Page 8 of His to Keep
I let my hand shift from her chin, cupping her cheek in my palm, thrilling at the way she leans into the contact. “I only do what you’re comfortable with. I only have power becauseyougive it to me. One word from you and everything stops. That means you’re the one in charge.” I brush the apple of her cheek with my thumb and she shivers a little. So soft. “This entire experience is supposed to be based in trust. You trust me with your desire and I, in turn, trust that you’ll be honest with me. That’s the way it’ssupposedto be.”
Wetness glimmers in her eyes, and she blinks rapidly. “I…that sounds really nice.”
I grin. “It’s a lot more than nice. It’s fucking amazing. The greatest high I’ve ever experienced. And I want you to experience that tonight.”
She licks her lips, suddenly looking a lot more eager. “I want that too.”
It’s everything I can do not to throw her on the bed, but I’m determined to do this right. Especially now.
“So let’s talk about your limits,” I say, removing my hand from her cheek. I need her to be clear-headed for this part. Hell,Ineed to be clear-headed. And the longer I touch her silky skin, the more likely I am to kiss her. Once we start that, I know I’ll be lost.
“How do you feel about spanking?”
She swallows, pupils dilating a little. “I like it.”
Fuck. I want her so badly it physically hurts. “Spanking with toys?”
She looks less certain. “I like…some of it.”
“Which toys don’t you like?” She searches my face, like she’s still wondering if she’s allowed to talk like this. “I’m trusting you to be honest,” I remind her.
“I don’t like canes. Or whips. Well…sometimes whips?” Again her face flushes. So fucking cute. “I don’t like very hard whippings.”
The fact that someone has obviously pushed her past these limits makes me want to rage all over again. I force myself to keep my attention on this conversation. “Paddles okay?”
She nods, almost eager. “I like paddles. And crops.”
My mouth twitches with amusement. “Floggers? Belts?”
“Oh, yes.” Her pupils are definitely dilated now, and I feel a rush of relief. I was a little afraid that maybe she wasn’t actually into any of this shit and had been pressured by someone into entering the lifestyle—in which case, the evening was going to end immediately. But now it’s becoming obvious that Rebecca is every bit the submissive I want her to be. She just has a shitty dom.
Maybe not for long,I think.
“How about restraints?”
Again something dark clouds her eyes and her gaze darts up to the ceiling. “I don’t like to be suspended.”
“Fair enough. But handcuffs? Rope? Things like that?”
“All fine.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Fine? Or good?”
“Good,” she says quickly. “I…um. Like to be tied up.” Her eyes flick to the bed. “Especially to, um, the bed.”
Fuck. An image of her bound to my headboard flashes through my mind and it’s all I can do to keep my hands off her.
“Choking?”
“No,” she blurts quickly, then her eyes widen. “I mean—”
“Rebecca.” I put every bit of authority I can muster into my voice, waiting for her wide eyes to meet mine. “No is enough. No is all you ever have to say.”
She remains stiff for a moment, eyes searching my face. Then the most beautiful thing happens—she relaxes. Her entire body seems to ease. She trusts me, and fuck, does that feel good.
“Are we almost done?” she whispers, the excitement in her voice going straight to my cock. I can’t help smirking at her.
“Why? Eager to get started?”
