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“Of course.”
“Soft limits,” I continue, noting that the driver is making very wide circles around our block to give us time for this conversation. Boy is he getting the biggest tip I can manage.
“Umm.”
Her eyes begin to shift, but she catches herself.
“Anal play.” Her eyes dart over my shoulder, and I give her the reprieve. “I’ve never done that. I don’t know if I’ll like it.”
Jesus, I could make this woman sing with a single finger in her ass.
“Willing to try?”
“Yes.” Her breathless reply is instant.
“What else?”
“I’m having trouble concentrating.”
“Me too,” I confess. “But this conversation is necessary.”
“I know. Being tied up and left alone. I need to hear or see you.”
“Blindfolds okay?”
“Yes.” Her pulse is pounding in the middle of her throat as she shifts in her seat.
“Spanking?”
Her perfect teeth dig into her lower lip as she nods, and if I wasn’t in love with her already, the rose color flushing her cheeks would’ve done it for me this instant.
“Does just the thought of my hand swatting that perfectly round ass of yours make you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Musts?” Her eyes drop, and I fight the urge to reach out for her. “Tell me what you need.”
“Commands. I don’t do well with anticipating needs. I don’t want to disappoint.”
She could watch me jack off from the other side of the room, and I know it’ll be the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
“What else?”
Her eyes lift to mine once again. “Praise. I need to know if I’m doing something right.”
“What else?”
“Orgasms.”
She smiles when I do. She may regret that after a half dozen in one or so, but I’m willing to test the limit with her.
“Fantasies?”
Her cheeks now look like red apples, and I can tell she wants to break eye contact, but my brave angel holds steady.
“I—umm—” She snaps her jaw closed.
I wait her out. Pressure during this conversation has no place.
“Abduction.”
Before I can stop it, my eyebrow pops up. She looks away, and her eyes not on me isn’t something I can handle. Limits, hard or soft, requirements and fantasies are something couples should be able to talk about without judgment or pressure. She’s taking my reaction the same way, and I can’t stand to see her hide her face in embarrassment.
“Whitney?” I caress the side of her face, hating the threat of tears glistening on her lower lashes. “Look at me, baby.”
There’s hesitation in her movements as she turns her head back in my direction.
“My cock is so hard right now,” I confess. “The thought of shoving a gag in your mouth, tying your hands behind your back, and forcing you out of your apartment nearly has me exploding in my pants.”
She shifts again on her seat.
“Is it a rape fantasy? Do you want me to break in and bend you over the side of your sofa? Do you want me to take you by force? Make you feel guilty for coming on my cock while being violated?”
“I didn’t.” A small smile plays at her lips. “But that offer has its appeal.”
“Planned or by surprise?”
“Either,” she pants. “No, surprise.”
I don’t fight the smile that spreads across my face.
“You’re fucking perfect. You know that, right?”
She leans her face into my palm when I reach up to caress her cheek.
“I’m wet,” she whispers. “So wet.”
“I know, baby, and I love that you can tell me that out loud.” I pull my hand away because the conversation isn’t quite over. “Safeword?”
“Zero-day,” she answers, and I love that she’s using a computer-software vulnerability.
“That’s perfect. Now I need to get you home.”
“Yes,” she pants, and I’m going to absolutely hate walking away from her tonight.
The driver, a man worth his salt in gold, immediately makes the next right, pulling up in front of our building. Whitney seems unsure on her feet as she climbs out of the car, and her stability doesn’t get much better on the walk through the lobby to the elevator.
“Are you slick?” I whisper in her ear as we climb into the elevator with another couple.
She squeaks, her eyes darting around, but she doesn’t answer.
“Are you a brat?” I ask, reading her reaction for what it is.
If she was as wet as she claimed in the car, her thighs would be shiny with her arousal. The only way she wouldn’t be is if she disobeyed my command to leave the panties at home.
She looks up at me, bright eyes blinking as she nods.
A wicked grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. The other couple get off on the fourth floor, leaving us alone for the rest of the ride up. Taking a step away, I rest my hands on the bar at my back while she watches me with wide eyes.
“Do you disobey often?”
She nods again, the flush returning to her cheeks.
“I like that.”
“You do?”
I nod. “Your challenges make me hard.”
