Page 101 of Heart of Stone

As I rifled through one of my desk drawers in search of highlighters, I was dumbfounded over a how quickly Krystina was able to diffuse my temper. When she came into my office, I had every intention of solely focusing on business and calling it quits on the other half of the deal. After all, she had left me alone last night.

When I needed her.

But then she walked into my office. Just the sight of her stopped me in my tracks. As much as I tried, I couldn’t concentrate on the business in front of me. Gone was the thought of ending the personal side of our agreement. I could only focus on her alluring face, and the memory of her head thrown back in passion. And although she was now clothed in tight jeans and a Wally’s t-shirt, I couldn’t help but to envision the sight of her perfect breasts molded in my hands, responsive to every touch.

I walked back over to where Krystina was sitting and held out my hand to show her the findings – a red marker, and a yellow and green highlighter.

“I thought that you could use the red Sharpie to cross off any definite ‘no’, the yellow highlighter for a ‘maybe’ and the green one for a ‘yes’. Is that OCD enough for you?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Alex. But, yes – this will work just fine,” she bit out, snatching the colored markers out of my hand.

I watched her run her finger down the list, immediately taking the red marker to cross off caning.

“Remember what I said, Krystina. I won’t hurt you,” I said, interrupting the striking of her script.

“I know you wouldn’t,” she said, and I was curious as to why she was suddenly so certain of that. Perhaps I was finally beginning to gain her trust.

“I’m glad that you’re starting to have a little bit of faith in me. Keeping that in mind, you shouldn’t cross things off so quickly.”

“This particular thing, it’s not about trust or faith, Alex. It just sounds so medieval. The whole idea is a turn off.”

I simply nodded and allowed her to go back to the list.

She highlighted spanking in green, having already experienced the feel of my hand on her ass, but hesitated over flogging and whipping. She almost color-coded them red, but picked up the yellow marker instead. However, before she could mark them, I stopped her hand.

“Remember the soft feel of the flogger in your hands from last night. Trust me, Krystina.”

I saw the question in her eyes, deep and probing. But after a brief moment of indecision, she coded both green.

“Okay. I can make sense of most of the bondage part of the list, but you’ll have to explain suspension to me,” she said, needing more clarification.

“It’s just like it sounds. I suspend you from the rails of my bed, leaving your body free for me to do what ever I’d like.”

Her head snapped up to look at me. Those big browns went big, as if she were picturing herself suspended in the air. My cock twitched and I shifted slightly in my seat, the image filling my own head.

Krystina. Spread out and on display.

We are never going to make it through the list if I keep picturing all of this stuff.

I hoped she wouldn’t continue to question every little thing. Detailed descriptions of what I wanted to do to her were killing me. As it was, I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and embed myself in her satin heat. Right here, right now. On the couch in my office.

Patience. Get through the list first. Gain her acceptance.

In the end, she highlighted suspension in green, and I breathed a small sigh of relief when she moved on to the next thing.

“Hog tie?” she mused the question out loud, but thankfully I didn’t have to give her an explanation that would torture my groin further. Her scarlet cheeks told me that she knew the answer almost as soon as she voiced the question.

“I’m going to ask you not to go through and highlight the list of enhancements. Over time, I will get to know your body better than you do and I’ll know how far you can be pushed. Will you just let me use my judgment on those?” I asked her.

“I don’t see why not. There isn’t anything too crazy on here,” she observed, scanning the rest of the list.

“See? This stuff isn’t as bad as you originally thought, is it?”

She almost nodded in agreement, but then her eyes rested on something that had her head shaking back and forth.

“Wait, hang on. I don’t know about the anal bea – .”

“Do you trust me?” I asked again, cutting her off.

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