“No, but there’s something about being surrounded by ice and tension and the idea of someone’s hot mouth on me while the universe exists right outside the walls?—”
“You’re filthier than I thought,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.
“I bake muffins for nursery schools too,” I whispered. “There are many layers to my personality. My turn,” I skipped taking a bite and sipped my wine. “Favorite place to be kissed?”
Her eyes darkened, and she turned to face me in her chair, and I followed until our knees were threaded between each other’s. “Right here,” she lifted her fingers to her collarbone and slowly pulled her cardigan open with them as she traced a line up to her neck. “Makes me melt.” I took a deep breath as she went on without missing a beat. “Most dominant partner you’ve had?”
“A man,” I replied, “I dated him in college, but he was much older than me.”
“How much older?”
“Twenty years.” I smirked behind my glass. “He was my culinary instructor.”
Her lips pursed in surprise when her hands fell to my knees as she leaned in. “You fucked your professor?” she asked. “What part of his dominance did you like?”
I took a deep breath, falling headfirst into my kinks for her. “I liked how he took care of everything. He said when. He said where. He said how. I liked that.”
“You liked being controlled.” She replied.
“Yes.” I nodded, staring at her lips. “And spanked.”
“Fuck, Goldie.” She licked her lips and swallowed.
“Have you ever been tied up?” I asked, and she blinked, resetting her train of thought before she answered.
“No, not really.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve never met someone I trust enough to have that kind of power over me.”
A moan escaped my lips as I shifted in my chair, trying to close my thighs to settle the ache building in my core, but her hands on my knees tightened, and she spread my legs wider around her own.
“Favorite toy?” she asked.
“Do I have to pick?” I panted. “It depends on the situation?”
“But you like toys?” She clarified, and I nodded my head quickly.
“I love playing with toys. Solo and with partners.”
“Good.” She replied, sliding her hands up my thighs to the bottom button of my dress, which held the fabric together right at my thighs. “Have you ever thought about a threesome?”
I hesitated.
Rhea watched me closely, undoing the button. “Too far?”
“No,” I said, cheeks burning. “I’ve—imagined it.”
“Two men?” Her perfect dark eyebrow twitched as she glanced down at the button as she moved on to the next.
“Not lately.”
Her lips quirked. “So, me and Tanner.”
I bit my lip and nodded slowly.
She undid another button until I could feel the cool fresh air against my lace panties as she pulled the fabric apart. I watched as she dipped her finger into the crock of chocolate and slowly dragged it up the inside of my thigh.
