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“Hell, yes.” He winked at her, digging his thumbs into her aching arch. “How’s this feel?”
“Amazing,” she sighed. She sipped her wine while he worked, fighting the desire to just close her eyes and drift off. “Tell me about your day.”
He smiled at her knowingly, his fingers continuing to wield their magic. “You can go to sleep if you want.”
“I don’t want to go to sleep. I feel like we haven’t talked in a couple of days. And we haven’t had sex since I got sick.” She tried another pout. “I miss your dick.”
He snorted out a laugh. “I miss your pussy. But you’re tired, and we have all weekend to get back on track.”
“Really? No projects this weekend?”
He shook his head. “I cleared the decks. How about you? Anything on your plate that needs handling?”
“Nope.” She wiggled with glee. “We can stay naked all weekend.”
“Funny you should mention that.”
She hummed absently as she sipped her wine, then realized he was looking at her with an intensity that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “What?”
“Remember what we’ve been talking about?” He set her right foot down and picked up her left.
“The humiliation play,” she remembered with a little jolt.
“I have a plan,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.
She laughed, but there was a little ball of apprehension in her belly. “Weren’t you going to talk to Jack?”
“Did that,” he told her. “When they were here playing pool.”
“Oh.”
He chuckled, reading her easily. “You forgot about it, didn’t you?”
“I guess I did,” she admitted. “I mean, we talked a lot about it, but then I got sick and I’ve been playing catch-up at work, so it slipped my mind.”
“Are you still interested?”
“I think so.” She frowned, trying to recall the details of the scene they’d done right after New Year’s. She remembered it being hot, and she remembered being forced into multiple orgasms, and she remembered feeling embarrassed that he had watched it all, detached and from afar. “Do I get to hear it?”
He considered that for a moment, his hands continuing to rub. “The general plan,” he finally decided. “No details.”
She wasn’t surprised. He wouldn’t spring something wholly unexpected on her, but he did like to keep a trick or two up his sleeve. “Okay.”
“Essentially, I’ve planned out a few scenes to see how we like the various levels of erotic humiliation.”
“Levels?”
“I’m sure there’s more nuance to this than I’m aware of, but to start we’re talking about humiliation, degradation, dehumanization and objectification.”
She raised a hand. “Whichever one of those covers the human ashtray and toilet scenarios, I veto.”
“I remember.” He gave her foot a reassuring pat. “They—and related activities—are off the table. In fact, we’ll probably leave degradation out altogether. It feels…”
“Like too much,” she finished, and he nodded.
“Especially since we’re new at this. I want to start slow.”
She let out a slow breath. “Okay, good. So, what’s first on the agenda?”
