Page 46 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Nodding, he went back to reading.

She did the same, but as she looked over his papers, her apprehension grew. He’d tried most of the things listed. When she’d been filling out her list, she’d had to look some of them up.

When she finally glanced up, he was staring at her. “What questions do you have for me?”

“Um.” Thoughts raced through her head, but no sound came out.

“Cass, I need you to talk to me.”

Talk. She could do that. “Have you really done all these things? With other women?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

She nodded and glanced down at the list again.

“Cassie?”

Her head snapped up. It took her a moment to realize he was waiting for her to ask him a question. Instead, she went with a statement. “I don’t know if I can do some of these things.”

“You don’t need to. That’s not how this works. Remember what I said. This is about negotiation. I share with you what I like, and you do the same. From there, we decide what we’re both comfortable with.” When she didn’t say anything, he continued, “Let’s take spanking, for example.”

The memory of him smacking her backside as she walked away from him the night before flashed in her mind.

“From your response last night, I’d wager you’d enjoy a good erotic spanking.”

“An erotic spanking?” For some reason, those two words didn’t go together in her brain.

As if he knew what she was thinking, the right side of his mouth tilted up. “Yes. You’d lie across my lap, your ass in the air, and I’d make your ass nice and warm and pink.” His eyes darkened as he spoke.

Cassie licked her lips, confused at how her body was reacting to what he was saying. When she’d filled out her list, she’d marked spanking as neutral/unsure. She’d been as torn then as she was now.

But she had to admit she was a little curious. He was correct about the night before. When he’d swatted her butt, she’d felt something zing through her and she’d wanted his hands on her again. What he was describing, however, felt…different. She’d be exposed in a way she’d never been before. “And if I don’t like it?”

“After we play, at least at the beginning, we’ll talk about what happened, what we liked and didn’t like. This arrangement should work for both of us.”

That made her feel a little better. “So if I don’t like something you do to me, then I use my safeword and you’ll stop?”

“You have been doing your research.” He grinned. “Safewords are to be used when something is wrong. The rope is too tight. You’re getting a cramp.” Jesse paused. “You’re starting to panic because of something that happened in your past.”

It didn’t take a genius to know what he was referring to. “I’ve never freaked out during sex before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Did Trent often tie you up? Hold you down? Restrain you in any way?”

“No, but—” Her words died in her throat. Her gaze lowered to his list again. He’d listed bondage and restraint as love on his list. She swallowed. “Will you warn me first?”

“How much warning would you prefer?”

“I don’t know.”

He met her gaze. “If I’m going to restrain you, I’ll tell you first. Is that acceptable?”

She nodded.

“Good. Now tell me about your experience when it comes to oral sex, both giving and receiving.”

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Cassie stared at him with wide eyes. He was quite enjoying watching her squirm. She wasn’t comfortable talking about sex, but she’d get over that soon enough.

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