contents. A river of diet soda began to surge down the length of the bar. “Oh no. I'm so sorry."
John picked up a cloth and cleaned up the mess with alacrity. He shook his head. “Now how should I punish you?"
Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Damn her thoughts. Her body quivered, trying to imagine what he might do. She stared at him wide-eyed and he laughed.
"If you were my sub then maybe I'd bend you over the barstool and slap your naughty ass with my bare hand. Maybe I should, anyway. Just to give you a taste of the lifestyle. Bend you over, raise you skirt so that it's up by your waist, pull down your panties, and spank your ass red."
Her hands were shaking and it was hard to stay straight on her chair. He must have been watching her expression because his voice became low and soothing.
"I'm a Dom, not some psychopath. I'd never hurt. . . . “ He paused as if he'd been about to say ‘you.’ “I'd never hurt my sub. We'd always use safe words."
"So if, um, your sub wanted you to stop, she could say stop or something like that?"
He shook his head. “No. A word like stop would never be used as a safe word. I like to use red and yellow. Red would obviously mean stop. Yellow, slow down and discuss how comfortable the sub is with what I want. That way she's free to say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ and I'm free to ignore it. It makes the illusion of control that much more sexually exciting for us both."
Illusion? Was he crazy? He was controlling her already. His mere words had her body throbbing, aching for release. Dani wanted to rip her clothes off and lay herself out on the bar like a buffet—a sacrifice. And then her mind cleared. A sacrifice. What was she thinking? There'd be no illusion of control if she played this man's game. If he decided to tie her up she'd be completely at his mercy. What if he ignored the safe words? She didn't know him. She needed her mind to be stronger than the place between her legs.
"Why don't we take that tour? It might be best if I just asked you questions as we go along."
John stepped up to her and held out his hand to help her down from the bar stool. She slid down and his free hand went to her waist to steady her. She wanted to lean into him but his hand held her firmly.
The phone rang again and broke the spell. John moved past her and his arm brushed along her breast as he did. Her nipple tingled.
"Bar None. What? Now? Yeah, sure. No problem."
Dani's heart dropped. She wasn't stupid. By the tone of his voice her tour was about to come to an abrupt end.
John hung up the phone, glanced at her and grimaced. “I hate to say this but. . . ."
"No tour today. I sort of figured by your conversation. Not that I meant to listen.” Great. Now she wasn't getting the tour and she admitted to eavesdropping. He'd probably never let her back.
He shook his head. “Another reason to punish you. I may postpone our tour until I know you better. Let's start with e-mail and cell number.” He pushed a piece of paper and pen across the bar toward her. I deleted your e-mail by accident. I'd like to set up another appointment, but I may be out of town for a day or two. I would rather give you the tour myself. You might find me a little less threatening than some of the others that work here."
If there was ever a threat to her shedding her panties, he stood on the other side of the bar. She hadn't had a reaction like this since. . . well, never. Dani picked up the pen and wrote. Dumb, dumb, dumb. You are going to end up fucking this man six ways to Sunday. That only made her hand shake more as she thought of his tongue, his mouth, his hands. She looked down at the paper. Her hand had shaken so much that the words looked like they'd been either written by a child or a geriatric invalid. She slid the paper back to him.
"I'll get back to you shortly, Dani. In the meantime you think about an apt punishment."
Her mouth hung open and a groan escaped.
"See, sooner or later you'll admit there's more to
John picked up a cloth and cleaned up the mess with alacrity. He shook his head. “Now how should I punish you?"
Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Damn her thoughts. Her body quivered, trying to imagine what he might do. She stared at him wide-eyed and he laughed.
"If you were my sub then maybe I'd bend you over the barstool and slap your naughty ass with my bare hand. Maybe I should, anyway. Just to give you a taste of the lifestyle. Bend you over, raise you skirt so that it's up by your waist, pull down your panties, and spank your ass red."
Her hands were shaking and it was hard to stay straight on her chair. He must have been watching her expression because his voice became low and soothing.
"I'm a Dom, not some psychopath. I'd never hurt. . . . “ He paused as if he'd been about to say ‘you.’ “I'd never hurt my sub. We'd always use safe words."
"So if, um, your sub wanted you to stop, she could say stop or something like that?"
He shook his head. “No. A word like stop would never be used as a safe word. I like to use red and yellow. Red would obviously mean stop. Yellow, slow down and discuss how comfortable the sub is with what I want. That way she's free to say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ and I'm free to ignore it. It makes the illusion of control that much more sexually exciting for us both."
Illusion? Was he crazy? He was controlling her already. His mere words had her body throbbing, aching for release. Dani wanted to rip her clothes off and lay herself out on the bar like a buffet—a sacrifice. And then her mind cleared. A sacrifice. What was she thinking? There'd be no illusion of control if she played this man's game. If he decided to tie her up she'd be completely at his mercy. What if he ignored the safe words? She didn't know him. She needed her mind to be stronger than the place between her legs.
"Why don't we take that tour? It might be best if I just asked you questions as we go along."
John stepped up to her and held out his hand to help her down from the bar stool. She slid down and his free hand went to her waist to steady her. She wanted to lean into him but his hand held her firmly.
The phone rang again and broke the spell. John moved past her and his arm brushed along her breast as he did. Her nipple tingled.
"Bar None. What? Now? Yeah, sure. No problem."
Dani's heart dropped. She wasn't stupid. By the tone of his voice her tour was about to come to an abrupt end.
John hung up the phone, glanced at her and grimaced. “I hate to say this but. . . ."
"No tour today. I sort of figured by your conversation. Not that I meant to listen.” Great. Now she wasn't getting the tour and she admitted to eavesdropping. He'd probably never let her back.
He shook his head. “Another reason to punish you. I may postpone our tour until I know you better. Let's start with e-mail and cell number.” He pushed a piece of paper and pen across the bar toward her. I deleted your e-mail by accident. I'd like to set up another appointment, but I may be out of town for a day or two. I would rather give you the tour myself. You might find me a little less threatening than some of the others that work here."
If there was ever a threat to her shedding her panties, he stood on the other side of the bar. She hadn't had a reaction like this since. . . well, never. Dani picked up the pen and wrote. Dumb, dumb, dumb. You are going to end up fucking this man six ways to Sunday. That only made her hand shake more as she thought of his tongue, his mouth, his hands. She looked down at the paper. Her hand had shaken so much that the words looked like they'd been either written by a child or a geriatric invalid. She slid the paper back to him.
"I'll get back to you shortly, Dani. In the meantime you think about an apt punishment."
Her mouth hung open and a groan escaped.
"See, sooner or later you'll admit there's more to
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