“Okay. Go ahead.”
“Well, one. Thank you for last night. Keeping my emotions in check, I’d like to say that spending that time with you was very helpful.”
“You don’t need to keep your emotions in check.”
“I get that, but I feel like after last night I realized just how not okay I am. I know I showed up here unannounced, and I spent the night without even taking into consideration that you might actually have things to do today. Or that you might be in a relationship.”
“I wouldn’t have brought you up here if that was the case, but go on. Please.”
“Still. It was nuts and rude and I’m sorry.” She closes her eyes for a second and sucks in another breath. “I was serious last night. While I am not a member of a club or aprofessional, I’m not completely unfamiliar with the kind of sex you were describing.” She’s speaking slowly. She’s considering every word.
“Part of the reason I broke up with my ex was because he stopped fucking me the way I liked him to. When I got back to New York he wasn’t ready for how fucked up I was. I know he was trying to be gentle with me, but even when I was perfectly healed he turned the rough sex I preferred into this slow, measured, missionary lovemaking that I’d never signed up for. I want the rough stuff back.”
My chest tightens. I fight back the frustration because she still doesn't get it, but I keep that to myself. “Okay.”
“You said you needed a week, so let me give you a week. I called my best friend. She knows I'm safe and she knows where I am.”
“Good.”
“We take that week and we see if we can give each other what we need.”
“When do you want this week to start?” I ask.
“Now.”
I consider her for a moment. Her perfect, thick, golden brown thighs peeking out from under that poncho. What I could do with my fist wrapped around that long black hair. That mouth. I could fuck that mouth while I grip her long black hair. I think about her knees and what it would be like to have those big hazel eyes staring up at me while I come on her tits.
“I also understand that you are doing the honorable thing and not trying to force your desires on me, but I think you have to respect me enough as a submissive and a woman and a human being to believe me when I say this is what I want. I want to try. If this isn't something you want, I respect that too.”
Fuck. She's got me there. I scrub my beard, then peel off my hat so I can scratch my head properly. She's looking at me. Waiting.
I flip the switch.
Seven
“You get dressedand pack up all your shit.” Her expression drops but I’m not done yet. “We go down the mountain for breakfast and then I need to grab some condoms. We go to the Lodges and I fuck your brains out like I've been wanting to do for months now. And if you still want to submit to me, you can check out of the Lodges, follow me back up here with your rental car and we’ll make a week out of it.”
“And if you're just awful in bed?”
“That's where we part ways.”
“As friends.”
“If you want, yeah. You have my number now.”
“Okay, that's fair.”
“But we’re going to talk about what we want to do first,” I say as I walk over to the sink and turn on the faucet. I need to wash my hands. “You can always tap out, but I don't want there to be any confusion before we get started.”
“Deal,” she says before she launches right in. “I want you to spank me, a lot. I want you to choke me. I want you to tie me up. I want you to make me squirt if you think you can. I want to barely be able to walk whenever you're finished with me for the day.”
“Anal?” I say over my shoulder as I dry my hands with a clean dish towel.
“Absolutely.”
“And flogging’s alright, I assume?”
That catches her off guard, but she schools her expression before she goes on. “I've never done that before, but if you're receptive to the word ‘stop’, then yes we can try some flogging.”
