He smiled. “Good. Have you considered that it might be triggering to not be able to move while I fuck you?”
My face wasn’t the only thing on fire now. My body ached for him. “Right about now, I’d probably let you tie me to this chair and do whatever you want in front of all these people. I feel that desperate for you, Jagger. But I also don’t think people are always aware of what might trigger them.”
He nodded. “We should have a safe word.”
“Okay.”
The waiter walked over to refill our wine glasses and asked if we were ready to be served dinner. Jagger nodded, and then sipped his wine and studied me over the brim until the waiter was gone.
“What word would you like to use?” he asked.
“Can’t we just usestop?”
“It’s safer to use a word that’s clear and won’t cause an emotional response. I would imagine you used that word during a time you would rather not be reminded of.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.”
“Does any word come to mind that you’d like to use?”
I met his eyes. “How aboutpearl?”
“That’s perfect.” He smiled, and his eyes dropped to my lips. “So you’re open to having your body controlled. What about spanking?”
“I thought you said you weren’t into inflicting pain.”
“I never have been before, but the thought of my handprint on your ass…” He shook his head. “I want to leave marks.”
“The thought of being able to do something with you that you’ve never done with anyone else makes me want to pull up my skirt and bend over your knee right now.”
Jagger’s eyes bordered on predatory. “You’re lucky I feel territorial about anyone seeing you, or you’d be out of the chair already. How about toys?”
“What kind of toys?”
“Whatever kind I want.”
I laughed and lifted my wine to my lips in an attempt to cool down. “That’s a pretty big blank check you’re asking me to sign, Mr. Langston.”
He groaned. “I think I might need to forbid you from calling me that anywhere in public. It drives me crazier than your perfume.”
I felt empowered that I could turn on a man who could have virtually anyone he wanted, just by using two words or spraying on a scent. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll sign that check if you promise to go slow with what you bring into the mix.”
“Deal.” He tilted his head. “Anal?”
I blinked a few times. “Not beating around the bush anymore, are you?”
Jagger smiled. “I want you to give me every part of your body, sweetheart. But it has to be given. I won’ttakeanything from you, even though at times it may feel like I am. You will always have the power with me.”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ve never done that before, but I’m open to trying with you. Again, though, I’ll ask that you go slow.”
The waiter appeared out of nowhere—or at least it seemed that way—with our dinners. He set them on the table and asked if we wanted fresh pepper, but Jagger’s eyes never left my face, not even as he waved him away.
“You have no fucking idea how hard I am right now.”
I felt a little lightheaded. “And you have no idea how wet I am.”
He groaned and pointed to my food. “Eat. Fast.”
I laughed but picked up my fork in a hurry. Jagger wasn’t the only one feeling desperate at the moment.
