“When was your first time and with whom?”
“Have you always been into girls?”
“What do you know about BDSM?”
She blushes more with every question.
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“What do you like to try?”
Our Q&A session lasts exactly two hours. I notice her energy waning, and mine as well, but there's something I can’t pinpoint right now. I got all the answers, yes. She shows genuine emotional responses and physical reactions, yet I feel something's off. Despite the number of questions, I realize I still don’t know her, which surprises me. I've done this six times before. And I felt a growing connection through interviewing. My body reacts differently to her. It feels like the questions brought a distance between us.
“Do you have any questions?” I ask her at last.
“Yes,” she says, puts her glass aside, and looks me straight in the eyes. “Can we fuck now?”
9
KAT
PLAYLIST: DIRTY THOUGHTS – CHLOE ADAMS
Iam a dominant. And hell, didn’t I expect to ever be in a situation where I had to sub. I make it a rule not to, because I just can’t. But for Lilian? Damn, I’d woof and meow on a leash if I have to at this point.
I know I shouldn’t. By all means, I have a loaded gun in a storage to kill her and a knife in my pocket to stab her carotid. It cost me all my power to answer the questions as the person I pretend to be, while my body longs for her. Not Ella. Me. A longing that I can’t deny, that it’s chewing on me from the inside, from the moment her lips had touched mine.
I don’t even know what I am doing here.
I am lost in a limbo between past and present, between Ella and me, between hate and longing.
Lilian walks slowly over to me, around the couch table in front of me, where I sit. She steps between my legs, and I stare up into her eyes.
I want to touch her.
Feel her.
My chest heaves up and down as she comes close.
So close.
My mind calms down.
Just one finger trails my throat until she pushes my chin up with it.
“You have no idea of all the things I am going to do with you,” she says silently. Her longing pours from her eyes, and I see she’s fighting with herself as much as I am.
It is too perfect not to tease her.
“All those words,” I say and tug my mouth into a devilish smirk.
I can’t say ‘Lilian’ before she pushes me back harshly.
Yes, let me play you,I think.
She walks away, takes a big gulp from her champagne glass with her back to me.
Gods, that ass!
