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“She really doesn’t need anything but you.”
He froze. “Damn, baby. That might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Really? So you won’t buy me anything else?”
“Oh, hell no. I like buying you things. That won’t stop.”
She groaned. He was terrible.
“We need to talk about your Little and what she needs. But first, your limits . . .”
She tried to climb off his lap, but he gave her a stern look and placed his hand on her leg. “Where are you going?”
“Uh, to sit next to you.”
“Nope. You stay where you are so I can watch over you. Back to sex. No penetration. But is other play okay?”
“Maybe,” she whispered. “I don’t like the idea of being held down. No pinning my limbs or cutting off my air.”
His face grew darker. “He did that?”
“Yeah . . . several times. I think he got off on me trying to fight him so I could breathe.” Panic started to fill her.
“Hey . . . hey, baby girl. I will never do that. I promise. Some people like having their air cut off . . . but that’s not something I will do with you.”
She nodded, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself.
“That’s it. Good girl. This is why we talk about these things. We can go as slowly as you need, I just want to be clear on what scares you.”
“Okay.”
“So orgasms are still on the table as long as I’m not holding you down or cutting off your air. If you sit on my face while I eat you out, would that would be okay?”
Holy heck. He did not just say that.
And now her body felt like it was on fire. Was she expected to just sit here? Still?
Seriously?
“I don’t know. Maybe eventually.”
“How did you get yourself off, baby? Toys? Your fingers?”
“I can’t talk about this.” She put her hands over her face.
“Sure you can.”
“How do you get yourself off?” she demanded. “Your hand? Toys?”
This went both ways.
“My hand. And I can tell you that I’ve been jacking off far more in the last week than I have in the last two months.”
“You . . . you . . . Really? Holy. Heck.” She felt kind of smug about that. She’d turned him on.
“Oh yes. What do you use?”
“A clit tickler. Or my fingers.”
