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“Nothing permanent, but you already know I’m into edge play.” He nodded. Juliet still thought about the bloody rose he’d painted on her during their scene together. That had been hot as fuck, and he’d been deft enough with the knife that it hadn’t left a single scar. Which was good since he’d ghosted her —she would have been pissed off all over again every time she looked at it. So definitely nothing permanent. “No watersports or scatological stuff. No age-play. No mummification or being turned into an object. I don’t like high protocol but it’s not a hard limit as long as it’s only for a short period of time. Doing it all the time would be a hard limit.”
“I can work with all of that.” Orlando tilted his head to the side, studying her. “It’s been a while since you’ve scened. Do you want to jump right back in or work up to the harder stuff?”
Juliet hesitated, but probably not for the reason he thought.
It wasn’t that she was worried about working up to the edgier kinks, it was that the edgier kinks required a higher degree of trust. And deeper trust meant deeper intimacy. While she completely trusted Orlando to take care of her physically, she still wasn’t sure she could emotionally.
There was still a part of her that expected him to run after this. Though, at least this time, she would be emotionally prepared if he did. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to go deep into a scene with him, no matter how satisfying it would be, if he was going to ghost her immediately after. Rather than pushing her, he waited patiently with a steady gaze, the way he had before, giving her the time to think about what she really wanted.
“I don’t want to start at the beginning, but I don’t want to jump in at the level of scenes we did for roulette night either,” she said finally. Because it was that deep level of trust and intimacy that she’d had to go to on roulette night that had fucked her over in the end. Made her think there was something there that hadn’t been.
Or maybe it had been and that was what had really scared him off.
Regardless, she didn’t want to jump right back in at that point. Just in case.
Orlando nodded, his gaze unfocusing. Juliet sipped her drink as she waited for him, sure that he was formulating a scene in his head. She liked that he hadn’t taken her answer for granted, and simultaneously hoped he hurried up because she wanted to get started.
She hadn’t realized how starved she felt for kink until she’d walked back into Black Light. She’d cut herself off from kink so completely that returning felt like finding home again. A home she’d thought she’d lost forever.
And now she was back, with the man that had made her leave that home in the first place, hoping she wasn’t making a horrible mistake.
CHAPTER SIX
ORLANDO
While he’d been waiting for Juliet to arrive, Orlando had come up with multiple possible scenes even though he’d been unsure if she’d agree to play with him at all. He’d wanted to be prepared, just in case. He wasn’t surprised she didn’t want to jump in at the same level where they’d last scened. Roulette night had not only been intense, but she’d been out of the lifestyle for a long time.
Which was good for him too because it had been a bit since he’d done more than anything very basic, because he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head. All his scenes since her had been non-sexual in nature, and his dick was hard as a rock. There was no way he was letting her go home without fucking her tonight.
She hadn’t said sex was a hard limit and he wanted his cock inside her.
Thankfully, he’d also thought ahead and reserved the dungeon torture room. He’d figured that would give him the most general options for a scene… that and he really didn’t want to role play tonight. Though eventually he’d love to make use of the medical room, tonight he wanted to be Orlando and Juliet without any pretense.
“Do you want to finish your drink?” he asked. Rather than responding, she pushed the glass away from her. He wasn’t particularly interested in finishing his either.
Getting to his feet, he stood next to the table, holding out his hand for her . As soon as she was up, he slid his hand up her arm to the back of her neck, curving his fingers around and pressing them in gently so he could feel her rapidly beating pulse. He saw the hitch in her breath as her breasts lifted.
Yeah, he’d noticed on Roulette night how she’d liked having his hand around her throat. Breath play was out of the question for tonight, since she didn’t want to dive right into the edgier kinks, but that was also on his list for the future.
“Let’s go.”
He moved them forward together, feeling something settle inside him as she kept pace with him, relaxing into his grip. This felt so much more right than yesterday had.
Was she rebounding?
Probably.
Did he care?
Nope.
The odds were all stacked against them anyway. What was one more?
At least this way they’d be able to see if there was anything more between them than sexual chemistry. With how bright it currently burned, his more cynical side expected things to flame out long before they got to the point where they’d need to tell their parents anything.
There was a little whisper of hope, deep inside, that maybe things would work, but he wasn’t sure he could put too much stock into that idea. Especially not this early. He’d won tonight with Juliet, but he doubted it would be that easy.
She was likely to make him keep working for it.
