Page 83 of The Forbidden Trio

“Hmm… we’d better negotiate titles while we’re here. Does it turn you on to call me ‘Sir’?”

“It does,” she answered, the idea of really calling him that making her seethe with need. “Definitely. And what will you call me?”

“Anything I want,” he answered, his expression stern.

“Ohhh.”

“Hitting subspace, baby?”

“No, I’m good.” But she had to swallow another sip of her coffee to reground herself.

“Okay. What about sharp sensations?”

“You mean like vampire gloves, or a neuro wheel? I love that stuff.”

“Excellent.” He leaned closer, his eyes suddenly a darker shade of blue. “How do you feel about knives?”

“Knives? To be honest, they scare the crap out of me. I’ve seen it done at the clubs, and I admit it’s intriguing, but I’d have to really, really trust someone.”

He nodded, and she could see there was another question there.

“Max? Is that… is knife play something you’re into?”

“In my top five, to be honest. But we’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, baby.”

“I know, and I do trust you. Despite the fact that it frightens me, I’d like to try it with you. I don’t know… maybe being scared is part of the attraction.”

“You don’t have to do it just because you think it would make me happy. With you under my hands, I’m one lucky man.”

She nodded. Her body was still humming with desire, but the idea of the knives made her shaky in a different way.

“There’s something so taboo about it,” she said, “no matter how much kink experience I’ve had. But if I’m ever going to shake the fear, it has to be with you. And Iwantto face my fears. I do. So it’s as much for me as it is for you.”

“You’re certain?”

“I am. Yes.”

The idea was making her hot all over, making her squirm in her seat.

“Are you thinking of it in terms of fear play, with no cutting? Or do you want to be cut? Scratched?”

She swallowed. She could barely believe the words, even as they came out of her mouth. “Scratched, yes. And… I want to be cut, but not a lot.”

“Does the idea of seeing your own blood excite you?”

“It does. Is that weird?”

He chuckled. “Baby, look who you’re talking to.”

“I guess so, huh?”

“Alright, shifting gears here a little, what about sensual play, like a rabbit fur glove, feathers, a lighter touch?”

“I only appreciate that stuff when it’s used during rougher play, as a contrast in sensation, or to soothe my sore skin. By itself, it’s not something I’ve been into before, and with someone I don’t know well, it can kind of give me the skin-crawlies. But I have a feeling with you a lot of things will be different for me.”

He nodded. “We can experiment a bit with that, then?”

“Definitely.”

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