I shake my head. “Not really. Connor certainly is and Seamus dabbles in it—I’ve tagged along with them to a few local parties, but it wasn’t really my scene. Parties or play meet-ups are usually done in agroup setting, and I’m not into doing things in public. I prefer to keep things behind closed doors.”
She bites her lip. “I’ve never done anything that wasn’t considered vanilla.”
I smile. “What we did last night was far from vanilla. I was in the dominant role; you were in the submissive one. I had the power in the scene, your only real option was to lie back and take what I gave. You seemed into it.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip again, and my dick twitches, stiffening against the generous curve of her ass. She feels it, squirming a little. Her hips rock back into it, and I hiss out a breath, gritting my teeth. I want to fuck her very badly, but I won’t do that until she asks for it. In the meantime, I am more than happy to just play with her body.
“It was… strange, but good,” she says, a bit breathlessly.
Her hips rock back once again. I grip them, stilling her movements. I have better control over myself than most, but my restraint has limits.
“Careful,” I say lowly. “I don’t want to fuck you tonight.”
She deflates at that, seeming almost offended. I squeeze her hips. “Not because I don’twantto fuck you—I do. Desperately. But because our first time shouldn’t be during a punishment."
“So scrap the punishment,” she breathes. “I shouldn’t, but I want you. Badly.”
A low groan rumbles from my chest. I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder, growing harder at her soft, breathy gasp. “No,” I tell her, kissing the spot I bit. Hopefully it’ll turn into a mark. “You’re getting punished tonight, Mira. No way out of it. Back to what we were talking about before we got off track… pleasure sadist is a fairly new, not often used term. Conventional sadists are known for getting off by delivering pain and humiliation.”
She stiffens. “That doesn’t sound like something I’d like.”
“Good, because that’s not much to my tastes, either,” I assure her. “What’s more to my tastes is the sadistic aspect of pleasure. After a certain number of orgasms, the female body sort of… lets go into an oblivious state. Coming becomes agonizing, sometimes painful, and simultaneouslytoopleasurable. I haven’t played a whole lot with pushing those boundaries, the girls I’ve been with usually said their safeword long before I really started setting new limits for what they can handle.”
Mira’s breath hitches again, and she gazes at me, eyes wide and filled with intrigue. “What was it... um, what was it like for the other girls?” Her brows pinch when she saysother girls, and it probably makes me a bastard to hope she’s jealous at the thought of me with another.
“A new experience for them,” I say simply. “Some liked it and got into the scenes. Others, not so much. All tapped out just whenIwas truly hitting a flow, because it was too much for them. I don’t blame them for that, but I do wish I could’ve taken things farther.”
“You actually get off on making a woman come?” she questions, disbelieving. “Men are usually in it for their own orgasm. If a girl comes, it might be good for their pride, but not much more.”
I smile faintly. “You tell me, Mira. You can feel people in a way that astounds me. What did you get from me last night?”
She thinks for a moment. “Arousal. Excitement. I think you wanted to push more, but you didn’t want to scare me.”
I nod. “That’s correct. Tonight, I want to push hard. I’m going to get at least a dozen orgasms out of you, but you will have a safe word you can use if youreallyneed to stop. If you say it, everything immediately halts, and we talk. After that, the scene either ends, or you can choose to keep it going. You can choose to surrender and let melead. I’m pretty good at reading people, as I’ve proved, and there are several limits for women.”
“Oh? What are those?” she inquires.
“The first one is based on their experience and immediate comfort,” I tell her. “That’s the softest limit. With some women it’s passed after orgasm one, but for most it’s between two and three. Then there’s the second limit, where theyreallythink they’re done. That’s usually between three and five, when they genuinely don’t think they can come anymore.” I allow my lips to lift into a smirk. “With a skilled enough touch, they absolutely can. Then comes the third limit, at around a dozen, and pressing past it is transcendent, I think. That’s where coherency fades, thoughts fade, the ability to speak fades. Getting past that one isthemost exciting thing to me possible, but I never have.”
Mira swallows. “You can really coax a dozen orgasms from a girl?”
“Yes. I’m pretty sure I could get into triple digits, but that’s outright sadism. The balance of pain and pleasure shifts and the focus becomes pain. I haven’t been with a girl who’s into that, and frankly,I’monly into whatever gets the right reaction from my partner. The balance has to be right; a girl’s response has to be right.”
“What’s the highest number of times you’ve ever made a girl come?” Mira sounds positively titillated.
“Thirty something,” I reply. “It took over two hours, and it wasextremelyhot. Not as hot as watching you come last night, though.”
“You really find me that desirable?”
“You’re the most desirable woman I’ve ever come across, and not just physically. Emotionally, intellectually, all of it. It’s all a massive turn on for me. Of course, I’m into the idea of scrambling your brain with pleasure.”
A soft noise, almost like a whimper, escapes her, and I damn near lose control of myself.
“Does that answer your questions?” I ask, my tone gravelly. I need to get to the part where I start playing as soon as possible. I literally cannotwait.
She nods. “I think so. What will it be like tonight? Will it be like last night?”
“It’ll go farther,” I tell her, lowering one hand to her thigh and stroking it. “I’m going to strip you and put you in cuffs attached to my bedposts to keep you open. I’m going to use my fingers and mouth like I did last night, but I’m also going to use some toys.”
