“Define kinky sex.”
“Rough. Hard. Fast. Choking. Slapping. That sort of thing.”
His mouth thinned, just a little. Was that the wrong answer?
“This is going to be different.”
“So no sex?” I said, jokingly, but?—
His eyes met mine. “Some dominants can separate play from sex. I can’t. When you’re in my rope or over my lap, I’m going to want you.”
A shiver rushed through me. The way he talked about sex,lust, so openly…it was a turn on.
“Going to? Future tense?” I tilted my head and parroted his own words back at him. “Be honest about what you want, Sir. Those are the rules.”
His eyebrows lifted in brief surprise; the lion wasn’t used to being challenged. But he took my note and corrected himself. “I want you.”Want.Present tense. His gaze hit me like an arrow, pulling straight to my core. “But I won’t act on it. Not unless you want me to.”
“And…if I do want you to?”
Was I coming on strong? Maybe. But the truth was, I was socuriousabout this man. I wanted to know if he was going to flinch at my invitation or lean in.
He did neither. I could see the gears of his mind working. Considering my offer. The air between us was suddenly so tense, I could barely breathe.
To distract myself, I found myself absently twisting one of the stones between my fingers. I rubbed it against my bottom lip, enjoying the way the cool stone felt.
When I glanced up, Phantom narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you going to play that?”
I grinned. I turned over the emerald stone in my palm. “It’s my lucky stone.”
I finished my turn, then Phantom picked up his stones and dropped them into their cups. I liked watching the small stonespop out from underneath his thumb. “Let’s go over some of the basics first. Are you comfortable with nudity?”
“Yes.”
“Then take off your dress. Leave your bra and panties on.”
“Now?” His gaze lifted from under his eyebrows. I cleared my throat. “I mean…yes, Sir.”
I stood. I pulled my dress up and over my head. I felt his gaze like fingertips, feather-light across my bare form. I folded up my dress and he held out his hand for it. I handed it over and then settled back onto the bench, covered only by my dark bra and panties now. He set the dress in his bag. The cool air kissed my bare skin. I was never shy about my form, but the look in his eyes as they admired my body brought a strange heat to my cheeks.
“I’m a dominant,” he said. “That means, for the next couple of hours, you don’t have to think. You don’t have to make decisions. I’ll do all of that for you. If at any point you want it to stop, just saystopormercy, and we’ll move into aftercare.”
“Aftercare?”
“Resting. Relaxing together. Giving the body and the mind time to recuperate.”
“Mandatory cuddle hour?”
He looked amused by that. “Yes. Mandatory cuddle hour.”
“I can get behind that.”
“I have a few hard limits. I don’t do brats. Being playful is fine, but I don’t enjoy someone intentionally trying to get under my skin. Likewise, I won’t degrade you. Does that make sense?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t dono means yes. We’ll have safe words. But if you say stop, I’m going to stop. Physically, I don’t enjoy choking. I may hold you, though. Can I demonstrate?”
“Please.”
