Page 94 of Foreplay on Words

“We both know you’re not,” she laughed quietly.

“Nope. Not even a little. That was explosive. And even that word doesn’t seem to grasp what just happened in there. It almost felt like an out-of-body experience.”

“Well, you may have been out of your body, but you were very much in mine,” she laughed before she asked me a question, sounding amused and a little curious. “Are you sure you’ve never played with toys before?”

“Pretty sure.” I nodded against the side of her head. Knowing sex toys existed didn’t mean I’d ever seen one outside of something on the incognito tabs on my tablet.

“That was some expert-level shit in there. You were a very quick study.”

“Thanks, I’m self-taught.” She bounced lightly against my chest as we laughed quietly. I’d had no fucking clue what I was doing. At all. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“We’re keeping everything in those bags,” she giggled as she turned slightly and ran her hand behind my head, scratching the hair at the back. “Every single thing. And don’t think you can get out of trying them all with me.”

“Mmmm. I agree. We still have much more research to conduct.” I kissed the top of her shoulder. “So...much...research...”

My hands came up to her breasts, cupping them lightly and coaxing the nipples into points with my fingers.

“Ahh. Be gentle,” she hissed, and I decreased the pressure.

“Maybe we need to take another little break,” I told her. I didn’t want to hurt her by pushing it too much. This wasn’t just about the sex with me. I enjoyed her company outside of all the things we’d done together.

“We can work on clothed research. You’d better practice your knots, or Emory will punish your ass tomorrow,” she teased. “And I’m talking in the literal sense.”

I shuddered at her thinly veiled threat on his behalf, knowing there was an element of truth to it.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to get you into all this,” she whispered.

“Why are you thanking me? Of course, I trust you...I...”

Love you.

“You?” she asked softly.

“I care so deeply about you,” I whispered into her hair. I was afraid to tell her how I really felt. There was no way I’d recover if she wasn’t ready for me to say it yet or didn’t feel the same way. If I mistook our physical closeness for something else, it’d devastate me.

Her breath caught, and she turned in my arms, water sloshing out the side of the tub as she turned to straddle me. Chase’s hands framed the sides of my face, her thumbs stroking across my cheekbones.

“I care deeply for you, too,” she whispered as she leaned forward, kissing me firmly. It was wet and slightly frantic, and I couldn’t remember ever kissing anyone but her––ever. And I never wanted it to be anyone but her, ever again.

Chase

Boston

“Wait! I thought I got to tie him up!” The glare I aimed at Emory barely fazed him. This was some bullshit.

The smug little smirk on his face was clearly intentional as he lifted an eyebrow at my tone. “Excuse me?”

“Why does he get to be the one to use the whip?”

“You’re pouting like a child,” Emory scolded as he stood with his arms crossing his broad chest. “I taught you better than this, Chase. In this playroom, we respect the wishes of our mentor.”

Evan stood to the side, his head darting between us as we faced off.

“I’m serious,” I insisted. “I’m writing the Dominatrix. Why does he get to whip me first?”

Questions you don’t expect to be asking your Dom for $100, Alex.

“You know how this works,” Emory responded evenly. “You have to be willing to be on the receiving end before you do it yourself.”

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