Page 114 of Savage Empire
“Two,” I continue. “I’m perfectly confident in my abilities to bring you pleasure, and I hope it takes more than a few minutes. Unlike whatever pathetic excuses for men you’ve apparently let touch you before, I enjoy bringing a woman to the brink of ecstasy. It’s half of the enjoyment.”
“How do I know you’re being honest?” she rasps.
I lift a brow. “Would you like a test ride?”
“You seem like you’re teasing me, but yes, actually,” she rebuttals, a challenging glint in her eye. “I want our finalized contract to be contingent on you proving yourself.”
“You want a trial fuck.”
“Unless you have a problem with that.”
My only problem with it is that it’s not currently happening.
“No problem,” I reply with a thoughtful hum. “We’ll schedule a time at the end of our meeting.”
“O-okay.” She doesn’t mean to stutter, but she does.
I want to taste the nerves straight from her lips.
“While we’re on the topic of must haves for our intimate life, I have a condition of my own.”
Rayna drops her previous smile and gives me a suspicious look. “If you have some kind of fucked up fetish?—”
“Relax,micina,” I interrupt with a huff. “Your feet are safe from me.”
She hides a laugh poorly, shaking her head. “I was thinking more like you wanting to chase me through the woods or stick needles through my ribs.”
Needles through herribs? Where does she come up with these things?
“How imaginative. No, it’s nothing like that.”
“Well, go on then. Tell me about this mysterious condition. What do you want? Holiday blowjobs or something?”
“Quite the opposite,” I drawl, unimpressed with her judgmental tone. “It’s less of a condition and more of a boundary. There will be no holidayblowjobsnor oral of any kind performed on me. It’s my non-negotiable. You have yours, this is mine.”
“Hold on.” Her eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Rayna’s eyebrows draw in. “You don’t want me to…doesn’t every man want that? I thought it was all the lot of you could ever think about.”
“I don’t find the action of risking my life nor the safety of my cock for pleasure that can be achieved in other manners appealing.”
“You’re afraid I’d bite it off?”
“It’s less of a fear, and less about you,” I tell her mildly. “I have never, nor will I ever, participate in the act. It doesn’t matter with whom. There isn’t enough trust in the world to change my mind.”
Nose crinkling in the center, she asks, “You trust me enough to have children with me but not to suck your dick?”
“The topic is not up for debate, if this is something you need, it seems we’re at an impasse.”
“I, God no, I don’t need it! I’m just surprised.” Her lips twitch, almost into a smile.
“Pleasantly, I take it? The change in your tone is quite telling, Miss Todorova.”
The apples of her cheeks tint pink. “I’ve never been a fan. Honestly, it seems too good to be true. How do I know you won’t change your mind some day? Surely after years of marriage and a child together you might get comfortable enough to?—”
“I assure you, I won’t.”
