Page 19 of Obey

Right.

So why’s there a tingle of guilt nagging in my chest?

If she agrees, this pint-sized queen will get the most mind blowing orgasms of her life. And when Harry gets her back—which he will, because he always gets what he wants, and he wouldn’t have kept her for this long without actually wanting her—she’ll have had most of her firsts with me. I’ll have defiled his most prized possession.

It’s a perfect plan all-around. But trust won’t be enough with this one. People don’t generally have to like me for them to sit on my cock. But this girl, she’s not “people.” And the fact I’m a house dom in an upscale sex club with a reputation to uphold isn’t going to cut it.

Upside is she’s hot, so I don’t even have to fake an attraction to her.

“I don’t think number thirteen counts.” She’s blowing between her hands, rubbing them like she’s still cold. “I mean, they are restraints, sure. Technically speaking my list said furry handcuffs. But also, I was fully clothed and it wasn’t in bed.” Her face is so adorably red, and she’s back to flicking her gaze to anything that isn’t me.

“If you want to try something,” I gesture around the room. “This is the place to do it.”

Her brows shoot up. “I’m good.” Her voice is squeaky as she shakes her head.

Nodding, I hold up my hands. “We’re probably here for the night. It hasn’t let up outside, so if you change your mind let me know. I won’t instigate anything with you, though.”

The way she nibbles on her bottom lip makes me want to release it with my thumb. Knowing she hasn’t tried anything onthe list sends sparks of excitement through my body. Can you imagine having oral for the first time? By someone who knows what they’re doing?

She might not let me make her scream, but damn do I want to.

“Have you really not done anything on your list?”

She huffs, blusters, and covers her face with both hands before shaking her head. “No.” The word is half-groan half-wail.

“Your ex is a dick.”

When her eyes meet mine they’re full of fire. “He cheated.”

“That’s only part of why he’s a dick. These things on your list? They aren’t anything to be ashamed of. You should feel like you’re allowed to ask for every one of them, even just to try. In any relationship.” I don’t know why I’m suddenly the chatty Cathy in the room, but I need to somehow make sure she has her eyes fully opened before her parents convince her to go back and marry the asshole who treats her like shit.

“I should?” She’s so fucking sweet and innocent it makes my balls hurt.

“Yes, Half-Pint. You should. There’s nothing on that list I wouldn’t be only too happy to do to a lover.” I take a step back from her, not wanting to crowd her. “Hell, as a house dom in this place, that means sometimes I put on demonstrations, or I’m there to step in and help people experience their fantasies.”

“People you don’t even know?” Her teeth are chattering. I turned the heat on, but it doesn’t feel like the building’s getting any warmer. If it is, it’s marginal, and Shortie over there looks like she might freeze at any moment.

“People I don’t even know.” I drag my hand over my face. I don’t remember the last time I talked this much to a stranger, but she’s curious, and I want her more so, so perhaps it’s what I’ve got to do. “The beauty of a place like this is you can comehere and try things, with your partner, with strangers. It’s the perfect place to learn, and it has the perfect people to learn with.

“What do you mean?” She looks around the room, probably for a chair, but there’s nothing but the throne.

I pick up her bag, jerking my head at the door. “Come on, we’ll find somewhere more comfortable to sit.”

When I get her settled in the cafe, her lips and fingers are almost translucent, so I go behind the counter and set about making her a hot drink. “Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?”

Her eyes light up. “Hot chocolate please. A giant one.” She pauses. “You got whipped cream and marshmallows back there?”

I arch a brow. “What kind of place do you take this for?”

She shrugs, casting a slow glance around the room. “I’m not sure. Is this where people come after?”

“After they do dirty things?” My lips twitch as her blush darkens. “It is. We have snacks and drinks, couches for people to rest and recoup, chat and do some of their aftercare before heading back into reality.”

“Aftercare.” Her voice is quiet as she taps her finger on her lips.

I am so glad we all got a lesson in how to use this complicated as fuck drinks machine. Otherwise the chattering Smurf wouldn’t last much longer. “That’s?—”

“I know what that is.” Her quick shut down now makesmybrows shoot up. She shrugs again. “I read.”

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