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“Here, with me, you call things whatever you need to. Don’t stress about the terms except for one: you need to pick a safe word. I didn’t put it on this checklist because it has to be something you think about, that you’ll remember even under extreme circumstances that you’d never naturally say during sex,” he explained. “If you do say it, we stop completely. It’s never something you need to feel bad about using or ashamed of using. Tell me you understand that.”
“I do. I understand, Sir.” My heart hammered in my chest. “What happens if I break a rule or I don’t listen well? You mentioned punishments?”
He sat back with an expression that screamed he’d been waiting for this question. “I’ll never punish you without your consent. I know, it sounds like it takes the punishment out of it, but what’s the point of punishing you if you don’t think you deserve it? Then I’m just an asshole with a boner. We’ll be toeing a thin line for a while, I think. Like I said, I want you. The sass, the defiance, the brattiness. It drives me crazy. But there needs to be a line. We can work out how we draw that line, something that works for us. Maybe a hand signal or a word or an action that will tell you I’ve had enough of you being a brat and I need you to obey now, and if you don’t, then yes. I’d very much like the chance to punish you for that. Spanking, edging, orgasm denial. Forced orgasms ... I can go a lot of different ways depending on what you do and what mood we’re in. I’ll always want a conversation first, though. If you’re just having a bad day and can’t do what I need from you, I won’t punish you for that. I won’t punish you for being human. If you continue being a brat simply because you’re in the mood to push me, then I’ll want to punish you. And if you push me with the intention of getting punished, well ... I suppose we’ll play that by ear.”
The spark in his eyes had me squirming in my seat. I wanted him to punish me in every way possible and I wanted to push him to the point that he felt a punishment was needed. I needed to see that fire behind those gorgeous blue eyes when he put me in my place. I needed it soon. “Yes, Sir. What about snapping? I don’t know why but it’s what came to mind and ... I don’t think I’d mind being snapped at.” My inner brat might, but I wanted to push her just as much as I wanted to push him.
He tilted his head, then nodded once as he made some notes at the bottom of the list. “Works for me. Now, we need to talk about the mistakes we’ve already made. Condoms. We didn’t use one, and I’d prefer not to use them in the future either but we both need to get an STI panel done. I haven’t been with anyone but you since the last time I was tested for club purposes, but it’s still better to make sure. Do you have an objection to that?”
“Not at all. I had my yearly pap earlier this year and was clean, but I’ll still absolutely take another for you. I meant to ask you if you had a condom but ... I kind of stopped thinking with the upstairs brain when I saw you laying there.”
“And I thought I was the dick-for-brains around here,” he quipped. “But good, we’ll go soon. In the meantime, the damage has probably already been done as far as the STIs go, but condoms also have another function.”
I couldn’t believe I had actually forgotten about that. “Shit, yeah they do. Um, I’m actually on birth control for my periods. I have an alarm on my phone with a reminder every day to take it. Does that work with you or should this conversation be very different than I was imagining?”
“I’m not ready for a child, if that’s what you mean. I’ve watched my brother play fast and loose with the laws of human biology enough that it’s made me a little gun-shy in that area, but if you’re good with not using condoms and trusting your birth control, then so am I.” He pushed his chair back and held out an arm. “Come here.”
I was in his arms before I could even take a breath, and when I inhaled his scent I felt my body relax. “You’re too good to be true,” I mumbled into his neck. “Tell me all this is real.”
“Feels real,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Are you okay? I know this was a lot of information in a very short time. We can take things as slow as you need.”
I nodded, feeling calmer than I ever would have expected. “I’m excited to travel this journey with you, Silver. Especially if you keep communicating like this. Did those laxatives help the constipation?”
He coughed, digging his nails into my ass. “Cute. Very cute. It wasn’t the laxatives I didn’t know existed, though. It was you. I tried harder than I’d care to admit to fight this and keep you at arm’s length, but I can’t anymore. And the more I told you that wasn’t met with judgment or anger, the easier it became. I’m in this, Zeppelin. I won’t always be perfect and there will probably be times you need to smack me in the head and remind me of this conversation, but I’m ... trying. I’m trying.”
I leaned in to kiss his lips, showing him instead of telling him that I could feel he was trying, and I was all in too. “Can I ask about orgasm control? Is that just edging during sex?”
“It can be if that’s all you’re interested in. But no, that’s not all it encompasses. For example—” he slid his fingers around the waistband of my pajama shorts until they were dipping in to tease my clit — “How would you feel if I told you not to come until Ollie relieves you tomorrow morning and we’re alone again? You’d be giving me your next orgasm. It’s mine, to give you or deny you.” He rubbed a little faster, his other arm wrapping around me to hold me where I was. “I tell you not to come, you clench and sit on your hands and think of dead puppies or whatever you need to think about to stop yourself from reaching that edge. I don’t care how badly your body begs for it, your mouth begs for it. If I say, ‘don’t come’ I mean don’t come.”
His sinful words, his sinful fingers, his sinful fucking cock that I knew was one layer of clothes away, all of it had me reaching the edge quicker than it should have. “Yes, Sir... I— fuck,” I whispered, my pussy soaking and throbbing with need against his fingers.
“Good girl. And when I want you to come, you come. When I’ve decided I’m done teasing you and toying with you and making you beg for it. When I think you’ve suffered enough, when I think you’ve earned the right to come for me, I’ll tell you.” His body shifted just enough for him to slide his middle finger inside of me as his thumb pressed just right to make me gasp. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Come for me.”
“Really? Oh thank, fuck! Sir...” It took a second, but I came so hard I felt it soak my panties as my body twitched with one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. It felt like a well-deserved gift after he granted permission, and it was that second I knew this was all going to work out just fucking fine.
My body belonged to him.
