“What’s wrong with mylanguage?”
A look of disgust crosses his face. “You say fuck too much. And too casually. It’s crass. Not what I want to hear coming out of my submissive’s mouth. You should speak with the elegance of a refined lady.”
“You want a refined lady who you can fuck like a whore?”
“I want to sit down to dinner with a beautiful woman in an elegant dress with perfect hair and makeup and share a quality conversation. And when we finish, I want to take her upstairs and fuck her mouth and pussy and asshole. And I want to come in all three. And sometimes I want her to swallow my cum or wear it on her body in a place of my choosing. So yes. I want a refined lady who I can fuck like a whore.”
“Mylanguage is crass? You’re the epitome of the pot calling the kettle black.”
“I’m the Dom.”
“More like the male chauvinist.”
“Being a Dom doesn’t make me a male chauvinist.”
“That’s not the way it sounds to me.”
“I feel as if you have this idea in your head that maybe I will see you as inferior because you submit. But that isn’t the case at all. I will hold you in the highest regard. You will become the most important person in my life. No one will come before you. And I will become the center of your universe.”
I suppose that a Dominant isn’t a Dominant unless he has a submissive. I hadn’t considered that before now.
I love the idea of being the most important person in a man’s life. But not in Tristan Broussard’s.
“Back to your language. You will no longer use the wordfuckin casual conversation. The only time it should ever come out of your mouth is when we are in the bedroom. But even then, you should use the word with caution, taking care that you aren’t using it to give me orders.”
I’ve never been one to issue orders or ask for anything in the bedroom. I take whatever I’m given—good or bad.
“What will happen when I say fuck or other profanities outside of the bedroom?”
“I will punish you.”
“How?”
“I will spank you.” Those words make him smile just a little too much.
“With what?”
“My hand would be one option.”
“I say fuck a lot. Your hand is going to be blistered.”
“I certainly hope so.”
This is one area where things become super confusing for me. “You tell me to not say fuck because you don’t like hearing crass language from me. But then you say that you hope I do say it. Those two statements are completely contradictory of one another. Which is it? You don’t want me to swear or you do?”
“A little of both.”
“The concept baffles me.”
“I will give you limits and rules and when you break them I will take pleasure in punishing you. And you’ll take pleasure in being punished because you know that it pleases me to do so.”
Only a freak would enjoy this stuff. “I will never take pleasure in having my ass spanked.”
A one-sided grin spreads across his face. And damn, if he doesn’t look like a cocky model on the cover of GQ.
Damn, he’s hot. Why does he have to be such a nutjob?
“I love your resistance to the Dom-sub life. It’ll make it even sweeter when I collar you for the first time.”
