“We had a job a while ago that introduced me to BDSM. I was curious so I did some research, went to a couple of munches, kind of like introductions to BDSM, and got invited to some private parties. I tried both sides—dominating and being dominated. I figured out pretty quick I wasn’t fully into it. I like to get kinky but tied and up blindfolded is about as far as I like it.”
“You’ve never done any hardcore BDSM?”
“No. I like to watch, but I can’t give up full control, and I don’t want to take it.” He brushed a strand of hair over her shoulder and trailed his fingers down her arm. “What about you? Are you into it?”
She hunched her shoulders. “I’m not sure. I’ve read about it in romance books, but I’ve never tried it. I’d never even been tied up before now.”
“But you enjoyed it?” Had he gone too far too fast? Should he have just stuck to the blindfold and left the straps out of it?
“Mm-hmm.”
“I can’t tell if that’s a ‘let’s do it again mm-hmm’ or ‘I’m calling the cops as soon as I get my clothes on mm-hmm.’”
She dropped her head onto the pillow. All he caught were some mumbled words.
“What?”
Her chest expanded as she drew in breath. She lifted her face away from the pillow. “Let’sdoitagainandmaybesomeotherstuff.” She dropped her face back into the pillow.
He grinned because she couldn’t see him. “What kind of other stuff?”
She mumbled into the pillow again.
“Abby, you have to turn over—I can’t understand you.”
She rolled onto her back but covered her face with her hands. “Maybe some anal play?”
Immediate erection. Well, hot damn. He leaned across her and clicked on the lamp next to the bed.
“Why did you turn the light on?” she asked.
“I want to see how red your skin is getting,” he admitted.
“Oh god.” She pulled the sheet up over her head and tried to burrow beneath the covers.
He tried to pull the sheet from her head, but she had a death grip on it. “Oh, no, you don’t. We’re going to talk about doing butt stuff.”
“Don’t say it like that!”
He changed tactics and pulled the sheet over his head, so he was under the covers with her. “How should I say it? Just come right out and say you want me to fuck you in the ass?”
Her gasp about sucked all the air out of the room. “Not right now!”
He couldn’t hold it in anymore and rolled onto his back, laughing.
“Stop laughing!” She sat up, pulled the covers off his head, and smacked him in the face with a pillow.
That made him laugh harder. He grabbed the pillow and rolled over on top of her with it smooshed between them. One more chuckle escaped.
“I will gladly fuck you in the ass anytime you want me to, but I get the feeling you’ve never done that before.” He pulled the pillow from between them, not giving her a chance to roll away.
She shook her head. “Everything I’ve done has been very vanilla.” Her fingers glided softly over his arm, and he knew she was tracing the tattoos.
Moving his hips so his cock was nestled right in the center of her, he rubbed back and forth. God, he loved that hitch in her breath. Her lips parted and he took advantage, sliding his tongue in deep and slow.
Abby wrapped her arms around his shoulders and raised her legs to bracket his hips. She moaned deep in her throat, and his cock pulsed. He circled his hips just enough to shift back and forth. She was wet again and the temptation to slide into her was almost overwhelming.
Almost, but he didn’t. They needed to be safe, and he’d glove up until they discussed what she was comfortable with.
