Page 46 of Ask Me Something

“Question four?”

“Yes. Are you going to answer?”

Considering my best orgasms had been with him, I didn’t say anything specific. “Definitely a man over the device.”

“What did he do?” His voice was low, and I was wishing I had brought said device with me.

“He, uh, used his hand.” I wasn’t ready to admit it was him, doing it over my clothing and against the couch in his basement. Then it would be obvious how pathetic my previous sex life had been.

“We’ll have to work on your dirty talk, honey. What about when he went down on you?”

Jesus, now I’d need a cold shower. “No, he, uh—We didn’t do oral.”

“His loss. Please tell me it wasn’t the ex-boyfriend from high school who you saw when you went home?”

“We went over this last night. High school boys don’t give girls orgasms, let alone the best one of their lives.”

He laughed. “Good point. Are you ready to say yes to me?”

“It’s not like I want to say no. And even if I did say yes tonight, you still won’t come up here. Either way you’re making me wait.”

“So you’re delaying your response because I’m postponing when we’d start?” There was a slight edge to his voice.

“No, but if I’m being honest, I’m not sure it’s in my personality to be submissive.”

“I’m not asking you to be submissive as much as I’m asking for you to give up control sexually and give yourself over to me. There isn’t anything I would do that you wouldn’t enjoy.”

Simply thinking about it had me aroused. “Okay, my final three questions. You mentioned tying me up in previous conversations. Tied up how?” I’d never been bound before, and it made me a little nervous.

“Hands together or feet to the bed.”

Hm, that didn’t sound too bad. “And no pain? I mean no whips or that kind of stuff?”

“No whips or pain. I’m not into it. You’ll have to decide if you like the soft stuff like spanking.”

“Okay, and the last question is: Would we use condoms or what?” There. I’d put it out there.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes, the shot. But, uh, are you clean?”

“Of course I am.” He sounded irritated.

“Hey, don’t get annoyed. You’re the one having sex with women who are clearly a little more adventurous than I am.”

“Fair enough, but I’ve never not worn a condom. I’d like to not use them with you. I’m clean.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously you’re shocked I’m clean, or are you surprised you’re the only woman I trust not to wear one with?”

“You know I meant about never having worn them before. Is it my inability to get kids to like me that enables you trust me?”

His tone turned serious. “We’re friends and colleagues, Sash, and I know you’re not trying to trap a man to take care of you.”

I scoffed at the very notion.

He laughed. “See, the very idea doesn’t compute. If you want to swap medical records, we can.”

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