“My nipples.”
“Plastic ones are better, since they don’t twist.Metal clamps are better yet.But these can be used elsewhere.Like your toes.”
“What?”She gasped.“Are you kidding me?”
“Certain things I don’t joke about.And sex?The things I’d enjoy doing to your body?I take that very, very seriously.”
“I could use a safe word, right?I mean, hypothetically, if we were going to try that?”
“Absolutely.But if you are merely uncertain or nervous about something, I’d encourage you to try it.”
She flicked a glance back to the pins.“Putting them on my toes sounds painful.”
“More pressure than anything.”He was glad she hadn’t said no.“A distraction from other sensations, and an addition to them at the same time.When I play with a sub, I like for her entire body to come alive.I find that her orgasms last longer and happen more frequently that way.”
She picked up her wine and took a big gulp, as if looking for fortification.“Well, maybe for some women.”
He waited.
“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.Then again, I can’t believe I’m showing my boss my sex toys.”She shook her head.
“What is it you don’t want to tell me?”
“I almost never have orgasms when I’m with a man.”
“Oh?Maybe it’s the fault of the person you’ve been with.Have you ever been with someone who made your satisfaction his sole mission?Who watched you intently, every action, reaction.Every moan, groan?A partner who drove you to the edge of your endurance?Not just once but over and over?”
She scoffed then laughed a little.“I’m sorry,” she said.“That wasn’t meant to be rude.”
He noticed that she absently rubbed her rear.Interesting.Hot.
“Honestly, it sounds like the stuff I fantasize about.You know…” She seemed to cast about for clarification.“You know…something that you want to have happen but never does.It seems it’s over before it ever starts.”
“Challenge accepted, Ms.Lane.”
Her mouth parted before she pressed her lips together.“It wasn’t meant that way.”She shifted her weight from foot to foot.“It’s probably just me.”
Then, as if anxious for the conversation not to continue, she lifted a small butt plug from the drawer.
It was a thin, silicone thing.Not much fatter than one of his fingers.“Do you play with that?”
She put it down on the bed, but he realized she’d used the action to avoid eye contact.
“Do you?”he repeated.
“I have.A couple of times,” she admitted.
“Do you like it?”
She turned her head so that she glanced at him for a second before going back to what she was doing, which was mostly hiding from him.“It helps me get off,” she admitted.
“And do you enjoy anal sex?”
“I’ve never had it.”
“Would you like to?”
“I’ve heard it hurts like hell.”
