Page 75 of Resurgent

He stays silent, but his smirk tells me if he were real, he’d already have figured that out by how easily I fell back into touching myself. “I like being told what to do and how to do it—anything so I don’t want to have to think too much. I like being spanked…or at least I used to…”

“That’s good enough for now. Anything on your hard-no list?”

“Uhm…I haven’t really experienced too much outside of the basics…and the likes list above.”

“Ok, no thinking, just following directions—”

“Sometimes following,” I correct.

“Glad to see your attitude is fully intact tonight. Now, be good and start gliding your fingers along the inside of your upper thighs as we go over safe words.”

My surprise must show because he quickly explains, “No matter the situation, you have full control. Green is keep going, yellow is a pause—whether you have a question or you aren’t sure if you like it—you say yellow, and we slow down to talk about it or switch directions.”

Gently, I start tracing the insides of my thighs with my fingers.

“And most importantly, red means stop. You say red, and everything comes to a halt. This is important, so listen to every word. You hold all of the power here. If you say red, there will be no hesitation on my part. I will walk out of your space the second you say red, and will respect your boundaries. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Move your fingers from one thigh to the other without touching your clit and tell me what red means.”

“Red means—” I start, but the closer I get to my center, the more I crave the pressure against my clit.

“Focus…”

“Red means we stop, and you leave,” I rush out before I can get distracted again.

“Very good. And who has the power in this room?”

Letting my legs fall wider, the blankets fall to my side as I adjust my body so I’m on full display for my dream man, painfully following his instructions. I’ve only done a few paths before my knuckle grazes the edge of my clit as I pass between legs, and between that and the undeniably sexy feeling of being watched, I can’t contain the moan of need and pleasure that breaks through my lips.

“Annalise…”

“Gods, yes.”

“Not until you’ve told me…”

“I do, Sir! I have the power. Now please, say my name and tell me what to do next!”

His chuckle ignites me. “So fucking bratty…but you’ve been following my directions so well…go ahead and suck on your fingers, Annalise. I want to be able to hear you.”

I do as I’m told without hesitation, letting the sound of my obedience fill the room. The subtle way I imagine him adjusting in his seat is all I need.

“They’re wet enough," his scratchy voice says. "Now, use those fingers to make a V around where I know you want to touch. Yes, just like that.”

The feeling of my fingers so close but so far is obnoxious, but it’s nothing compared to the infuriating attractive smirk on his face as he teases me for the next few minutes. Telling me to switch between stroking my inner thigh again before circling my clit without touching it.

“Do you want to touch it?”

“Yes, damnit!”

“Do you want me to let you?”

“Please,” I plead.

“Beg me again.”

“No.”