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She glares at me. The defiance in her eyes makes my cock hard. “Yes.”
“You only need to address me as Sir in the bedroom or if I’ve instructed you to do so. But I expect obedience and respect at all times. Any failure to adhere to the rules will result in a punishment.”
She chews on her juicy bottom lip. “So obedience and complete control? And that includes sex too, obviously?”
“Sex is a huge part of it, yes. And that’s why we need to discuss your limits. Hard limits are the things you’re not willing to try at all, and a soft limit is something you’re unsure about but you’d be open to exploring it if it’s handled carefully and considerately.”
“So, should I tell you what my hard limits are, because I already know them.” She takes another bite of her pancake.
“You have been doing your research.”
Nodding, she continues to chew.
“Yes, tell me what your hard limits are.”
“I don’t think I have many, actually.”
I frown. “No?”
“No. Because isn’t that what safe words are for? You’ll stop if I’m not into something?”
“Yes, that’s what your safe word is for, but there must be things you wouldn’t even consider trying.”
Her lips twitch into a wicked smile. “Ball gags.”
That’s definitely not where I thought she’d start. “Ball gags?”
“Yup, and I know you have a thing about my constant chattering, so I’m sorry if they were going to feature in your training, but I can’t do them.” She shakes her head, and her hair falls in soft caramel waves over her shoulders.
Cupping her chin, I brush the pad of my thumb over her full lips. “I have plenty of more interesting ways of keeping you from talking, sunshine.”
Her throat constricts as she swallows, but her eyes hold mine and they blaze with fire.
“Anything else?” I ask as I sit back.
“Nothing degrading or humiliating. Like I don’t want to be led around on a leash or get peed on. Although I don’t get the sense that they’re your thing anyway.”
I don’t confirm that she’s right. We’ll get to my limits shortly. “Anything else?”
“Anal fisting,” she says, deadpan.
“No anal fisting,” I agree, fighting to keep the smirk from my face. “So fisting in general is okay then?”
She looks at my huge hands resting on the table and winces. “Okay, maybe no fisting at all.”
She’s quiet for a long moment.
“Is that all?”
“I think so.”
She hasn’t given this enough thought. I don’t want to dredge up bad memories for her, but better to do it here in the safety of the kitchen than when my hand is wrapped around her throat or I have her bent over my knee. “What about punishment, Mia?”
She blinks a few times and suddenly her eyes are wet with tears. “Like beating?”
Shaking my head, I frown. “There are many different forms of punishment, not just physical.”
“Don’t ignore me. I would hate that.”
