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“I haven’t heard it put it that way before, but it sounds accurate.”

She bit her lower lip, which I found incredibly sexy.

“There’s a way to gauge your partner’s comfort level in a scene,” she said. “There are – ”

“‘Scene’?”

“That’s the term for the physical place that BDSM activity occurs, as well as the acts the participants engage in.”

“Ah. Go on.”

“So, a person’s comfort level can be described using three colors. Green means that the person is fine and the scene can continue. Yellow means that the person is slightly uncomfortable but doesn’t necessarily want to stop – just that the partner should slow down and be mindful. And red means complete discomfort and an immediate full stop.”

“Okay,” I said.

“You should check in periodically with your partner, especially if you’re entering unfamiliar territory.”

“So how does that apply to consensual non-consent?”

Mei-ling took a deep breath as though psyching herself up. “I’ll agree to you… ‘taking’ without asking… on the condition that you check in every so often. And if I say ‘red,’ you immediately stop whatever you’re doing.”

“Alright,” I agreed. “I also have a time-honored system from Italy that I’d like to suggest. It might be a bit quicker than your three colors.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

I took her right wrist in my left hand. “If there’s something I’m doing that you don’t like…”

I lightly touched her breast with my right hand.

“…just do this…”

I forced her hand to slap my wrist with a lightthwap!

“…and I’ll stop.”

I immediately withdrew the hand she’d slapped.

She laughed. “Time-honored system from Italy, huh?”

“Yes,” I said with a grin.

“Somehow, I imagine it’s regularly violated by Italian males.”

“Not by me.”

She laughed again, then took my hand in hers and pressed it back against her breast.

“Is this what I do if Iwantyou to do something?” she asked in an alluring, teasing voice.

As I felt the softness of her curves, my cock immediately sprang to attention.

“That works just fine,” I growled.

“In the time-honored Italian system.”

“In the time-honored Italian system,” I agreed, and leaned in to kiss her.

She opened her mouth to me, and I hungrily groped her breast as we kissed.

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