Power Play (Center Ice Book 2) by Katherine Stark

. well . . .” She clears her throat. “Let’s just say it was a good sight more interesting than these student columns.”
    I grab a washcloth from the shelf next to the tub and lather it up with soap. “And what did you find?”
    “Well, umm . . .”
    Oh, my god, she’s totally blushing right now. She blushes with her whole body, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
    “They were—um, giving suggestions on beginner scenes, if you’re new to it . . .”
    I wince as I reach behind me to scrub my back. “Go on.”
    “What, you want me to—to describe a scene to you?”
    I ease back with a full-body grin. “Only if you’re comfortable with it.”
    She laughs to herself and doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. I continue scrubbing myself, water slopping out of the tub as I move around.
    “What are you doing?” she asks.
    “Soaking in the bath.”
    “So you’re naked.” Am I imagining it, or is there a new huskiness in her tone?
    “That’s how I usually bathe, yes.”
    “Mmm. I see. Er—I mean. I wish I saw. I mean—”
    I laugh with her this time. “I’m sure you can imagine.”
    “Pretty damned well, yeah.” She sighs, tinged with longing.
    “Well?” I ask. “Are you going to tell me what you’re wearing?”
    She hesitates. “It’s not very sexy.”
    “It’s on you, isn’t it?”
    Nervous laughter again. “Okay, fine. A gray t-shirt and my underwear. Curled up in bed . . . with my laptop and a martini glass.”
    “Sounds incredibly sexy to me. I have to say, I’m pretty jealous of that laptop. No, wait—make that the martini glass. Since you put your lips on it.”
    “I wish I could put my lips on you.”
    We’re both silent for a moment. Her, maybe, because she didn’t quite mean to say it out loud. And me because—well, because I’m done washing up, and I just realized I’m gripping my shaft.
    “You were going to tell me more about this scene,” I murmur.
    “Mm. Right.” Okay, there’s definitely a hint of something in her tone now—huskiness, lust, maybe even an edge of danger. Perfect. She may be in new territory, but she’s never not in control. “So, it says for you to start out with some scarves—”
    “Fiona.”
    She’s flustered now. “Yeah?”
    “I’m going to ask you do something. And if you’re not okay with it, or if you decide in the middle that you’re not okay with it, you just tell me so. All right?”
    She exhales. “All right.”
    “I don’t want you to describe the scene to me.”
    “Oh.”
    “—I want you to describe the scene as if you are doing it to me.”
    “. . . Ohhh. ”
    “Is that okay with you? Remember that at any time, you can change your mind. Consent is very important in a scene. But if you’re willing . . .”
    “Yes,” she says, breathy. “I’m willing.”
    I grip my shaft a little harder. “Good girl.”
    I hear the sound of her shuffling around on her mattress. “So I’d use some scarves—cotton to start out with, because they’d have more give. And I’d tie your arms wide to the bed posts.”
    “Mm. Perfect. And what do you want to do with me next, Mistress?”
    If the title flusters her, she doesn’t let it show. “I’d tell you to shut up and listen to me, for starters. I didn’t ask for you to interrupt.”
    I laugh throatily. “My apologies, beautiful and commanding goddess.”
    “I’d slap you across the face for that.”
    My body tenses. I can imagine it now, her standing over me, hands planted on those beautifully curvaceous hips, that wry twist to her ruby lips. I’d give anything to see it right now, hear her scolding me in person . . .
    “And then I’d slip a blindfold over your eyes.”
    “Mmm.”
    Nothing but her wonderful scent and the sounds of her moving around the room. My muscles loose and ready. Prepared for whatever glorious pleasure and pain she means to bring me.
    “Then we’d have a little fun exploring. I could try out different sensations on you . . .