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“And you haven't been with a partner since?” she asks.
My lips twist. “I’m usually the one asking the questions, but you are correct.”
She nods. “Good, that will be good then.”
“And anal?” I ask, pleased with the color it produces to her cheeks.
“You want to do that?”
“Very much.”
She inhales deeply, and the emotion she’s feeling passes through her eyes like a window all of my own. She swallows. “Can I say maybe?”
“Yes, and if you’re not sure, you most definitely should.”
She visibly relaxes. “Okay, thanks.”
“Can I ask why you’re not sure about playing like that?”
She contemplates my question for a minute, her deep green eyes penetrating me with their depths. “I’m what they consider an anal virgin.”
It isn’t something I hear every day, and the thought of her being completely innocent in such an intimate place turns my cock to a level of hardness I’m unaccustomed to feeling.
“I’ve always intentionally saved it for someone special. I’m not cut out for relationships, so I’ll contemplate if I want to share that with a partner at the club or not.”
I nod, jotting notes on the side of the paper. The fact that she’s saved something special of herself gives me more insight into Allie’s desires than she lets on. Aside from the fact that it’s fucking hot.
“Anything we haven’t covered that you’d like to talk about?”
“Back to my safe word. Why don’t we use hospital codes? I’ll never hear a code overhead and think of them the same,” she says mischievously.
I grin. “That could be fun. Which do you want to use?”
“Code black is a personal threat. Let’s use that as the safe word.”
I nod, taking note. “And if you’re getting close to your limit and realize it before you reach it?”
“Code Yellow.”
“Good. We’re going to start mild and light, more to relax and get you in the mood and mindset for what’s to come. Are you ready, Allie?”
Chapter Sixteen
Allie
The question rattlesaround in my brain for at least a good two or three minutes while he waits. Yes and no. Ready to blow off some steam and have incredible sex with a man I’ve been dreaming about for over a month, yes. Because there is no denying the attraction, and it’s far too magnetic to ignore or push aside any longer. But am I going to be able to protect my heart at the very same time?
“I’m ready.”
Nick takes my hand and guides me to a bench. “You’re shaking.”
“Just a little nervous.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that.” Nick helps me onto a table that looks like it’s made for a massage instead of a session and even has the same face hole. He pushes my hair from my face and strokes down my cheek. “I want you to flip over on your belly, love, put your face in the hole with your hands overhead, just like at the massage parlor. I won’t hurt you.”
I flip over quickly, anything to avoid his eyes. I already inherently know that he won’t hurt me physically, but the way he calls me love sends signals straight to my heart that I’m trying not to hear. Nick pushes my hair to one side. “You’re going to feel a drizzle. It’s warmed oil. Just relax and enjoy the sensation.”
The warmth drips over my skin and smells like coconut. He rubs it into my skin, his hands surprisingly gentle, starting at the top of my neck and working lower, over and over. After a while, I’ve lost track of where I am, time, or anything else, but how incredibly good his hands on my body feel.
