, Hana. I just want to us to have the best sexual experiences possible,” he said lightly, probably noticing that I was nearly chewing off my bottom lip.

I smiled a little, still nodding.

He paused before he spoke, observing me. “Here, let’s sit on the couch,” he said softly, standing up and guiding me.

We sat close together on the couch as Michael put the checklist on a clipboard and handed it to me. I gulped at the first one on the list: anal sex. Michael looked up at me with a mischievous smile.

“This one is pretty self-explanatory.”

I felt my face get hot. “Willing to try. No experience,” I admitted.

He smiled and checked them off for me.

“Bondage,” he looked back up at me. “Rope, cuffs, being restrained…” he explained.

“Um…” I thought about it for a moment. “Five,” I answered, nodding.

Well, that surprised me.

He licked his lower lip and nodded with a small grin, continuing to mark the check list.

There was a quick knock on the door. Michael shifted in his seat and told them to come in – it was Evan. He looked between the two of us before he spoke, barely peeking his head in.

“Um, Michael…just wanted to let you know I sent you the article you asked for by today,” he said quickly.

“Good. Thanks, Evan,” Michael responded formally.

Evan nodded, quickly smiling at me before he closed the door behind him.

“I hate the way he looks at you,” Michael shook his head, then looked back down at the checklist.

I rolled my eyes a little bit, but first made sure he wasn’t looking.

“Let’s continue: impact play,” he looked up at me with a smile.

Forty-five minutes later, we had thoroughly discussed my dos and don’ts and our safe words (yellow: slow down or lessen, red: stop immediately).

“In terms of outside the bedroom – how much do you want to let me dominate?” he asked, his hand over the couch behind me and playing with my hair.

I was confused by the question. “How much will Iletyou dominate?” I asked for clarification.

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