I’d taken on a different persona, too—my sassy and self-assured one. She knew what she liked and had the experience to keep her advantage in the conversation. When it came to dictating my tastes, preferences and limits, he’d no say in the matter. As a good dominant he listened, questioned and acknowledged what he heard. Once all was agreed he was in charge and I would let him do as he wished. I created the a la carte menu—he would pick the dishes.
Had he liked my bolshie approach? He certainly smiled a great deal during the proceedings.
I’d told him no piercing, bloodletting nor electric play. Public humiliation was a no for me too. “I assume privacy is important to you, Jason,” I’d pointed out.
He’d smiled wryly. “Depends on your definition of public.”
Something told me I’d find out. I curled my feet up underneath my legs and we moved on.
“Nettles?” He raised his eyebrows.
“They make a nice soup I believe.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder.
He tapped the pen on the paper. “Ah, bloody, ah!”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, I admit, I sat on some for a few minutes, once upon a time.” I grimaced at the recollection.
“It fucking hurt, what do you think, that’s what,” I paused. “I could try again.” I ventured with a little grin.
He smiled and marked the paper with a sweeping tick. “Good.”
“Why the keenness?”
“Very useful for training subs who like to masturbate without permission.” The smile turned into a smirk.
“I will endeavour to avoid that then.”
“The training or the masturbation?” He twirled the pen through his long fingers.
“Both perhaps,” I teased.
“I wouldn’t have thought you needed the training—a good quality sub like yourself.”
Was that a genuine compliment? His expression had returned to impassive. Damn, he gave me nothing sometimes.
I shrugged. “Who knows. You're rapidly over stimulating my senses as we speak.” The wetness in my pussy had seriously started to preoccupy my mind.
Pen poised. “In that case, moving on. Menthol?”
“Fuck no! Can we draw a line under irritants? My experience of chemical play is limited and I don’t want to go there with you until we’re more familiar with each other.”
We’d discussed bondage, something I was more familiar with and happy to explore with him.
“Generally I liked pretty much anything. Apart from hanging upside down. No batman.” I hated the blood rushing to my head.
“Shouldn’t that be batgirl?” he drawled and ticked another box. “Ropes okay. What about bondage tape?”
“If you want mummification, you should go to the British Museum,” I suggested.
“What if I don’t cover your head?”
“Mmm. Not sure. Let’s see if I cope with your rope play before we go exotic and Egyptian style bondage.”
Crikey! I barely had the chance to swim regularly. “No experience. Ambivalence is what I’m feeling. Doesn’t that have more to do with breath play?”
“Breath control plays a big role. How do you feel about me controlling your breathing?”
“Ambivalent again. Hands only. No devices or tubes. Choking is out, although I don’t mind my neck being held tightly. Some manhandling is okay. Soft limit.” I rambled, addressing my reticence out loud.
He pursed his lips. “That’s a lot of ambivalence.”
In my opinion, soft limits were all about ambivalence. “You’re way more experienced than me. You’re going to have to be patient and guide me. I don’t mind trying stuff out as long as you keep safe-words in play.”
“I’m not playing without safe-words,” he reassured.
Jason is looking for a new sub, & when he hears about Gemma, who sometimes frequents his club, he launches an elaborate scheme to meet her, & to make her his own. It’s only supposed to be fun & games, but as you might expect, it evolves into so much more. It’s pretty hot, & there are a few bumps along the way, but it has a fairly predictable HEA.
Of course, he’s rich, handsome & dominant. Of course she’s sexy, good looking & submissive, but she’s also feisty, a prerequisite personality trait in romances it seems.
However, Peaches always delivers, & this is a volcanically hot read that will keep you turning down the a/c & drinking cold drinks.
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