I nod warily.
"Well?" He looks at me patiently wanting more information.
"Well what?"
"Don't be obtuse, Anastasia, which publishing houses?" he scolds.
"Just small ones," I murmur.
"Why don't you want me to know?"
"Undue influence."
He frowns.
"Oh, now you're being obtuse."
He laughs.
"ObtuseMeGod, you're challenging. Drink up, let's talk about these limits." He fishes out another copy of my email and the list. Does he wander about with these lists in his pocketsI think there's one in his jacket that I have. Shit, I'd better not forget that. I drain my cup.
He glances quickly at me.
"More?"
"Please."
He smiles that oh-so-smug-private smile of his, holds the champagne bottle up, and pauses.
"Have you eaten anything?"
Oh no... not this old chestnut.
"Yes. I had a three course meal with Ray." I roll my eyes at him. The champagne is making me bold.
He leans forward and holds my chin, staring intently into my eyes.
"Next time you roll your eyes at me, I will take you across my knee."
What?!
"Oh," I breathe, and I can see the excitement in his eyes.
"Oh," he responds, mirroring my tone. "So it begins, Anastasia."
My heart slams against my chest, and the butterflies escape from my stomach into my constricting throat. Why is that hot?
He fills my cup, and I drink practically all of it. Chastened, I stare up at him.
"Got your attention now, haven't I?"
I nod.
"Answer me."
"Yes... you've got my attention."
"Good," he smiles a knowing smile. "So sexual acts. We've done most of this."
I move closer to him on the couch and glance down at the list.
APPENDIX 3
Soft Limits
To be discussed and agreed between both parties:
Which of the following sexual acts are acceptable to the Submissive?
Masturbation
Fellatio
Cunnilingus
Vaginal intercourse
Vaginal fisting
Anal intercourse
Anal fisting
"No fisting, you say. Anything else you object to?" he asks softly.
I swallow.
"Anal intercourse doesn't exactly float my boat."
"I'll agree to the fisting, but I'd really like to claim your ass, Anastasia. But we'll wait for that. Besides, it's not something we can dive into," he smirks at me. "Your ass will need training."
"Training?" I whisper.
"Oh yes. It'll need careful preparation. Anal intercourse can be very pleasurable, trust me. But if we try it and you don't like it, we don't have to do it again." He grins down at me. I blink up at him. He thinks I'll enjoy itHow does he know it's pleasurable?
"Have you done that?" I whisper.
"Yes."
Holy crap. I gasp.
"With a man?"
"No. I've never had sex with a man. Not my scene."
"Mrs. Robinson?"
"Yes."
Holy shit... how I frown. He moves on down the list.
"Okay... swallowing se**n. Well, you get an A in that."
I flush, and my inner goddess smacks her lips together glowing with pride.
"So." He looks down at me grinning. "Swallowing se**n okay?"
I nod, not able to look him in the eye, and drain my cup again.
"More?" he asks.
"More." And I'm suddenly reminded of our conversation earlier today as he refills my cup. Is he referring to that or just the champagneIs this whole champagne thing more?
"Sex toys?" he asks.
I shrug, glancing down the list.
Is the use of sex toys acceptable to the Submissive?
Vibrators
Dildos
Butt Plugs
Other
"Butt plugDoes it do what it says on the tin?" I scrunch my nose up in distaste.
"Yes," he smiles. "And I refer to anal intercourse above. Training."
"Oh... what's in other?"
"Beads, eggs... that sort of stuff."
"Eggs?" I'm alarmed.
"Not real eggs," he laughs loudly, shaking his head.
I purse my lips at him.
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