“Sorry, what was that?”
“You might be right.”
“I wasn’t even aware you knew that word.”
“Don’t push it.”
I allowed myself a laugh then, glad that last night hadn’t resulted in Tiffany acting any different around me.“You should probably sit.”
She eyed the chair on the other side of the desk.“I think you’re right.”What she didn’t do was sit in said chair.Instead, she walked around and sat on the desk before me.I shifted my chair back in the minimal amount of space available to me.
“So, what did you want to talk about?”She looked far too pleased with herself.
Talking.Right.I’d wanted that.
Why had I wanted that?
“We need to establish some boundaries.”
“Ok.”I’d expected her to fight me.Huh.
“No sex during work hours.We maintain a professional relationship around the rest of the staff.”
“Ok.What else?”When I paused, not entirely sure, she elaborated.“Likes?Dislikes?I should have asked last night, but, uh, I wasn’t really expecting to be pounced on.”
My skin flushed.“I hardly pounced.”
Her smile grew lascivious.“Oh, no.I liked it.A lot.I just didn’t know you had it in you.”
It was growing harder to have this conversation without touching her.
Harder still when she toed off her shoes and placed a foot on my chair in the space between my legs.Not yet touching, but there.Waiting.
“I’ll go first,” she said.“I don’t mind it rough, hair pulling, biting, but no choking.Spanking’s good.Any markings, really.”She touched the spot behind her ear.“I should probably warn you that I get pretty loud when I’m enjoying myself.Talk a lot, sometimes.Though, that shouldn’t be surprising.”
When had these pants gotten so tight?I adjusted in the chair, but the friction only made it harder to ignore.
It wasn’t that I was unadventurous when it came to sex, but to have it laid out, so openly, so plainly, like we were discussing the weather.Well.
I tried to ignore my growing interest in favor of actually talking.
“I, uh, like talking.From other people.”Damn, why was this so hard?I’d had this talk with exes before.I cleared my throat.“I like it a little rough, too, but I won’t hurt you.Or degrade.Praise is good, and uh,” I rubbed my palms on my thighs, “bondage.That’s, um, I’d be into that.”
Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she nodded slowly, her eyes raking over my body, pausing for a lengthy moment at my crotch, which absolutely preened under the attention.
“Interesting,” she said, sliding her foot the last few inches until it brushed against me.“There’s a lot I think we agree on.We’ll have to swap lists sometime.”
I held back a moan.Coherent thought was getting more difficult.
“Are you familiar with traffic lights?”she asked.
“I am.”
“Good.How do you feel about submission?”
“Yours or mine?”
“That,” she said, her smile widening, “is the right question.”She pulled her foot back, letting it hang over the desk with a swing.“I enjoy both, but I don’t expect you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
