Page 45 of Ask Me Something

“Uh. Probably not the best idea. We’ve both been drinking, and I don’t trust myself around you at the moment.”

I sighed heavily. “That’s too bad.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I know we haven’t officially started our arrangement, but I do want to ask some questions about your history.” I slipped off my bra from under my dress and lay on the bed, now feeling more comfortable.

“All right. You can have six questions. But then remember I get the same number.”

That sounded reasonable. “How many relationships have you had like this?”

I heard him sigh and realized talking about this wasn’t something he was entirely comfortable doing.

“None like this, Sasha. But if you’re talking about arrangements in which there were some type of rules, then I’ve done four others.”

“Okay, and how long did they last?”

“Is this question two?”

Crap, my curiosity was eating at me. “Yes.”

“The longest was five months. Most were, uh, month-to-month type things.”

“How did you discover you, uh, like to be in control in the bedroom?”

“Question three?”

“Okay, yes, why not? Question three.” To hell with it, I needed to know some things.

“I met a woman who wanted me to be, uh, dominant with her. At first I thought it was only to turn her on, but then I realized it came naturally to me and I enjoyed it.”

“But you’re not dominant outside of the bedroom.” This was the part I was having a hard time fully understanding. Brian was the fun-loving, jokester who could always get along with everyone because he wasn’t interested in pissing matches. What he was describing was the exact opposite of that type of personality, the laid-back easy-to-get-along-with guy.

“We’ve been through this, Sasha.”

Yes, we had. “You go while I think of my final three.”

“Okay, question one is how often do you masturbate?”

I definitely wasn’t a prude by any stretch, but no one had posed this question before. “Uh, when necessary.”

“Specifics and honesty,” he reminded.

I blew out a breath. “Probably, once a month.”

“With your hands or vibrator?”

I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be shocked at something Brian asked me. “Battery operated.”

He chuckled, most likely because I was stuttering with my answers. “Do you come easily from it?”

“Are we doing phone sex?” Because all of a sudden I was feeling pretty hot and bothered.

“Honey, if you ever need to ask that question, then the answer is no. Now, do you orgasm with your battery-operated device?”

“Most of the time, yes.”

“And are the orgasms better with the vibrator or the men you’ve been with?”

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