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“You . . . I . . . I’m not sure whether you want me to apologize or tell you that you’re welcome.” Was it a compliment or a complaint?

“Truth is, neither am I. Things seem to have quieted in your head. Let’s have our chat.”

She began to stand, and he squeezed one of her hands. “Did I say you could move?”

She froze. Crap. “No, Sir.”

“Then why are you moving?”

Drat. Shit. “Sorry, Sir.” She moved back into position. “I think I should confess that I was never good at Simon Says.”

“What?”

“You know that game where you have to do what Simon says but if you move when they don’t say Simon says, you’re out.”

He blinked for a moment then shook his head. “Yeah, I know the rules of Simon Says. There are a few differences between what we’re doing and the rules of Simon Says. I’m not trying to trick you into doing the wrong thing, all right? I don’t want you to mess up so you’re out of the game. That’s not what’s happening here. You make a mistake; we talk about it. Fix it so you don’t make mistakes like that again. You mess up big, and by big, I mean you lie to me, you disobey my health and safety rules, well, we’ll talk about it, then I’ll punish you. Like I said, I don’t expect perfection. You make a mistake like moving when I didn’t give you permission, I correct you. You keep making the same mistake then I might think you need something to help you remember. Like a hot ass. Or clamps on your nipples. Or a plug up your bottom.”

Okay, was there something wrong with her that her heart raced at those words.

“Good. So whenever we have a talk, whether it be before or after a scene, this is the position you’re going to be in, understand?”

“Y

es, Sir.”

“After dinner is cleared each night and my brothers have gone back to that cesspool they live in, you’re going to come in here to my office. You’ll strip and leave your clothes at the door. Then you will come to me. If I’m sitting, you kneel beside my chair. If I’m standing, you kneel at my feet. At those times, your hands are clasped behind your back, your head down, knees apart. Understand?”

Her heart raced at the idea of kneeling naked and waiting for him to acknowledge her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You do not speak or move from that position until I give my permission. The only exception to this is using your safeword. I would expect you to use it if you were in any pain. When you’re kneeling like that, it’s quiet time, understand? If you need my help reaching that silence in your head, you may get my attention by resting your head against my leg.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Any questions so far?”

“So we’re going to do all our play in here, Sir?”

“For the time being.”

That seemed odd to her. Did that mean they wouldn’t even sleep together?

“Next question, I can see it there. And this is the best time for it. Get everything out on the table so there are no misunderstandings.”

Damn, maybe he could read what was going on inside her head?

“This will . . . I mean . . . will we sleep together?” she blurted out.

“Well, we need to discuss that. Do you want to include sex? Full penetration? Anal sex? Oral sex?”

Her mouth dropped open. Closed. Opened again.

He grinned and her heart stopped. Jesus, when he smiled, he had the power to turn her inside out.

“I can see I’ve rendered you speechless. Let me see if I can help. I want it all. I want to be able to lick your clit, explores your plump, sweet pussy, to make you scream as you come on my tongue. I want to train that ass to take me, to stretch it with plugs then fuck it. I want your mouth on my cock, taking me deep, swallowing down every drop I give you. And I want to take that pussy with my dick. Do you want any or all of that?”

She just nodded.

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