She studied him. Seemed a bit too good to be true. Someone to play with, she even got to come, and it was short-term. So, no feelings involved.
“All right, I’ll agree. To tonight.”
Holy shit.
“Good.” A satisfied smile crossed his face. Dear Lord, he was hot when he smiled.
“I don’t have any clothes with me that are suitable.”
“You only have to wear what your Dom allows you to wear.”
“You want me to go naked?” she squeaked.
“Your old Dom never had you naked in front of others?” He sounded like he could barely believe that.
“No. I wasn’t really comfortable with that.”
“And now?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Relax, I’m not going to just order you to strip down right here and now. We need to get rid of some of that tension.”
“What if you do something I don’t like?”
“Tonight, we use the traffic light safe words, you know what I mean?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Oh, God, you’re one of those aren’t you?”
“Is this another black and white conversation?” he asked in confusion.
“No. I mean, you like to talk everything to death.”
He grinned. “I can tell you think that’s a fate worse than death.”
“I guess . . . It’s just that I’ve had lovers who kept wanting to talk. Who wanted reassurance and direction and I . . .”
“Just wanted them to tell you to strip, lie on the bed, and spread your legs?” he guessed. “Or maybe you wanted them to tie you up, spread-eagled, then push their cock into your mouth.”
Okay, her mouth just went dry. The image of that was so hot.
“I get it. This sort of relationship requires a certain level of trust and communication. It’s all a negotiation. But I can also promise that once we get into the dungeon, the majority of the decisions become mine. All you do is what I command you to do, unless you need to use your safe words. And you will use them.”
She nodded.
“Words,” he demanded.
She sighed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Any phobias or fears I need to know about?”
“It’s not a phobia, exactly, but I don’t think I could stand to be gagged, blindfolded, and bound at the same time.”
“So, you can deal with two but not all three at once?”