ability to let go, to fly, and know that he would be there to
catch her. Her mind tried to chide her about being silly and impulsive, but
even her own thoughts had no power over her when she was the focus of Isaac’s
full attention. Her body hummed with the electricity that arched between them.
He cupped her face and smoothed the mask on with his free
hand. Each caress filled her with warmth, joy, and desire. She couldn’t think
of a time when a man had touched her so tenderly yet firmly. With the mask in
place, he pulled back and watched her in the dim light with burning hunger.
“Before we leave this car tonight, I want to get a few
things clear between us, Kitten.”
She nodded and tried to rein in her hormones. Being reduced
to this drooling state around him had become embarrassingly frequent. Her
discussion with Laurel came to mind, and she mentally steadied herself. She
wanted Isaac to know that she’d been paying attention, that she really had been
researching the lifestyle, and not just the sex parts. Looking away helped, so
she stared out the windshield toward the hulking stone mass that was Wicked.
Just the sight of the building helped her focus and regain control because it
represented everything she’d worked so hard for. She glanced back over at Isaac
and took a deep breath.
“Yes, I—uh, that is we need to negotiate first.” His lips
twitched, and she swore he looked amused, but she chose to ignore it. “Okay, my
no-way-in-hell list. No burning, branding, bleeding, cutting, choking, extreme
bondage, extreme shibari, spitting, humiliation, or face slapping. Also no
degradation or calling me names. And no potty stuff. Yuck.”
“Quite a list, but I happen to agree with you on all of
those things. But you said extreme bondage and extreme shibari, correct? Mild
bondage interests you?”
She nodded and swallowed hard at some of the erotic images
that came to mind.
He smiled like a cat that had gotten the canary. “Agreed.”
“And my safe word is penicillin.”
“Penicillin?”
“Yeah, I’m allergic to it, and Laurel said to pick a word we
never would really use in sex play…unless one of us was like a doctor or
something.” She cleared her throat at the erotic mental images that statement
brought and smiled. “And that’s about it, right? I didn’t, like, miss a step or
anything, did I?”
Cripes, she felt like such a goober. She hadn’t been this
awkward around a guy since junior high. To make it worse, she really wanted to
impress him, to come off as sophisticated as he was. Laurel had said that the
initial negotiation was one of the most important parts of BDSM. She’d said that
Lucia needed to be totally honest with Isaac and let him know what she needed
from him. Just because he was a Master didn’t mean he was a mind reader, but
she didn’t really like how vulnerable it made her feel. Then again, if she
didn’t trust him enough to talk to him, she really shouldn’t be doing anything
with him in the first place.
“You did forget to tell me your list of what you liked, but
I’d rather find that out for myself.” He paused and lifted his hand, gently
stroking along the side of her neck with the tip of his finger. “You can trust
me.”
When he said that, she was reminded of all the guys she’d
dated who’d ever said those words. Usually anytime a man said that, it was
because he was about to screw her, and not in a good way. She looked into his
eyes, straining to judge his sincerity in the dim light. He seemed like he
meant it, but she didn’t know if that was because he was speaking the truth or
her heart was once again seeing things that weren’t there.
Trying to play off how much he affected her, she snorted and
leaned back. “I’ve heard that one before.”
“I don’t lie. In fact, I may be painfully and callously
honest, but I don’t lie.” He sighed and pulled back. “I also don’t want you to
confuse my instructing you in BDSM as a relationship. While
catch her. Her mind tried to chide her about being silly and impulsive, but
even her own thoughts had no power over her when she was the focus of Isaac’s
full attention. Her body hummed with the electricity that arched between them.
He cupped her face and smoothed the mask on with his free
hand. Each caress filled her with warmth, joy, and desire. She couldn’t think
of a time when a man had touched her so tenderly yet firmly. With the mask in
place, he pulled back and watched her in the dim light with burning hunger.
“Before we leave this car tonight, I want to get a few
things clear between us, Kitten.”
She nodded and tried to rein in her hormones. Being reduced
to this drooling state around him had become embarrassingly frequent. Her
discussion with Laurel came to mind, and she mentally steadied herself. She
wanted Isaac to know that she’d been paying attention, that she really had been
researching the lifestyle, and not just the sex parts. Looking away helped, so
she stared out the windshield toward the hulking stone mass that was Wicked.
Just the sight of the building helped her focus and regain control because it
represented everything she’d worked so hard for. She glanced back over at Isaac
and took a deep breath.
“Yes, I—uh, that is we need to negotiate first.” His lips
twitched, and she swore he looked amused, but she chose to ignore it. “Okay, my
no-way-in-hell list. No burning, branding, bleeding, cutting, choking, extreme
bondage, extreme shibari, spitting, humiliation, or face slapping. Also no
degradation or calling me names. And no potty stuff. Yuck.”
“Quite a list, but I happen to agree with you on all of
those things. But you said extreme bondage and extreme shibari, correct? Mild
bondage interests you?”
She nodded and swallowed hard at some of the erotic images
that came to mind.
He smiled like a cat that had gotten the canary. “Agreed.”
“And my safe word is penicillin.”
“Penicillin?”
“Yeah, I’m allergic to it, and Laurel said to pick a word we
never would really use in sex play…unless one of us was like a doctor or
something.” She cleared her throat at the erotic mental images that statement
brought and smiled. “And that’s about it, right? I didn’t, like, miss a step or
anything, did I?”
Cripes, she felt like such a goober. She hadn’t been this
awkward around a guy since junior high. To make it worse, she really wanted to
impress him, to come off as sophisticated as he was. Laurel had said that the
initial negotiation was one of the most important parts of BDSM. She’d said that
Lucia needed to be totally honest with Isaac and let him know what she needed
from him. Just because he was a Master didn’t mean he was a mind reader, but
she didn’t really like how vulnerable it made her feel. Then again, if she
didn’t trust him enough to talk to him, she really shouldn’t be doing anything
with him in the first place.
“You did forget to tell me your list of what you liked, but
I’d rather find that out for myself.” He paused and lifted his hand, gently
stroking along the side of her neck with the tip of his finger. “You can trust
me.”
When he said that, she was reminded of all the guys she’d
dated who’d ever said those words. Usually anytime a man said that, it was
because he was about to screw her, and not in a good way. She looked into his
eyes, straining to judge his sincerity in the dim light. He seemed like he
meant it, but she didn’t know if that was because he was speaking the truth or
her heart was once again seeing things that weren’t there.
Trying to play off how much he affected her, she snorted and
leaned back. “I’ve heard that one before.”
“I don’t lie. In fact, I may be painfully and callously
honest, but I don’t lie.” He sighed and pulled back. “I also don’t want you to
confuse my instructing you in BDSM as a relationship. While
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