I start to shake my head, then ask, “Is that something you want?”
Fuck.If she says yes, I’m cooked.
Her eyes narrow, then she shakes her head hesitantly.
“Do you like not knowing who I am?”
Her shoulders rise on an unsteady intake of breath, then she nods. “Yes.”
I incline my head, careful not to let my relief show. Returning my attention to the computer in front of me, I pull up Sutton’s intake forms and print out two copies of each document she filled out that is relevant to the power dynamic we are now building together.
Placing one copy of her checklist in front of her, I scan the identical copy slowly. On the first page, ayes, no, or maybequestionnaire that discusses various areas of kink exploration. On the second page, a more detailed checklist with a rating system ofone through five, withfivebeing the highest rating, something she is eager to try. Smiling, I take mental note of the multiplefiveratings, excited to proceed with her.
“Is there anything on these forms that you would like to discuss? I see you checked maybe on a few of the items.”
She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she scans her answers. “Um… what is primal play?” Sutton looks up at me through her eyelashes, and there’s something in that look that tells me she knows exactly what primal play is.
And wants it.
“Primal play is a blanket term, but it could mean wordless, instinctual play, or role playing with a predator/prey dynamic.”
Her eyes widen ever so slightly.Bingo.
“Tell me what intrigues you about what I’ve just said.”
She ducks her head, biting back a smile.
“This is a safe place, darlin’—” I pause when she lifts her head, those brows furrowed. I’ll have to be more careful about letting my accent slip over into this role. “You hold all the cards. I can’t help you explore this side of you without your clear and concise consent. Speak freely so I can give you what you need.”
Sutton licks her lips. “I read about women being chased, like, through a forest or their home, or…” She shrugs. “I don’t know, is that weird?”
“We don’t use that word here.” Getting an idea, I tilt my head. Sometimes, there’s only one surefire way to get a submissive out of their own way. “Would it help if I began taking control?”
Sutton’s lips part on a gasp. “Yes.”
“Please come here.”
She moves quickly to stand by my side.
I swivel my chair and grip her sides, allowing myself a moment of indulgence as I run my hands up and down her hips. Opening the large bottom drawer on the left side of my desk, I retrieve a small cushion and place it at her feet. “I’d like to see you on your knees. Right here.”
She hesitates only briefly, then lowers to the ground.
AndJesus fucking Christ, it’s a sight to behold.
Sutton Hart on her knees is better than I’ve ever imagined.
My throat is thick, and it takes a minute for me to be able to move. Or speak.
I cup her cheek and lift her face so I can look at her. “Incredible.” Retrieving the checklist I printed, I position myself with one knee on either side of Sutton, and begin reading aloud the items on the list that she listed as afive, which means the highest desire to try them. As I rattle them off, I watch her face for each subtle reaction. Sutton’s tells have always been evident to me, obvious, but it’s important that I truly understand the depths of her desires if we’re going to proceed.
“Asphyxiation.”
Her nostrils flare, but there’s a slight crease in her brow.
“Hm. You marked this as a five, but perhaps it should be a four?”
She licks her lips, eyes tightening at the edges.
