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“Not in the slightest.” He moved closer and curled his hands over my shoulders. The heat from his palms seeped through the layers of my clothes and into my skin. His grip was tight but not ruthless. He traced his fingertips along the hollow beneath my ears, taking my breath away and accelerating my heart rate.
“When, ah, when do we have to start going to parties?”
“This Wednesday. I have a party in, believe it or not, Pennsylvania.”
“What’s the dress code?”
“Black tie.”
“Oh,” I said, unable to hide my disappointment.
“The following Saturday, we’re going to a different kind of party. Think corsets, thigh-high boots, crotchless panties, and latex.”
My eyes widened. “I don’t think my wardrobe holds anything that, um, classy.”
He rested his fingertips against my pulse points. “I can take care of that. There’s a place I know that specializes in kinky underwear.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against my cheek. “Baby, it’s cold outside.”
“Did you quote a song lyric to me?”
“And what if I did?” He took my hand and led me towards the trailer. “Let’s go inside. We need to go over a few things.”
“What sort of things?”
“Things we should’ve talked about last night.”
Once inside, I boiled the kettle to make more disgusting coffee. After I’d poured us both a cup, we sat at the kitchen table.
“Do you have any medical problems I should know about? What about diseases? Are you possibly pregnant? On the pill?”
My jaw dropped open. “Talk about going in for the kill. No, no, no, and yes.” I pushed up from the table. “The emergency I talked about saving the whiskey for is here.” I went into the bedroom and rummaged around the back of the wardrobe and found an almost full bottle of Tennessee whiskey. Holding it like a trophy, I went back into the kitchen. “Ta-da. Would you like a splash?”
James pushed his cup forward. “It might help this muck taste better.”
I poured generous helpings into both our coffees. After I took a fortifying sip, I nodded. “What else?”
“Do you have any phobias? Like claustrophobia anything like that?”
“Needles. Don’t come near me with anything pointy. I think it’s called trypanophobia. I either faint, vomit, or meltdown. I’ve been known to curl into the fetal position.”
“Noted. Have you ever been tied up before? Or restrained by anyone?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Anything else I need to know?”
“I don’t think I’d like getting flogged or whipped. Ouch.”
“You liked me spanking you last night.”
I gazed at everything else in the trailer but at him. “More than I expected.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“What has me ever being in love got to do with the next few weeks?”
“Let me rephrase that. When was the last time you made love with someone?”
I shifted uncomfortably. “I plead the fifth. Let’s say that there are cobwebs down there.”
He laughed, the sound throaty and sensuous. “Not from what I witnessed last night. Do you have any triggers you’re aware of?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to answer any more questions. It was his turn. “When was the last time you made love?”
He shrugged. “I’ve never made love. The last time I had sex was a few weeks ago.”
For a brief moment, jealousy ate me up. “With who?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Kinda does, but I can tell you’re not going to answer me.”
“Would you like me to talk to anyone about what goes on with us?”
“I guess not. Why do you want to know all this anyway?” I asked, not hiding my impatience.
“So I have an idea about your history and what to avoid.”
“Makes sense. But you’ll stop when I ask you to, right?”
“All you have to do is say the word.”
A delicious tremor ran from my head to my toes. “What do I say if I want to start playing? Something like, can we play?”
“Exactly what you said.” His voice had dropped several octaves.
I giggled and batted my eyelashes. “Can we play?”
“We can play.” He stood and crossed his arms. “Take your clothes off, pet. It’s time I got to know all of you, intimately.”
Like an obedient little sub, even though I still didn’t think I was one, I pulled off all my clothes without hesitation. Despite the trailer thermostat being set for seventy-one degrees, my nipples puckered as if I was standing knee-deep in the snow.
“Are you ready for what the day will bring?”
“More than ready, sir,”
He ran his fingers down the front of my body and eased his hand between my thighs. His fingers felt huge, and my pussy pulsed with the need for him to fill me up. Liquid heat flooded from me, leaving me soaked and primed. “So wet, pet.”
He dragged me closer and touched his lips to mine. I loved the sensation of his bristly stubble against my skin. It felt rough and sexy.
He traced the tip of his tongue around the outline of my lips. Teasing me. Torturing me. When I thought I would die from wanting, he sucked my lower lip between his, then kissed me like he needed my breath to live.
