“Did that please you?” I asked.
She nodded. “Mm… yes.”
She tossed her bra, unveiling two very perky and round breasts with what I’d describe as goldilocks nipples—neither too large nor too small. They were perfect. I forgot rule number one: look but don’t touch. I dove in to suck on her right nipple and she smacked me playfully.
“Bad boy! I said you don’t get to touch me.”
“Slap me harder,” I said.
She stared at me, frightened. Then, she did. Not hard but hard-erand probably as hard as a woman ever had. I had hit the motherlode. This was the woman I’d been waiting for.
36
RULES
ELOISE
After a wild bout of whatever that was—sex but not intercourse, fucking around, foreplay—Duncan and I sat down to the beautiful meal I’d made. Duncan opened the first of two champagne bottles and we chatted about mundane things.
“Is this normal?” I asked, confused.
“What? Duck?” Duncan asked in response.
“No. Just sitting here after having done what we did? Do we just… coexist?”
Duncan leaned, putting his silverware down. He crossed his arms and stared in a way that made me amorous. He could be downright sexy. I am sure he knew this, so I gave him nothing but resting bitch face back.
“So, whatever we do,” Duncan said. “It’s up to you to. Because I’m a lot bigger than you and, regardless of all I delegate, it is still a massive power imbalance. However, I love the idea that I give you all the control. You invoked a safe word, which… that’s good. Have you done this before?”
I shook my head. “I don’t even know what this is?”
“You being a handler.” He chuckled. “In more way than one, Ella, that is what you are. It’s BDSM, if we’re not going to beat around the bush. I like to be subordinated—something you have just discovered—and I know it makes many women uneasy. You don’t?—”
I cut him off. “I don’t mind it.”
I wasn’t about to say Ilikedit yet. I wasn’t sure I was ready to do that. It still seemed so overwhelming.
I asked, “This is what gets you off?”
“It can be. Right now, you are everything and then some. But if you don’t like it?—”
“No, no,” I said. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you. I feel bad for biting you—and smacking you.”
He gave the biggest grin. “Oh, darling, you don’t need to apologize. Ilivedfor it.”
I flushed bright red.
“What? Don’t be embarrassed! You are brilliant at it.”
“I just… you’re so… you throw your weight around out here—in the normal world. Duncan, what is that about?”
“I like to lose control. I love it, in fact.” Duncan sighed. “I spend all day being in control or assuming I should learn to be. But now, I get to have you tell me what to do. It’s a high. I cannot explain it.”
“So you’ve done this before?”
“In a rare case when someone let me play, sure. Mostly, it’s been a fantasy. One you have granted me. If you continue to let me worship you properly, I will stay quite loyal.”
Worshipme. I fought a smile. “You are devilish, Duncan.”
