“That remains to be seen,” I smirked condescendingly.
“What are your limits?”he asked, surprising me and pausing the daring banter for a second.
“What...what do you mean?”
His hand inched higher as he answered, “What do you want your audience to see?Do you want them to see a loving couple?A woman being used?A man being degraded?What’s going to drive you out of your mind, Ms.DeLéon?”
Not caring that it might make me seem pathetic, I told Quaid the truth.“I want the man that’s with me to convince the audience that he’s in love with every inch of my body.I want the audience to believe that he’s obsessed with me.I want every woman that’s watching to feel jealous down to her bones.”
Quaid’s hand finally made it between my legs, and it was hard to maintain eye contact as his finger hooked the gusset of my panties, pulling it aside.“I can do that,” he replied easily.“However, I’ll need something from you in return.”
“Wh...what?”I stammered as his knuckle grazed my clit.
“I want the real thing, Zia,” he said, making me bite the inside of my cheek.“I don’t want some amateur porn star.I don’t want you playing a part for the audience.If we’re going to do this, then it’s going to be about us, and it’ll just so happen that some people will be watching.Clear?”
“Does that also include if you’re not getting the job done?”I asked, and not to be a bitch.If he wanted authenticity, then I had no problem with that.However, he might want to rethink that if he couldn’t deliver.
Finally sliding one finger inside me, he said, “Oh, baby...I can get the job done, so don’t you worry about that.”
“Quaid...”I mouthed as I finally closed my eyes, my hands gripping the cushions.
“Fuck, that’s a snug little cunt you’ve got there, Zia,” he said, and my body broke out in goosebumps from the sex that just seemed to ooze out of him.“It’s gripping the hell out of my finger.When was the last time that you were fucked properly?”
“I don’t know...”I choked out truthfully.
“I need to know what your limits are, Zia,” he repeated.“While I have a pretty good idea of what you’re hoping for, I need specifics on the mechanics.”
Honestly, I had no idea how he expected me to answer his questions when all I could feel was his finger inside me, teasing me like he was trying to teach me a lesson.Though I could feel him nice and deep, he wasn’t making any effort to manipulate my g-spot, so I wondered if this was his way of winning these negotiations.
“What...what do you mean?”I moaned, not caring how desperate I sounded.
“Kisses or bites?”he asked.
“Both...”I quickly rushed out.
“Fingers and/or fist?”
“Fingers...”
“Marks or no marks?”
“Ei...either is fine...”
Quaid kept on with his questions as he slid a second finger inside me.“Do you like it when a man eats your pussy?”
“Yes...”I panted, my hips moving against his hand.
“Do you like it when a man licks your asshole?”
Oh, God.
“I...I don’t know...”
“Christ,” he swore under his breath.“Don’t tell me that a man’s never played with that sweet ass of yours, Zia.”
I shook my head, my hips riding his hand at this point.“No...never...”
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “So, then you’ve never had your ass fucked before?”
