Page 45 of Key of Kink

I nodded. “Okay, you get to come before the scene ends.” I couldn’t miss his quiet exhalation. “Safewords?”

“Same as before. Red—or my name—stops everything,” he recited. “Amber slows or adjusts.”

“And non-verbal?”

“If I go quiet in a way that’s not bratty, check me.”

My lips twitched. “I will.”

There was a beat.

“You said you want me to beg.” Quinn’s careful enunciation demanded attention.

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

I didn’t break eye contact. “Until I’m satisfied you understand who is deciding.”

Quinn’s pulse ticked visibly in his throat. “That’s… specific.”

“It’s intentional.”

He considered that. “And if I don’t beg?”

“Then you don’t get to come.” I kept my tone calm.

Quinn flushed. “You’re enjoying this negotiation way too much.”

A thing I had never done before.

I grinned. “I’m allowed to. I’m the one in charge.” I took a step towards him. “If this becomes overwhelming in a way you didn’t anticipate, you speak.”

He straightened. “I will.”

“If you think begging is the same as losing dignity, you reconsider now.”

Quinn shook his head. “It’s not losing dignity,” he said. “It’s giving it.”

“And this is what you want?”

He met my gaze head-on. “Yes. I want something unforgettable.”

I stared at him for a moment.

I’m not sure I want unforgettable.

Unforgettable blurred lines. Unforgettable lingered.

“Aftercare,” Quinn added.

I nodded again. “You’ll need it after this.”

He smiled. “And now I’m not sure whether I should be excited or worried.”

I counted off on my fingers. “Restraints. Edging. Orgasm when I decide. Begging required. No self-touch. Disobedience extends denial.”

“Yes.”