Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,40
discussed before I can take things with us even an inch further.
“Look at me,” I growl.
When her head snaps in my direction, her mouth opening a soft inch, my cock thrums in my slacks.
“Hard limits,” I whisper.
To my surprise, her eyes stay on mine when I expected her to look toward the front acknowledging the driver Anna assured me had the utmost discretion.
“Canes.” She swallows. “Knife play. Severe beatings. Humiliation.”
“And?” I urge, loving that we were still on the same page.
“Asphyxiation.” I nod.
“No breath play at all?”
I’m not touching her, and that serves a purpose. I won’t coerce her into something she doesn’t want to experience with me. We should probably have this conversation in the daylight, with about ten feet and a glass wall between us because the chemistry firing between us may be compromising her truths.
“Soft limit then?”
“You tell me,” I say, sitting back further in my seat, increasing the limited distance between us.
“Soft limit,” she says after a long moment of consideration.
“What else?”
“Hard limits?” I nod. “Infantilism.”
“Can I call you baby girl?”
She nods, that perfect throat of hers working on another swallow.
“Is that all?” Her eyes are focused on my lips, and fuck if I don’t want to skip to the good stuff. “Here.”
Her gaze follows my finger when I point to my eyes.
“I can’t think of anything else.”
“You have the right to say no to anything.”
“I know.”
“You’ll tell me if you think of anything else, before it happens or when you realize you don’t want it.”
“Of course.”
“Soft limits,” I continue, noting that the driver is making very wide circles around our block to give us time for this conversation. Boy is he getting the biggest tip I can manage.
“Umm.”
Her eyes begin to shift, but she catches herself.
“Anal play.” Her eyes dart over my shoulder, and I give her the reprieve. “I’ve never done that. I don’t know if I’ll like it.”
Jesus, I could make this woman sing with a single finger in her ass.
“Willing to try?”
“Yes.” Her breathless reply is instant.
“What else?”
“I’m having trouble concentrating.”
“Me too,” I confess. “But this conversation is necessary.”
“I know. Being tied up and left alone. I need to hear or see you.”
“Blindfolds okay?”
“Yes.” Her pulse is pounding in the middle of her throat as she shifts in her seat.
“Spanking?”
Her perfect teeth dig into her lower lip as she nods, and if I wasn’t in love with her already, the rose color flushing her cheeks would’ve done it for me this instant.
“Does just the thought of my hand swatting that perfectly round ass of yours make you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Musts?” Her eyes drop, and I fight the urge to reach out for her. “Tell me what you need.”
“Commands. I don’t do well with anticipating needs. I don’t want to disappoint.”
She could watch me jack off from the other side of the room, and I know it’ll be the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
“What else?”
Her eyes lift to mine once again. “Praise. I need to know if I’m doing something right.”
“What else?”
“Orgasms.”
She smiles when I do. She may regret that after a half dozen in one or so, but I’m willing to test the limit with her.
“Fantasies?”
Her cheeks now look like red apples, and I can tell she wants to break eye contact, but my brave angel holds steady.
“I—umm—” She snaps her jaw closed.
I wait her out. Pressure during this conversation has no place.
“Abduction.”
Before I can stop it, my eyebrow pops up. She looks away, and her eyes not on me isn’t something I can handle. Limits, hard or soft, requirements and fantasies are something couples should be able to talk about without judgment or pressure. She’s taking my reaction the same way, and I can’t stand to see her hide her face in embarrassment.
“Whitney?” I caress the side of her face, hating the threat of tears glistening on her lower lashes. “Look at me, baby.”
There’s hesitation in her movements as she turns her head back in my direction.
“My cock is so hard right now,” I confess. “The thought of shoving a gag in your mouth, tying your hands behind your back, and forcing you out of your apartment nearly has me exploding in my pants.”
She shifts again on her seat.
“Is it a rape fantasy? Do you want me to break in and bend you over the side of your sofa? Do you want me to take you by force? Make you feel guilty for coming on my cock while being violated?”
“I didn’t.” A small smile plays at her lips. “But that offer has its