Page 114 of Big Daddy Christmas
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Limits. Right. She knew what limits were, in theory.
But what the hell were her limits? How was she supposed to know if she’d never actually done any of this before?
Honesty, as she’d always been taught, really was the best policy more often than not. What if he wanted to do something truly awful and she agreed to it because she was too inexperienced to know better?
“I’m still rather new to… all of this. I haven’t tried enough things to know what I don’t like.”
“Fair enough.”
The easy response was both a surprise and a relief.
“Let’s try this a different way, then.” With his jacket and tie disposed of, Master O popped the button of his right shirtsleeve, and Aria watched, mesmerized, as he rolled the fabric up to his elbow, revealing a toned, sinewy forearm.
Why the hell was that so hot?
“I’m going to tell you what I’d like to do to you. If you object, tell me, and we can discuss.”
He glanced up at her, clearly expecting an answer. “Yeah. Okay, that sounds good.”
Ugh. So much for sounding mature and sophisticated. She’d pulled it off at the bar, but that persona was slipping with every passing second.
If Master O noticed, however, he didn’t comment. He simply slipped the button of his other sleeve free and repeated the process of rolling it up as he spoke.
“For starters, I am going to strip you naked. Once you are completely nude, I am going to tie you to that bed and I am going to eat your pussy until you come on my face. Sound good so far?”
It sounded fucking fantastic. “Yes.”
“I enjoy forced orgasms, so after you’ve come that first time and you’re all nice and sensitive for me, I’m going to start using toys on you. There are unopened ones in the armoires for sale, and I’ll be sure to reimburse the owners later.”
Oh, god. He was talking about her dad. He was going to buy sex toys from her father to use on her.
So wrong. But she couldn’t bring herself to care enough to tell him no.
Praying her face wasn’t as bright-red as it felt, she nodded. “All right.”
“How do you feel about nipple clamps?”
“I’ve never tried them.”
What could only be described as delight lit his features. “I’d like to try tonight, if you’re amenable. That will hurt though, so if you’re not into pain, tell me now.”
“I’m into the idea of pain.”
Tilting his head to the side, he studied her. “Exactly how new to ‘all of this’ are you?”
“I guess you could say I’m a bit of a kink virgin.” Technically she was an everything virgin, but he didn't need to know that.
He stood still, watching her for so long she had to fight the urge to squirm under his gaze. And then, finally, “All right. The clamps, a little bondage, and some forced orgasms. After which I’m going to fuck you until I get to feel you come on my cock. Is there any part of the scene I’ve just laid out that you find objectionable?”
“Ah… no. No, I’m good.”
“Do you have any questions for me?”
When are you going to get started? “Do I have to call you Master?”
Lips twitching, he shook his head. “Sir will do. Or Daddy, if that’s what you prefer.”
Daddy. The word sat heavy in her chest, and she rolled it around in her mind for a moment. She hadn’t called anyone ‘Daddy’ since she’d hit puberty and decided she was far too grown-up to refer to her own father that way.
