Page 85 of Shifted Desire

“I don’t want you to come until we’re at the club.” I lick her wetness off my fingers.

“Uh, did you forget that I’m the one in charge there?” She straightens out her skirt, her glare making my dick throb.

“Please don’t come until we’re there?” I correct.

She laughs and gestures toward the road. “Fine. Let’s go.”

I pull out onto the street, smiling as she sighs and leans back in her chair.

“So…we should talk details before we get there,” she says after a few minutes have passed.

“Of course. Do you want me to start with my hard limits and then you can tell me yours, and we’ll work back from there?”

“Yeah, okay.”

I thread my fingers through hers. “My only limit is that I don’t want anyone other than you to touch me. Body parts brushing or accidental contact in certain configurations is fine.”

Samantha snorts. “Wow, how very ‘no homo’ of you.”

I huff at her assessment. “I didn’t specify a gender to the limit on touching. And I’ve been with a few men, so it has nothing to do with being afraid of another dick.”

“Uh, excuse me? I thought you were mister super straight alpha man.”

I shrug. “I’m old. I’ve had a lot of time to consider what I’m into. Experiment.”

“Well, hot damn! That’s sexy as hell. You sure you don’t want to get railed while you rail me?”

She’s teasing, but I still take a moment to think about it. I’ve always considered myself romantically monogamous, but I’m not sure about sexually. If we stay together for a while—gods, please let us stay together—and we have group scenes, would I be interested in being more than a cuckold?

My answer surprises me. “Not tonight.”

Samantha grins. “Interesting. I like it.”

“The fact remains that my focus is squarely on you.”

“Aww, so you’d take a dick up the ass for me if I wanted that? That’s so sweet.”

I roll my eyes, but honestly, her assessment is accurate. “There’s not much I wouldn’t do if it gave you pleasure.”

“But there are limits. Tell me the rest.” The shift in her tone, the edge of command, makes me shiver.

“No one else can bite you.”

“You haven’t bitten me.”

“That’s even more reason that no one else better fucking do it,” I growl, my monster rising to the surface.

She chuckles. “Alright. No biting. The rest of the usual hard limits are the same for you?”

I nod. “Yours as well?”

“Yep.” She pops the “p”, and there’s a moment of silence. “My only other limit with this is that you have to promise me, seriously, under no uncertain terms, that you’ll use your safeword and tell me if it’s too much.”

There’s a spike of emotion from her, worry tinged with anticipatory shame.

“I promise.”

“Seriously, Nathan. I don’t care if all my holes are filled and I’m three seconds from coming, you have to tell me.”