She tucked the note into the pocket in her fluffy skirt. Her voice sounded a little chastised when she said, “Thank you.”
And now she felt stupid about it. Mutually assured destruction, indeed.
“So, what happens now?” she asked, her voice weirdly perky. “Is there an agenda? Or do I just lie down on the floor and let you have at me?”
Twist stepped back.
Of course, he did. Colleen drove everyone away. She’d asked for too much.
The overhead lights glittered on his mask’s design as he looked down. The lack of facial features other than eyeholes made it look blank to Colleen. “Princess, is there something you want to talk about?”
“No. Not even a little bit. Let’s just do this and get it over with.”
Twist took another step backward. “Now there’s a red-light signal. Princess, I thought this was a mutually agreeable extension of our play over the video chat the other day. Do you want to be here?”
“Yes.”
“Communication is exceedingly important in agreements like this.”
“We don’t need to communicate. I thought we were here to bang. Come on, Twist, throw me down on the floor or one of those shadowy contraptions peeking out of the darkness over there and rail me.”
He chuckled. “Now that is communication, and I dare say it’s enthusiastic consent.” He crouched, ducked his head, and came at her like a linebacker.
“Whoa!” Colleen lifted her hands to ward off an attack, but Twist barreled into her stomach, flipped her over one of his shoulders, and stood, carrying her like a caveman with her head dangling down his back.
From this upside-down view, Colleen’s nose bonked the back of his vest. In the low light right in front of her face, she saw it was made of scarlet silk instead of the dark suit fabric that fashioned the front.
And she couldn’t help but start giggling.
A sharp slap popped on the flesh of her butt where her skirt had ridden up over her hips and her panties were verging on a wedgie. Her butt jiggled where he’d spanked her a little.
She laughed out loud at that because it didn’t hurt. She’d clapped her hands harder than that at concerts.
Twist carried her through the darkness, and she kicked her feet, not to get away but because it was kind of funny.
He intoned, “That’s the kind of thing I like. Good girl.”
Before she could even catch her breath at Twist’s growl, his shoulder dropped from under her stomach, and Colleen squealed as she grabbed at him, falling. She was flipping through the darkness and landed on something soft and springy, probably a mattress. The cones of light were farther away. Blackness hovered in front of her eyes.
“All right, my little princess, my good girl,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl when he said good girl, and that ridiculous thrill shuddered through her body again. “Tell me you remember your answer to my every command.”
Colleen recited, “Yes, please.”
“You are only allowed from this point forward to say, ‘Yes, please,’ unless it is to utter a safeword. Are we clear?”
“Yes, please!” She laughed as she said it.
“Good girl. And considering that you were such a good girl last time—”
Damn, that voice. She bit her lip.
“—you may also reply, ‘yes, sir,’ if you feel the situation warrants it, but I will take that away if you disobey me.”
This was absurd and bizarre and so freakishly hot. It shouldn’t be hot. It should be weird that this blank, silver face atop that tall, muscular body growling good girl as he scooped her up like she was a cat gave her the horny shivers. “Yes, sir.”
“Take your clothes off. Leave the boots on.”
“You can’t even see my boots. It’s too dark in here.”
