“Yes, sir,” she said. “But I want what you want.”
“You may think that. I’m giving you the choice. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. We understand each other. I will ask you each time we do something new whether I have your consent, and I want it verbally. No headshakes or nods, got it? I need a verbal yes or a verbal no.”
“I understand, sir. But it will always be yes.”
She certainly had a one-track mind. Great. Whatever. I’d see soon enough how far she was willing to go. I had wanted to experiment with some BDSM for a while now, but finding a willing partner had been an issue.
Now, one had walked right into my life. A fucking hotel heiress, for God’s sake. But she was legal, so what the hell?
In the back of my mind, something nudged at my neck. That what I was about to do might be a huge mistake.
But I was erect, and a woman was on her knees in front of me.
I ignored the voice of my conscience. It was the last time I’d do so.
…
“Really?” Skye asks. “You knew you shouldn’t be doing it?”
I nod. “It wasn’t that I thought we were going to do anything wrong. You know my tastes. You share them. But I was inexperienced, and I was about to embark on something dark with someone I knew nothing about. She seemed to know much more about me than I did about her.”
“It does seem unlike you.”
“It does. Now. Then? I can’t really tell you. I was young and horny, and she was offering.”
She scoffs. “Men are pigs.”
I chuckle. “I suppose I should be offended by that.”
“And you’re not?”
I shake my head. “I’m not. Men—especially young men—have the habit of thinking with the wrong head.”
“You don’t do that.”
“No, I don’t. Not anymore.”
Not since that time in my life.
“Go on,” she says.
Chapter Forty-Four
I didn’t bind her that first time. I simply made her stay on her hands and knees while I flogged her ass until it was pink. Then I fucked her from behind.
…
“Skye?”
She exhales. “Yeah?”
“You okay?”
She waits a few seconds. “Yes. It’s just harder than I thought to hear you say you fucked her.”