? Knife play (safe, consensual) - YES / MAYBE / NO
? Cum play - YES / MAYBE / NO
? Breeding kink/talk - YES / MAYBE / NO
? Lactation play - YES / MAYBE / NO
? Electrostimulation - YES / MAYBE / NO
Other kink of interest:
SECTION M: ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS
Please describe any fantasies, scenarios, or activities not covered above that you’re interested in exploring:
Are there any activities that are absolute hard limits that weren’t listed?
P.S. from Ronan: If you made it all the way through this goddamn encyclopedia, you deserve a medal and at least five of the seven orgasms of the week immediately.
P.P.S. - Welcome to Boston, Ari. I can’t fucking wait to see you.
19
WAITING IS THE HARDEST PART
RONAN
“Ronan,” Mac snapped for the seventh time in as many minutes. “You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet.”
I continued pacing in front of the broad windows looking out onto the private runway at Logan Airport. “How long does it take to park a jet? They landed fifteen minutes ago, and they’ve been crawling down the runway like a goddamn snail.”
Mac didn’t reply, just went back to his book, a well-thumbed copy of The Sun Also Rises, while muttering something to himself that sounded like “Never thought I’d see the day.”
I didn’t need clarification. He could have meant “the day Ronan Black picked a girl up at the airport,” “the day Ronan Black checked his phone at least ten times daily for new texts from said girl”, or just “the day Ronan Black sweated over a woman period.”
Any statement would have been valid.
But honestly. The plane was late, and now it was taking forever to taxi. I did late all the time, but I didn’t like it when Laney Fisher was late. Especially since I hadn’t seen her in twoweeks, and it had been everything I could do not force her across the country with me when we’d first decided that we were going to stay married in the first place.
Or was it Laney Black now?
Black-Fisher? Fisher-Black?
How about just my wife?
“Shut it, Mac.” I started my twentieth lap around the waiting room.
Mac peered over the cover. “I’m just saying. Typically, you send a car. You never pick anyone up. Or wear a hole in the carpet waiting. We’re not going to talk about it?”
“Talk about what? It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to let her find her own way to a home she’s never seen.”
“Appropriate. Right.” He looked out the window to where the jet was finally coming to a complete stop. “We still pretending it’s not because you care about the girl?”
I scowled. “It’s an arrangement. You know that.”
The lie tasted metallic, like swallowing a knife.
Therein, of course, lay the problem of my situation. Different stories for different people. To Liza, Liam, and Mac, I was maintaining a marriage in order to curry the board’s favor and win the seat at the company helm. After the debacle with Brendan, the board hadn’t been in such a hurry to appoint an interim CEO last week. Instead, they had split the duties among several executive officers (including myself) until they were sure one of us (me) was an appropriate fit.
