Page 21 of The Assignment: Room 3

“I’m sure you would. It’s not the orgasm I’d be concerned about. I’ve seen the way you walk.”

He looks puzzled. “What does my walk have to do with anything?”

“You can tell a lot about a man by how he holds himself. You’ve got a confident gait, and your movements are fluid. Speaks to your hips and rhythm.”

“So that means I’m good in bed?”

“That, together with your hands and arms, gives a good indication. You’re muscular, so you wouldn’t have trouble picking up a woman and fucking her against a wall.”

“Are you trying to get me hard? Because it’s working.”

“Maybe,” I say with a wicked grin. “You have nice hands, so I reckon you know exactly how to hit the G-spot.”

“Seriously, you need to stop before I take you back to my place after closing and do everything you think I’m capable of and more.”

“Unfortunately, you won’t want to punish me when I’m a bad girl.”

“What kind of punishment?”

“Have you ever looked in one of the private rooms?”

“No. Not my place to intrude.”

“You’re too cute. Well, if you were to walk into one, you’d find all kinds of stuff. One wall would have a St. Andrew’s Cross—an X with hand and foot restraints. It’s my personal favorite. You are completely at your Dom’s mercy—naked, vulnerable, and desperate for the sensation that will straddle the thin line between pleasure and pain.”

I watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

“A Dom might spank my pussy or drop to his knees and fuck me with his tongue until I’m on the edge of release. But he’d pull back, knowing that it will become an ache I crave. He’ll do it over and over again, making me beg for more. He might use a leather flogger to caress and slap my breasts, and only when he slips his hand between my legs will he know I’m wet and ready for his cock. And if I’m a good girl, I’ll be rewarded with mind-blowing sex.”

He swallows hard as I rake the length of him with my eyes. He’s so hard right now that I can tell he’ll be in pain. “Why do you want to be restrained?”

“I can’t speak to what guys would feel like shackled to the cross, but for a woman… when you have no way to close your legs and control the pleasure, it’s fucking addictive. It’s a whole different kind of orgasm.”

“Wow.” He doesn’t know how to react, and it’s quite endearing. Genevieve would devour him whole given the chance.

“I realized a long time ago that you should try everything once. If you don’t like it, move on. If you do, then go with what makes you happy, and I’m not just talking about sex or kink. Life in general. You get one shot at life.”

“Color me intrigued, Celest. You’re an enigma. Wise but unsure of yourself. Confident to put on a show for patrons, but there’s a shyness to you. A ballbuster but gentle.”

“I don’t know about being an enigma. It feels more like I have no freaking idea what I’m doing most of the time.”

“Well, I’m always here as a friend if you want to talk.” His smile is so genuine and infectious. I find myself smiling back.

“So, you went from wanting to get into my black lace panties to friend-zoning me?” I jest.

“I’ll gladly cheer you up with my cock if that’s what you want.”

We both start laughing as he pours me another drink. “Thanks, Eli.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“For listening and making me smile.”

“Thanks for turning me on and then dashing my hopes of rocking your world.” He can’t even say it with a straight face.

“Who’s rocking whose world?” Freya appears at my side, looking somewhat disheveled. I spy Pierce as he joins some of the other Doms who are chatting and laughing on the other side of the bar.

“Looks like it’s you. You might want to run a brush through your sex hair. And you’re wearing your T-shirt inside out.”

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