I slipped into my robe and headed for the hall, assuming Sawyer was still locked in his room, terrified of our sexual chemistry.
Or not. He was standing in my doorway.
“Sawyer?”
“What are your boundaries?” he asked, his voice rough.
My eyes widened. I figured he’d come calling eventually; I had not been expecting that to happen tonight. I was proud of myself for not pumping my fist.
Instead, I went for playful. “Boundaries? Why the fuck do I need boundaries?” I asked, taking in his tensed muscles.
He pushed a spike of hair off my forehead. “As you’ve seen, I tend to get a little directive. I need to make sure I’m honoring your limits.”
I decided not to point out that he hadn’t been worried about my limits earlier and answered honestly. “I never top, and cum is the only bodily fluid I’ll willingly play with. A little pain with pleasure is good, but no torture implements.”
“So, no spitting in your mouth and leave the cane at home?” he asked, a dark smile curling his lips. I shivered.Okay, Mr. Evil Sex Mastermind. I see you.
“No spitting in my mouth,” I verified. “You can use spit to slick my dick, and maybe my ass, but that’s about it. And definitely no canes. Or whips. Or electrotorture.”
“Understood.” He didn’t look surprised or confused by the things I’d mentioned—like he was familiar with them and maybe had used them on others. Still, I knew in my guts he’d never disregard my hard boundaries.
He reached for my face, thumbing a cheekbone. “Men usually find that my words are enough, but do you need any additional assistance? Do you need to be tied up or blindfolded? Or do you think you’ll be able to comply with my directions?”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t have any of my usual gear with me, but we can use one of my ties if you need support. I prefer to be obeyed the first time.”
There’s that word again.
A sexy thrill slipped down my spine. “That’s ayouproblem, Sawyer. But for tonight, I’ll follow your lead.”
“Excellent.” He looked off to the side, seemingly debating with himself. Finally, his eyes came back to mine.
I squirmed in place, curious about what he’d been considering.
He thinned his lips, then said, “If you want more than a one-time fuck, my boundary is exclusivity.”
Not usually my bag, but at this moment it felt better to be safe than sorry. And if Sawyer was anything, he was the safe choice. “Sold. Show me what you’ve got.”
His eyes narrowed, his demeanor shifting before my eyes. “Take off your robe.”
I could fight him, but… fuck it. I wanted this. I let my robe slip off, right there in my doorway. He bent over and picked it up, hanging it on the hook next to the door.
“Are you going to get naked?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“No. And, for the rest of the evening, please remain silent unless you need to stop or I’ve asked you a direct question. Does that work for you?”
I gulped, then nodded.
“Say it aloud so that I can hear it.”
“I’ll be quiet unless you ask a question or I need to stop.” After a pause, I added, “Sir.”
That sharp smile deepened, and Sawyer lifted his chin toward the bathroom.
I stepped into the hallway, feeling exposed. He was right behind me, his heat prickling along every inch of my skin. He opened the bathroom door for me, then slid open the curtain and made sure the water was hot before he started the shower. “Get in.”
I obeyed, still gobsmacked by what he was showing me.
