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Imagine that.
“The last time you were here, you indicated that you are no stranger to sucking cock.” He let his fingers move over the delicate curve of her ear, enjoying the way she shuddered. “But as I told you, that is a privilege. A little bit of kneeling, however pretty, would never be enough to earn it.”
He watched as the pulse in her neck went wild. And he wasn’t sure she knew, yet, the way her body betrayed her. The way her eyes dilated. The way she swallowed, hard, then moistened her lips.
His cock was becoming a problem.
“Then, of course, there’s spanking,” he said sedately, as if he wasn’t considering throwing her over the back of the chair and finding some relief. “Which obviously fascinates you.”
“I wouldn’t... I wouldn’t say that I’mfascinated—”
But that breathy voice told him otherwise.
“Were you ever spanked as a child?”
She actually wriggled, there between his outstretched legs. “Of course not.”
“Well, Rory, that explains a great deal about you. And I can certainly see that there would be instant benefits to reddening that ass of yours.” He made a show of considering it. “How do you feel about breath play?”
“Is that...?”
He slid his hand to her throat and cupped her neck, gently. Very, very gently. And then, holding her gaze with his, he tightened his grip. Infinitesimally.
She let out a soft little sound, and he could see the shudder that worked its way over her, then. Her nipples punched out, tight and hard, into the fabric of the tank top she wore. Even her goose bumps seemed to have goose bumps. And better still, he could actually smell her arousal.
God, she was perfect.
“I can see that you like it very much.” He moved his hand away from her neck, biting back a smile as she made another sound, this one a kind of grief.
“There are so many ways to fuck,” he mused. “And so many practical things to consider. Those pesky details again.”
“You love those,” she said, and he imagined she meant to sound her usual confronting self. But she couldn’t manage to get her voice above a whisper.
“You should know, of course, that if I choose to fuck you, I’ll want to fuck that ass of yours just as much as I’ll want to fuck your mouth,” he said. Conversationally. “Maybe I’ll fuck you in both of those places instead of in your pussy, and before you ask, the answer is because I might feel like it.”
She shook at that, a flush working its way down her neck, while her gaze stayed glued to his.
“And because it will make you want it more,” he told her. “And because I’m going to like seeing you desperate. Because sometimes, not giving you what you want will give you exactly what you want, in the end.” His mouth curved. “Or exactly what I want. If we’re doing this right, that should be the same thing.”
“Are you going to doallthose things?” she asked, breathlessly. “Tonight?”
“Let’s concentrate on protocol.” Conrad made his expression cooler. Harder. “I have been allowing you to question me while you got comfortable, but you look perfectly comfortable to me. Now I don’t want you to use your voice unless I ask you to. Do you understand?”
Rory balked a bit at that, as he’d expected she would. He could see that this was another shift, like that beautiful struggle she’d had to come to him in the first place, down on her knees.
“I understand what you’re saying, if that’s what you mean. The actual words, but...”
“The only time you can violate that rule—speaking only when I ask you to—is if you feel that something is happening that requires a safeword. You mentioned safewords earlier. Do you know what they are?”
Her breath sounded like a pant. “Am I allowed to answer that?”
“No need,” Conrad said calmly. “I may ask you to tell me your safeword, and if I do, you can respond in one of three ways. Red, yellow, or green. Just like a stoplight. Green means everything is fine. Yellow means you’d like to pause, because perhaps you’re overwhelmed, or confused, or think you need to catch your breath. Red, obviously, is stop. Yellow and red are the only two words you’re welcome to use at any time, whether I ask you to speak or not. Do you understand all of that?”
“I mean... I guess I understand the stoplight but why I have to—”
He brushed his fingers over her mouth, quieting her. And finding her lips as soft and lush as he’d thought he would, which didn’t exactly help the wild greed in him.
“No editorializing,” he said, making his voice a little more stern and watching her stiffen in instant response. She really was a natural. “You will answer yes or no, unless I ask you specifically for your thoughts or feelings. It won’t be confusing. I’ll tell you exactly what I want. Do you understand?”
