Page 85 of Wrangled

“Of course.”

“That club you half own in San Francisco…the one for guys… Want to tell me what kind of club it is?”

I smiled. “I think you know.”

“I see. How long have you been a Dom?” He cocked his head. “Youarea Dom, right?”

“What gave it away?” I quipped. “And I suppose about eight years, ever since I got invited to a sex party and had my eyes opened.”

That night had been like coming home.

Robert clasped his hands. “Maybe this is where I tell you what I’m into.”

I’d been thinking about this all morning. “I’d like to approach this from a different angle.”

He blinked. “Color me intrigued.”

I leaned forward. “How about I tellyouwhat I’d like to do to you?”

He flushed, his neck a lovely shade of pink. “Oh.”

“This is not me giving instructions, by the way,” I assured him. “I’d just like to put a few things out there to give you the opportunity to tell me if you want that too.” I smiled. “Think of it as a Venn diagram. You’ve seen those, right? We’re just going to see where our… interests intersect.”

Maybe five seconds passed by before he replied. “Okay.”

“First of all… Any injuries I need to know about? Medical needs? Any heart issues? Are you diabetic?”

He frowned. “No, but why do you ask?”

“Because if you’re in a scene too long and your sugar drops, I need to be aware of that. I use creams to soothe welt marks or rope burns—ever had a reaction to one of those?”

“No, never. Can we get to the part where you tell me what you wanna do to me, please? Gotta say, I’m dying here.”

I decided to put him out of his misery. “Top of the list would be Shibari.” I grinned. “Rope bondage is my thing.”

His flush deepened. “I can live with that.”

“Did Kevin ever do a Shibari session with you?”

He chuckled. “If you mean all the pretty knots? No—wait a sec, that’s not quite true. We tried it a couple of times, but to be honest, he was more into hog-tying me. And then when I was trussed up like a turkey, what followed was an epic fuck.”

I couldn’t wait to see him helpless, those intricate knots against his skin…

“And then there are toys.”

“Specifically?” he inquired.

I shrugged. “Butt plugs, prostate massager... Nothing too elaborate—although the prostate massager needs to have a remote.”

“Oh God.” Robert swallowed.

“Not played with one of those before?”

“No, Sir.”

I flashed him a grin. “But do you like the idea?”

“I’m not sure I want to answer that,” Robert replied with a shiver. “Anything else?”

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