“I don't know. Dozens,” she throws back. “Next question.”
The dark thing inside me snaps its teeth and claws at the underside of my skin. I lock eyes with hers, looking for the lie.
But she’s just a blank slate staring back.
“Since I’ve seen your porn history?—”
“You mean when you violated my privacy for your sick mind games?” she snaps back.
I shrug. “All's fair in love?—”
“We arenotin love,” she hisses, her eyes narrowed as the words spit from her thinned mouth.
“…andwar,” I finish. I smile coldly. “Surely one of those two fits our current situation. Now,sinceI’ve seen what makes you wet?—”
“Asshole.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m holding back,” I growl, relishing the way her eyes widen a little. “Now, tell me what it is about a loss of control that gets you off.”
Her cheeks flush darkly.
“I don’tget offon the loss of?—”
“Would it jog your memory if I read out the titles of the videos you’ve watched the most in the last month?”
When she bristles, I chuckle darkly.
“Sorry—I forgot that all things memory are a sore subject for you.”
Her eyes glint sharply. “No, you didn’t.”
“No, I didn’t. Now, answer the question. Truthfully.”
She swallows heavily. “Pass.”
I smile coldly. “It would be in your best interests to tell me, or I’ll just take away that control right here and now and find out myself.”
She flushes again before she quickly looks down. “I?—”
“Eyes on me.”
There’s a fire in her eyes when she quickly looks back up. Our gazes lock, and I focus a littletoomuch on the way her lower lip drops just a bit.
…Maybe because I’m imagining that parted lip sliding down the underside of my swollen cock as she takes me deep into the back of her throat.
“I…don’t know,” she murmurs.
I pick the folder up off the desk and open it to the blanket consent form she signed.
The one in which she consented to no longer having togiveconsent.
Fuck, does that make me hard.
“Let’s take another look at your particular kinks,” I muse, smirking as I drag my gaze over the page. “Consensual non-consent, D/s dynamics, impact play, somnophilic activities, bondage, orgasm denial…” I bite back a groan. “Free use.”
When I look up, her face is bright pink and her eyes are staring at the floor.
“Eyes. On.Me.”
