Page 110 of Receiving His Mercy
Are you seriously going to keep this from him?
No. She couldn’t. He needed to know. They couldn’t start out this relationship with lies. But she just needed to time this right.
“Hmm, well, we’ll need to discuss punishments, won’t we? And we need to talk about your limits and desires before we go to the club tonight. If you still want to do that?”
“I do,” she said huskily. “For Rory but also for myself.”
He reached for the bottom of her top and stripped it off, leaving her in just a lacy black bra.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He cupped one of her breasts making her breath hitch. “You need to go to the club, baby? How long has it been since you played?” His hand tightened slightly on her breast, but then he released it slowly.
“I went to the Twisted Thorn while I lived in Dallas.”
He let out a low growl, then he cleared his throat. “Sorry. Just don’t like the idea of you playing with anyone but me.”
“I didn’t have a regular Dom. I don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. And it’s not like you weren’t going to the club yourself. Playing with other subs.”
She didn’t like that idea at all.
“Apparently, they’re all scared of me,” he grumbled.
She stared at him in surprise. “What?”
“According to my brothers, the subs at Whip It are all scared of me. They run when they see me coming. Although I’ve been told that’s a fairly new thing. I never used to have trouble finding a sub to play. Now, the only ones who like to play are the masochists.”
“You . . . you’re a sadist?” No one told her that. But she guessed she hadn’t asked, either.
Idiot.
“That’s just it. I’m not,” he grumbled.
“Ohhh.” She wasn’t sure she still understood. But she was a bit concerned.
“Doesn’t matter now, since the only person I’ll be playing with is you.” He nipped her neck making her groan. “We need to have a serious talk about your limits.”
“Does it have to be now?”
“Yes. Before things go any further.” He ran his finger across her breasts. “Do you need me to stop touching you?”
“Yes. No! I don’t know. I can’t get my brain to think.” She really didn’t want her brain to start thinking.
He suddenly picked her up and carried her to the sofa. “I think it would be better if we talked down here. No touching though.”
Travis settled her down on the sofa then sat on the coffee table facing her. “Right. You’ll need to read over a contract for the club. That’s non-negotiable for everyone. But we can meet Jace and Rory there early to sign you both up.”
“I might have to stick by Rory for a while,” she said with a small frown. “She could get triggered being there.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll all be sticking close to her while she’s there. But you still need to sign a contract and tell me your limits. Is there anything you hate?”
“Humiliation,” she told him immediately.
He nodded. “I won’t use humiliation or embarrassment. What else? Are you all right with all sorts of bondage? Being gagged? Blindfolded?”
She thought about that. She usually liked all of those things. But . . .
“I can be gagged or blindfolded but not both.”
He nodded without a word of protest and relief filled her. Not all Doms were this understanding of her limits.
