He wasn’t sure he understood at all.But he wanted to find out more.
Then she led him toward her bedroom.This room also had French doors and a patio.She had a queen-size bed with an inspiring wrought-iron frame.Though the bed was messy and an empty coffee cup had been abandoned on a nightstand, all of her clothes were hung up.Her closet door was cracked, and a number of dresser drawers stood open.One had lingerie spilling across the top.
“The bathroom’s over there…” She pointed then shrugged.“That’s all there is to see.”
“Except for the sex toys.Maybe some books?”He lazed against the doorjamb.
“Uhm…” Her face turned scarlet.
“Show me,” he said, his tone more of a command than an invitation.
He remained where he was, wondering whether or not she would comply.This, more than anything, would tell him what he needed to know about Kelsey Lane and how strong her submissive tendencies were.
A ghost of something that might have been nervousness or excitement, he couldn’t be sure which, crossed her face.
“I’m sure it’s nothing exciting compared to what you’re used to.”
“On the contrary.There’s nothing boring about you, Ms.Lane.”
She opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
From where he stood, he noticed she had quite an assortment.
Slowly she pulled out adult novelties and began to place them on the bed.She started with a purple dildo then added a vibrator with an angled head.Maybe for G-spot stimulation.
Next she brought out a thin paddle.The leather was likely faux as it looked more like a toy than a spanking implement.It had a word cut into it that he couldn’t make out, and she placed it upside down on the bed so he couldn’t read it.“What does it say?”
Her grip was wobbly as she turned it back over.“I… It was a gift at one of those adult-themed home parties.You know, you answer a trivia question right and you win a prize.”
“But you kept it.What does it say, Kelsey?”he repeated.
“Slut.” The word was barely a whisper, and she didn’t look at him.
“Really?”he asked softly.“What kind of slut?”
Her chin came up.“Mr.Donovan, I am not—”
“A fuck slut?”he interrupted.“For the right man?The right Dom?”
She sucked in a deep breath.
“I want you to be,” he told her.“The word can have a negative connotation, I’ll grant you that.But you see beyond it, don’t you?You know what it really means.A person who’s unashamed.Someone who enjoys sexual relations, who’s unafraid, uninhibited.Most of all, honest.I want you to be all those things with me.I want you to be proud of beingmyfuck slut.I want you to wear the word on your ass, want you to celebrate when I whisper it in your ear.”
“You make it sound…”
“Dirty?It is.Be proud of it.It can be liberating to claim the word for your own.Fuck what anyone else thinks.This is about you.Me.”Fuck him to kingdom come, his cock was hard.“Us.”
She looked at him, and passion had turned her eyes the color of scorched whiskey.“That’s hot,” she said.
“Take what I’m offering.”
“You scare me a little,” she admitted.
If that was true, she’d never shown it to him.“A little fear keeps a sub properly in compliance.”
“Was that meant to make me really scared?”
“Did it?”
