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“That’s not a punishment I would use.”
“Is beating?”
I suck on my lip. This won’t work if I’m not honest, right? “Not beating. I’m not a sadist. Causing physical pain doesn’t get me off, but…”
“But?”
“There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain, and I like to walk that line. Spanking makes me hard as fuck. Having complete dominance over you makes me even harder. But you do understand that spanking and causing physical pain to illicit pleasure is different than beating someone?”
Her eyelashes flutter, wet with unshed tears. “Yes.”
“Is that a hard limit for you?”
“Do you only use your hand?”
“Not just my hand,” I admit. “Many things. A cane. A flogger. A paddle. My belt.”
Her tanned face pales. “Just don’t use a belt.”
“Is that a hard limit?” I hope not. I’d love to stripe her ass with my belt.
She wrinkles her nose again, the way she does when she’s thinking. “If it’s a soft limit, we’d always discuss using one first, right?”
“Always.”
“Then it’s a soft limit, I guess.”
“So spanking in general?”
She gives me a faint smile. “Spanking is fine.”
I walk around the table and sit beside her, taking her face in my hands. “We don’t have to decide all of this now. We can take it slow and work out what you like as we go.”
“That sounds good.”
“Do you trust me, sunshine?”
“Yes,” she says, without a flicker of hesitation.
“Then know that I will never hurt you. I will never punish you when I’m angry. I consider it a privilege and an honor to have your submission, and if we do this, your safety is my priority. Always.”
“Ifwe do this?”
“We can just be us. No Dom, no sub. Just me and you. If that’s what you want.”
She shakes her head. “I want to be your submissive, Lorenzo.”
“Why?”
Hurt and confusion flash across her face.
“This is important, Mia. Why do you want this?” I need to know that this isn’t about her trying to compete with anyone else or a misguided attempt to please me. If she’s not all in on this because it’s what she truly desires, it won’t work, and I’d rather we have a more conventional relationship than a failed one.
Head tilted to the side, she takes a deep breath. “I’ve thought a lot about this,” she says, her brow wrinkled in a frown. “When I was in Iowa, I looked into the lifestyle quite a bit. It was something I was open to exploring, even if it wasn’t with you.”
I grind my teeth at the thought of her with another man but force myself to remain silent and let her continue.
“When I was married to Brad, most of my life was controlled by him. What I could wear. What I should eat. How much I should weigh. Who I could talk to. So, shouldn’t I want the opposite of that in a new relationship?”
