Page 30 of Unholy Obsession

“Yes.”

“What about cheating? Because I already told you I’m a sex addict.”

“Do you usually cheat?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t have significant others.”

That surprises me. “Never?”

“Maybe when I was a teenager, for like, a minute.”

“Did you cheat on them?”

“They cheated on me.”

Each minor revelation is a pearl I tuck away, a puzzle piece I will assemble until I have the full picture of her laid bare.

“What do you think about when you’re not thinking about sex?” I ask.

She smirks. “I’m always thinking about sex.”

I doubt that’s true, but I let it lie. “So, you can’t promise me that you won’t cheat, but I need you to promise me that you won’t lie.”

She studies me, and I like that she’s taking this seriously. I like everything about this subdued, thoughtful version of her. Interesting that she’s not always manic energy and chaos. She has quiet depths, too. Even more interesting is that she’s already willing to show me this new side of her.

“Okay,” she whispers. “I won’t lie to you.”

She doesn’t meet my eyes as she says it. But I still believe her. I’ve had plenty of people look me in the eye as they swore they were telling the truth, only to stab me in the back later.

“Good. What are your hard limits?”

“No scat play,” she says immediately, wrinkling her nose. “And no fluid exchange.”

I nod. “That’s reasonable. Although, eventually, I would like to exchange fluids.”

She looks hesitant. “Full disclosure, I have HSV-1. It’s one of the types of herpes.”

“I know. One that fifty to eighty percent of the population has. I have it, too.”

Her eyes widen, seeming surprised by my calm answer. “Doctors don’t usually test for it. And most people freak out when I mention the H word.”

“That’s ignorance. It’s commonly acquired in childhood through shared towels or water bottles. And you didn’t answer my question. Do you have any more hard limits? It’s important that we agree on these before we begin.”

“What areyourhard limits?” She arches her petite eyebrow.

I smirk. “You won’t get near them. And you’ll be the one following the rules, not setting them.”

She flops back dramatically. “Jesus! Usually, I have to fight for my safety-first spiel. Now you’re grilling me because I don’t have more limits?”

“We’ll circle back. What’s your safe word?”

She arches an eyebrow at me. “Domino.”

My cock stiffens. “When were you last tested?”

“Two weeks ago.”

“Did you use a condom?”

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