“Yes.”
“Right, okay. Let’s sit over here.” He moves to the sleek, black modular seating arrangement.
I slip off my shoes and sit sideways on the couch facing him. “You said you could have me however you want. What does that mean?”
His lips curve into a small smile. “It means I can have you anywhere and anytime. If I tell you to drop your knickers, they’d better be around your ankles by the time I lower my zipper.”
My lips part in shock, but my nipples bead, too. He’s bad, and my body finds bad very attractive.
“In front of other people? On camera?”
“Not on camera. Maybe in front of others, but only under special circumstances where privacy is assured.”
“You can’t assure privacy anywhere.”
“There are places where cell phone jammers are in use, and masks can be worn.”
I blink and tilt my head. “I can’t agree to sex in public. It’s too risky. If it got back to my family, they would cut me out of their lives.”
His bright blue eyes bore into me like lasers. For a moment, I expect him to call off the deal.
“Right, sure, not in front of other people or cameras. What else?”
I’m sure there are sick, perverse things I should list, but I don’t exactly know what all those things are. “That’s all for right now.”
“To be that innocent again.” Jamie winks at me. After a moment, he runs a finger along my cheek. “You need to know, when it comes to sex, I’ll own you.”
My pussy clenches. My panties must be soaked. “Like a slave?”
“Exactly.”
Maybe it shouldn’t be, but that is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Licking my lips, I give a tentative nod. “In secret, I would try that.”
“How many men have you been with?” His tone is merely curious.
“I don’t know that I’d call them men.” I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Two long-term boyfriends in high school.”
His thumb strokes mine. “But you’ve had sex?”
“A few times.”
“This will be more intense.” I’m not sure how a pretty smile can also look sinister, but his manages it. When he stands, there’s an air of danger crackling around us. “And more satisfying for you, if you’re suited to it.”
I’m not sure what he means. Suited to being a slave? Is anyone really suited to that? “It’s a game, right?”
Jamie nods. “During our sexual encounters, we’ll each play a role. I’ll have control. You won’t.”
How can something scary also seem appealing? A shiver runs through me. This could be a trap. He’s handsome, but maybe he’s also vicious.
His hand takes mine and squeezes it. “You’ll always have an out. Do you know what a safeword is?”
My eyes widen, but I nod slowly. A safeword is for sex at its wild and darkest. Maybe bondage.Maybe pain.My heart thumps like a rabbit’s foot, sensing the ultimate danger. And yet, I don’t immediately call an end to things. I can’t seem to stop staring at him.
“We’ll useredto start.” Jamie watches me closely, as if he’s trying to read my mind. “What questions do you have?”
Licking my lips, I shrug. “I think I get it. Red is the word for calling a timeout?”
“Exactly.”
