“Degradation is about more than just calling a woman a few names, Mitzi,” he said, and the sound of my name on his lips sent a delicious shiver down my spine.“It can get abusive if the rules aren’t laid out before the roleplaying begins.”
“Well, that’s what the observation rooms are for, right?”I jerked my chin towards the second floor.“They’re to see what it’s all about.”
“They give you only a glimpse into what makes you curious,” he corrected.“They’re not scenes to be replicated, Mitzi.They’re just a small taste of what to expect, not the entire meal.”
“So, you’re asking me if it’s okay to do more than just call me names?”
“Do you want to be manhandled?”he clarified.“Do you want your hair pulled?Your face slapped?”He stepped closer to me, and that was about as close as he could get at this point.“Do you want to be spit on?Choked?Bitten?Do you want a man to leave his mark on you?Do you want him to own you?”
“Meaning?”I asked, my voice a raspy whisper of heat.
Sullivan leaned down until his breath was hot on my ear.“Meaning that he’ll get to abuse every orifice that you have, and you will take it and love every second of it.”
I could feel myself flooding my panties, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt so turned on.I’d never had a man abuse me during sex, and I’d never had anal sex before, something that I’d always been curious about.I’d also never had a man mark me, claiming me for days afterwards.I’d never been used so recklessly, and I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted that right now.
“Yes,” I answered shakingly.
“Yes, to which part, baby?”he asked, and the endearment hit me right between my legs.
“Yes, to all of it,” I told him.“I want to experience it all.”
“Then you’re going to experience it with me,” he said, and against everything that was professionally right in the world, I wasn’t about to tell him no.
Still, I had to ask the question.“And what happens Monday morning?”
“I guess that all depends on if this ends up being a one-time thing or not,” he answered candidly.
“Whether it’s one time or all weekend long, work is still work, Sullivan,” I replied seriously, trying to set up boundaries, despite there no longer being any.“I don’t want to lose my job over this.”
Looking down at me, his green gaze serious, he said, “I can handle it if you can.”
Making my decision, I said, “I want to watch a scene first.”
Without another word, Sullivan turned to signal the bartender, and as luck would have it, a show was about to begin in ten minutes.I didn’t object when he reserved a participation room, either.I’d made my decision, and if I was going to crash and burn because of it, then so be it.
After all, playing it safe all these years hadn’t gotten me anywhere.
