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Well, that was hardly some great insight on his part. Herdamn it, I’m attracted to youcomment made it pretty plain.
“You’ll presume to do absolutely nothing without my consent.” She notched her chin up in challenge.
“Of course not,” he agreed.
She relaxed a little.
“Our letter is ’N’ not ‘R’,” he teased, trying to get them back on their previous conversational footing.
“R? Wait, let me guess. Rape fantasy?”
“Yes.” He tapped the papers.
“Well, ’n’ could be for non-consent.”
“You mean CNC?” Consensual non-consent was a more modern, and more current term than ‘rape fantasy,’ but the overseers were from an older generation of kinksters.
“You don’t read much dark erotica do you?” She made an exaggerated sad face.
“No.” He didn’t bother to hide his grin. “I can’t say I do.”
“Well then, you’re really missing out. Maybe I’ll let you join my book club.”
“You have a book club that reads non-consent dark erotica?”
“No, but I’m going to start one just so you can join,” she assured him with mock solemnity.
Daniel let his head fall back and laughed. Damn, this was fun. Fun in a totally different way than the ‘fun’ he was used to having at Las Palmas. Fun wasn’t something that had ever played a big part in his life.
When he finished laughing and glanced at her, the small smile she was struggling to hide was enchanting. Nearly as enchanting as the soft, bronzed mounds of her breasts plumped and lifted by her corset.
It had taken a fair amount of self control to stop himself from spinning her around and burying his face in her cleavage after he’d finished adjusting her corset.
Needing something to do other than look at her pretty tits, Daniel picked up her checklist. It was already flipped to the page that had the items for the letter N on it.
The list of items for N was distressingly small and rather vanilla compared to some of what the other letters were going to deal with.
“We’ll start with reviewing our checklist items, then we’ll discuss,” he declared.
“You already told me—it’s nipple play, right?”
“Actually the phrase ‘nipple play’ isn’t on here. We’ll make that the implied fifth item. The first is actually ‘name change’.”
Autumn paused, the glass halfway to her mouth. “What?”
“That’s actually what you put on the list.” He tapped the page, where a bold hand had writtenwhat?next to “name change.”
“You wrote ‘what’ with a question mark and then didn’t actually check a box. The overseers said that for any unchecked or ‘no comment’ items, we could assume those were ‘willing to try’ or default to our own list.”
For each item on the checklist there were four possible responses—“yes”, “no”, and “willing to try” were available options for each item on the list. The fourth response was to not answer, as she’d essentially done with name change.
“That’s an…odd one.” She rolled her wine glass against her lower lip. “I guess you could call me ‘Fall’ or something.”
“You think you would get to choose the name change?” He sank a little steel into the words.
She stiffened, as he’d expected. He’d never had a sub be simultaneously easygoing and defensive. An odd, but compelling, combination for a submissive.
Though he was hardly a typical member of Las Palmas.
