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I think about it for a moment, and a memory surfaces. “No degradation.”
Rogue’s face turns to stone. “Never, and I want the name of any other fucker that thought he could do that to you and get away with it.”
My head whips back and forth. “Only happened once. Thought I’d be okay with it, but I wasn’t. I guess I’m the only one who’s allowed to be hard on myself.”
“That’s fifteen.”
“Fifteen what?”
“Before I answer your question, do you have any more?” When I stare at him with confusion, he clarifies. “Hard limits. Anything else completely off the table?”
“No blood, no needles, no fire, and definitely no sharing or voyeurism.” I pause and take a deep breath. “Can we see how it goes, and if anything bothers me, I can tell you?”
Rogue nods. “Absolutely. Communication is key. If I do something you’re not sure about, say yellow, and we can discuss it. If you absolutely hate it, say red, and we stop. You’re in charge.”
“Okay.”
Rogue’s Clark Kent persona disappears in a flash, and standing before me is a different man. “Take off your clothes,” he orders, his voice deep and his eyes dark with lust.
I start carefully stripping off my shirt and my ripped jeans while Rogue sits on the edge of my bed and removes his boots. Once I’m in nothing more than my lacy bra and matching thong, I cover myself with my hands in an effort to hide any imperfections from his view.
“Stop,” he growls, tugging my hands away from my body. “You never hide from me, got it?” I nod. “Now, take off your bra and panties.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rogue’s breath hitches. “Good girl.”
My insides tingle at the praise. It’s been too long since I’ve felt good about myself, but when he looks at me like he is now, I do. I slide my panties down my legs, stepping out of them. Then I unhook my bra and let the straps fall down my arms before I toss it to the floor. Goosebumps break out all over my body… not from a chill but from the intense way Rogue’s gaze dances across my body. He stands and crooks his finger, beckoning me, and I silently obey.
“Unbuckle my belt and lay it on the bed.”
With shaky fingers, I do as instructed and carefully slide it out of the loops of his jeans before gently laying it down. I eye it cautiously, but Rogue grips my chin softly and drags my attention back to him.
“Remember, you’re in charge. You say ‘red’, and we stop. Now, unbutton my jeans and slide my pants off.”
Following his command, I flick the button, unzip his pants, and tug them down slowly. While I’m occupied with his lower half, he whips off his shirt. The dreams I’ve had about Rogue didn’t do him justice. In his tight black boxer briefs, he could be a replica of a Greek God. His six-pack is well-defined, and the infamous V that some men have, the one that leads to the happy zone, is calling to me like a beacon.
Rogue smirks. “Like what you see?”
“Yes, sir.”
Rogue sits back down on the bed. “Lay on your stomach across my lap.”
“Why?”
Rogue’s brow raises. “Now, Skye.”
I scoot over to him quickly and throw myself over his thighs.
“Wrap your arms around my legs, and do not move them, or I start over.”
“What are you gonna do?” My voice is filled with uncertainty.
“Ssshh,” he whispers, and his breath caresses my back. “I’ve been keeping track in my head. And since you weren’t aware of the punishment, I’ll go easy on you… for now.”
“Punishment?”
“I owe you fifteen spankings.”
