He was getting to her, unnerving her, giving him the position of strength.Couldn’t be better.“And we would sleep together.”
“I…” She cleared her throat.
“Let me be more specific.We would fuck.”
Her breath caught.
“Often.”He dropped the pen and leaned toward her.“Is that a problem?Hypothetically?”
“No.”She met his gaze.And he heard hesitation in her tone when she added, “None.”
“Hypothetically, what do you know about BDSM?”
“Some,” she admitted.Then her eyes widened.“Are you into it?”
“Into it?I wouldn’t say that.”He waited, choosing his words with great care, moving slowly.It was crucial she understood this and what it meant.He knew that might take time, and he was willing to be as patient as required.“I’m a Dominant.It isn’t something I’m into.It’s part of who I am.A part of my personality.”
“And you’d expect…” She trailed off.
“That you’d be my submissive?”he finished.“Yes.”
She started again.“You’d want…”
“I would.”
Her earlier poise had worn off, and her breathing was ragged.This was what he liked.Women who were honest.“Tell me what you know about it,” he prompted.
She stalled before saying, “This doesn’t seem to be the right time or place for this discussion.”
“I’m happy to move it to my house.Or yours.”
“How about a coffee shop or restaurant?”she suggested.“Where we’re not totally alone.”
He shook his head.“You’d be free to leave at any time if you’re uncomfortable, or to ask me to go.”
“On second thought, your office is fine.”
“So tell me what your understanding is.”
“I know what the initials mean.”
When she’d first arrived, her voice had been confident, made so by her rehearsed speech.But now… Her words were more carefully spaced, and her voice was a bit higher pitched, as if her vocal cords were stressed.She was real, more open, perhaps feeling a bit vulnerable.
“And I’ve had a little experience, well, maybe not what you’d consider experience.”
He waited.
“I dated a guy who used a flogger on me.Once he used a blindfold.He tied my wrists together with some rope.”
He slowly sat back.“Anything else?”
“A spanking, over his knees.”She fidgeted, a trait he found charming.
“What were your thoughts about the experience?”
She finished the coffee that had to be cold by now.He let her stall for as long as she needed.
“The whole thing?”she asked finally.“Or just the spanking?”
