I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help it. “Yes. Now, what can I do for you?”
I could hear his smile through the phone. “I have a proposition for you.”
My interest flared, and so did my arousal. “Oh?” I asked.
“I want to continue this, but the reason for my call is to make sure you’re on board and to discuss boundaries. I might not be the best person, but I would never force anything on you,” he admitted.
Confusion swirled in my mind. On board with what? “What isthis,exactly?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be, Raven. This is going to sound weird, but don’t think about it too much. I want to play with you, but I need your consent first.”
“Play with me?” I turned my desk chair and stared out the large office windows to the city beyond and realization finally dawned. “Oh…you mean—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. It was suddenly hard to breathe. “I don’t even know what you look like,” I whispered.
“That’s the allure isn’t it? You hear my voice and imagine whatever you want. You’ll see me soon enough, but it’s not about any of that. This goes beyond talking to you. Our virtual situation has been fun, but I want to give you pleasure in ways I think you’ll enjoy. In person, Raven.”
Jesus fucking christ. What was this man doing to me? He had no idea what he was getting himself into. I closed my eyes as a thrill skittered through my body. “Good luck getting around my security cameras.” I smirked. “What exactly am I giving you permission to do?”
He chuckled again. “That’s the surprise, babe. You won’t know how or when, but I could appear at any moment to fuckthat sweet pussy of yours. With my fingers, my tongue, or my cock. Maybe all three.”
Heat surged between my legs, my body lighting on fire at his frankness. Never had another person caused this reaction from me, but hearing his delicious voice say these things was a drug I was addicted to. Grasping for any semblance of reason, I sputtered, “But you’re my client. It’s unethical.”
“Then you’re fired,” he said abruptly.
My jaw hit the floor. “What?” I exclaimed. “I thought you just said you weren’t going to move your accounts?”
“I said I wasn’t calling to talk about my accounts, but if that’s your hang up, I’ll move them elsewhere.”
Groaning, I let my head fall back against the desk chair. He was ruthless and was besting me. But I didn’t care. I caved, unable to resist him. “Fine. The accounts can stay, but I need some kind of certainty you are agreeable to keep your money here despite whatever this is or becomes. I’ll draft a conflict waiver and put my junior advisor on your file.” I paused. “And I need proof that you’re safe. I can provide the same, and no worries about pregnancy.”
“I figured you might say that. Give me your personal email.”
I rattled it off for him and within seconds I had a document with the proof I requested, and I advised I would send mine when I got home.
“No need. I trust you, Raven. Now, as for the other part, I can sign a document if you like. I don’t really care what you need me to do, just tell me.”
I sighed. “I believe you, I just want to cover all of my bases.” I tapped my fingers on my desk. “I just don’t understand why you’re doing this.”
He took a breath. “Sometimes, we don’t always understand why we want the things we want.”
He hit the nail right on its head, that was for fucking sure. “I see your point.”
“Good. I’ll whisper all the reasons I’m crazy about you in time. Now, tell me, what are your hard limits?”
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I don’t have any,” I said. “Within reason, of course,” I rushed to add.
I heard the air hiss from his lungs. “Even more extreme types of play like primal and BDSM?”
My brain glitched on the last one, and all sorts of thoughts formed in my mind. I dared to hope, but he likely preferred the stereotypical gender roles.
“Raven?” His voice pulled me out of my daze.
“Yes. Anything that doesn’t involve bodily fluids aside from the usual.”
“Fuck, babe. You’re gonna be the end of me. It's supposed to be the other way around, you know.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t play by the rules society tells me to,” I stated.
“Damn, maybe we can just skip all of this and get married.” he mentioned.
