Page 17 of His Love

“What do you need?”

“A kiss.”

“Tell me what you were thinking first.”

“Nuuu.”

“Yasss,” I mimicked.

“Fine.” She heaved an over dramatic sigh, and stared down at the floor. “I was wondering if you had sex with your play partners at the club?”

“I do,” I answered truthfully. Honesty was my biggest policy when negotiating a scene with someone.

She nodded.

“What made you ask, baby?”

“Well, we kinda scened earlier… in the parking lot.”

I would give her that. It hadn’t been what I would consider a scene, but I knew she only played in the playroom for the Littles at the club. To her, it probably had been a real scene.

“We did.”

“So, technically…” She trailed off.

“Yes?”

“Technically, we’re play partners.”

“Technically,” I agreed.

“So we could…”

It clicked with me what the Little imp was asking. She wanted to have sex.

“We could what?” I prodded, wanting her to ask for it directly. I took her chin in my hands and lifted until she was forced to look at me.

“We could have… make… fuck. We could fuck.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” I agreed, biting back a smile.

She stared at me a full minute before bouncing in my arms. “Axel,” she whined, dragging the last letter out.

“Paisley,” I teased.

Her precious face turned into a frown and her eyes widened. “D-did you not want to? Oh, I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“I'm going to stop you before you can get yourself in trouble. I would love to fuck that sweet pussy, I was just teasing you. Your bashfulness is very attractive and I can’t help but exploit it a bit. Now before I make those pretty blue eyes roll into the back of your head, we need to do a few things.”

“Like take our clothes off,” she said with a very sassy head nod.

“More like calling your boss, and maybe we’ll do some negotiating after.”

“No calling me names or slapping my face. You have to wear a condom. I can’t come without clitoral stimulation,” she answered as if she’d thought it all through. “You?”

I was a bit caught off guard. “Wearing a condom is a very good hard limit, Paisley.”

I loved that she was smart enough to know to use protection. I had to drill that into the people I mentored at the club. You couldn’t just take someone's word that they were clean.

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