Now I was completely naked.
Mei-ling raised one eyebrow and asked sardonically, “Is that some sort of a flex?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you trying to say you’re so amazing in bed that they couldn’t help themselves, and gouged wounds in your back during sex?”
“Would that surprise you?” I asked in amusement.
She thought for a second. “Given how you just made me feel for the last half hour… no, I guess not.”
I chuckled and kissed her, then pulled away. “Actually, no, it’s not that. Iaskedthem to do it.”
“You didn’t mention that you’re into pain.”
“I’m not.”
She frowned. “Then why did you have them gouge their fingernails into your back?”
“Control.”
“…what?”
“When I’m close to coming and I don’t want to, pain helps me stay in control.”
Her eyes went wide. “You have women dothatto you, just so you won’tcome?That’s a little extreme!”
“I would’ve thought you’d seen far stranger things in your line of work.”
“Yes – but it’s usually because the personlikesit.”
I shrugged. “I suppose I like it.”
“You just said that you’re not into pain.”
“I’m not.”
She exhaled in exasperation. “Explain.”
“Pain is clarifying. It cuts through the clutter and focuses the mind. It gives you control over your body – at least when you’re on the brink oflosingcontrol.”
She finally gave me a look of understanding. “Ah… sothat’swhat you’re into: control.”
“Exactly.”
“I thought you meant you enjoyed controlling your partner.” She smiled coyly. “Like every time you tell me not to come.”
“Yes… but I want to control myself, as well.”
She nodded. “Now it makes sense: you’re a control freak.”
I narrowed my eyes in playful disapproval. “I don’t know if I’d call itthat.”
“Well,” she said seductively as she trailed her fingers down my chest, “I don’t carewhatyou call it as long as you keep making me feel like you did five minutes ago.”
“Deal,” I murmured, and kissed her. “Now let’s go take that shower.”
The water was deliciously hot – a luxury I rarely allowed myself.