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You’re not his first submissive.
His hands on me were an immediate healing balm, soothing me through tissue and bone. I felt, almost instantly, like I could breathe better. I felt lighter.
He had some serious magic in his touch.
And somehow his nearness made me feel safe, and comfortable to just be my inexperienced self. Without judgment.
“Shane? Can I call you Shane right now?”
“Yes.”
“What if I’m not sure if something is a hard limit for me or not because I haven’t tried it?”
“Just answer to the best of your ability. Your desires are as valid as experience.”
“But what if I get it wrong?”
“You can’t. This isn’t a test. And I won’t push you on anything that’s cold for you. Not without asking your permission to play with those limits. Even if it’s hot for me, in theory. And I will never make you do something you don’t want to do, regardless of how I feel about it.”
“But… what if it’s cold for me, but the fact that it’s hot for you brings it up a notch for me?”
“That’s what warm is for. Warm gives us room to play. And your answers can always change in the future if you get curious about something and change your mind. I can figure out what’s hot for you over time. I’d enjoy that. But we don’t have the luxury of time. And I need to know, right now, what’s cold for you. So I can respect those boundaries. Also… I don’t want to miss something that might be hot for you just because I didn’t pick up on it yet.”
“Right. Okay.”
He paused the massage to top up my wine glass.
“But… what if it’s hot for me,” I asked him, “and it’s not hot for you?”
“If it’s hot for you, it’s hot for me.”
Really? “How does that work? That can’t be true.”
“Try me.”
“You’re saying anything I want to do, you’ll do?”
“No. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying if it turns you on, that’s hot for me. Whether I’ll indulge you on it or not… that’s up to me.” He gave me that delicious, wolfish look of his, the one that said he was boss here.
He held the wine glass for me and I took a sip, gazing at him over the rim. I licked my lip. “Well, it’s pretty obvious that being bossy is hot for you.”
His eyes dropped to my lips, his expression darkening. It was the first hint of sass I’d given him tonight, and it just sort of slipped out. Was that against the rules?
“Is it hot for you?” he demanded.
“Yes.”
“Then don’t complain.” He set the glass down in front of me and resumed the massage.
“What if it’s not just a no,” I mused dreamily, melting again, “but like, off the scale? Like, ‘Not in a million years, don’t even bother bringing it up again, buddy.’”
“Then I guess we could call that ice,” he said dryly.
“What if it’s off the scale in the other direction, like, ‘Please, please do that to me or I’m gonna die right now’?”
“I don’t know. Inferno?” He sounded slightly exasperated with me. “By the way, your sass right now is bordering on punishable. Do you like punishment, Jolie?”
“I don’t know…” Was he serious? “So I guess… that’s warm?”
