“Yes,” I reply. This is important to her and I want to get it right.
“My mouth and tongue on every inch of you?”
Oh god, I feel myself heating up. I want this so badly. “Yes,” I nod eagerly.
“My tongue on your anus?”
Not what I was expecting and not something I have ever experienced but certainly I’d let her lick me anywhere. “Yes,” I say confidently.
“My fingers in your anus? I would use lube and only go at a level you were comfortable with.”
“Yes,” I find myself saying, surprising myself a little. The thought of it makes my clit throb between my legs.
“A strap on dildo. It is a silicon dildo that goes in a leather harness around my hips. I would fuck you with it vaginally and perhaps anally if you enjoy my fingers in your ass.”
I’m vaguely aware of what a strap on is, but I appreciate the explanation. “Yes to vaginal. Maybe to anal?” I say unsure of my answer.
“OK, noted,” she says. She takes a breath. I look at her hands. They are so big and strong. Her fingers look capable of anything. I imagine them inside me and it feels good to imagine.
“Rope. For bondage. I would tie you with it. Bind your wrists and ankles so you can’t move.”
Again, this is something I have never done, never considered. I take a minute to consider it. I don’t really want to say no to anything given that I don’t really know what I am saying no to. My curiosity gets the better of me.
“Yes,” I say. “I don’t know how I would feel, but I would like to try if it is something you like to do.”
“OK, so I don’t know if you have heard of Safe Words. A Safe Word is something you can say to stop me at any time. I usually go with Red. If you said Red, I would just stop whatever is happening and take care of you. If you said green, that would mean you like it and you want more. If you said Amber, that would mean you don’t want to stop completely but more like a pause for discussion- there is something you want to change/say. Does that make sense?”
Again, this is not something I have heard of, but it makes a lot of sense. “Yes. I can do that. That would work for me.”
“OK, she smiles. I think that might cover us for tonight.”
I smile at her. “I’m really very turned on,” I say.
“I know.” She smiles back at me the laziest sexiest smile I have ever seen. “Bedroom. Lie on the bed, leave the robe on.” It is a command and oh god, I want to obey.
"Yes."
"I'll be in after you."
"All right."
I stand. I walk to the bedroom. I do not look back at her. I close the door behind me three quarters of the way, the way she leaves it.
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I lie on the bed.
I lie on top of the quilt. I leave the robe on. I lie in the middle of the bed with my head on the pillow and my hair loose and my hand flat on my stomach over the robe, and I listen to the cabin.
My whole body is one long wire of waiting.
I have been waited on in bedrooms before. I have been waited on by a husband and I have been waited on by staff. I have never waited for a person this way. I do not know if this is how other women feel before they are taken to bed by somebodywho wants them so badly. I have no reference. I have my husband, who never wanted me this way, and I have men who looked at me at parties, who wanted an idea of me. Max wants me. She wants the specific me in this specific bed tonight, and her wanting is not a flattery and not a performance, it is a thing she has been holding inside and now she is letting it out.
I feel my heart in my ribs. I feel my breath come short. I feel the soft of the robe on my skin. My nipples are up under it. Between my legs I am already wet from the conversation at the stove, from the wordyesin my own mouth so many times, from the way she saidbedroomand did not move toward me yet.
I hear her in the kitchen.
I hear her cross to the bathroom. The bathroom door. A drawer. Water at the sink. The drawer again.
