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“We will use the standard safe words. Red will end our scene immediately. Use this when you absolutely cannot go any further, things are far too intense, or I have violated a limit. Things are going wrong. I will stop whatever I am doing. Yellow will pause it. I will check in. This is for when you are overwhelmed, but it’s not terrible. You just need a break. Green is when you are ready to start again. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Is there anything else that you want to set as a limit?”

Pressing her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes scanned his features. He wanted to be sure. He wanted to give her every opportunity to set the rules. That was the thing about the submissive. They had all the power to set the rules for him, the dominant, to play the game. “No. I think we are good.”

“Are you ready?” Because fuck him, he was fucking ready. His palms itched for the feel of his canes. His cock twitched, longing to hear her whimpering when it connected with her ass. Oh, her ass; what did it look like under those tiny little boxer shorts? She’d worn just enough to be covered, but so little that he knew the shape of her body. She knew exactly how to tease him.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Closing the remaining distance between them, his hand slinked around her waist, and he felt the heat of her against him. Smooth skin, women always had these skin care routines that made them soft. Whatever she used made her smell like those purple flowers. He couldn’t think of the name. As he ran his nose along the shell of her ear, pushing her hair aside, he heard her suck air between her teeth.

Lilacs. That’s what she smelled like.

“Do you have any toys?” He whispered directly into her ear and felt the goosebumps rise on her flesh as his fingers traced the edge of her panties.

She nodded.

Pulling his hand back, he gently slapped at her hip with one hand while the other reached over and cupped her cheek, urging her to look him in the eye. The heated lust in hers stroked his dominant side. “When I ask you something, you will answer me with words, not head shakes or gestures unless you’re gagged. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Do you have any toys?” he repeated.

“Yes.”

He grinned and stroked both her hip and cheek. “Good girl.”

She squirmed against him in the face of his praise.

“Go get them and lay them out on the ottoman.”

She jerked a bit in his grasp, and Dash laughed. There was something about women and their toys. There was a bit of shame with their vibrators. He didn’t get it, but he wanted to know what he had to work with. Plus, he wasn’t above exploiting that embarrassment.

When she didn’t move, he pulled his hands back and shifted back on the couch. Lifting his brows in expectation, he waited. Taking a deep breath, she pushed up off the couch and slowly made her way down the hall to what he assumed would be her room.

While she was gone, he opened his bag and lay out what he’d brought. He hadn’t unpacked from the play party, so he had the same things. The only thing he’d added was a speaker that hooked up to his phone. Setting it up on the side table, Halestorm came through the speaker on a low enough volume that her neighbors wouldn’t hear anything they did through the walls.

Carrying a small tote, Gingersnap came down the hall and stopped when he assumed she heard the music. A smile spread on her lips as I Am the Fire came on. Taking the few steps remaining into the room, she kneeled beside the ottoman and laid out the things that were inside the tote.

A plug-in Hitachi-style vibrator, a standard insertable vibrator, an average size butt plug, lube, rope, several different style ball gags, a blind fold, and a riding crop. He nodded at the assortment. Though, most of it looked unused. How disappointing.

Approaching Gingersnap, Dash stood behind her, pressing his front against her back. He wasn’t sure if the tightness in her body was related to embarrassment or anxiety tied to playing with a new partner. Either way, he’d use it.

He slid his hands down her arms. “Tell me about them,” he whispered in her ear as he spread his fingers over her hips, digging the tips into her flesh.

When she took a deep breath, her body slid against his. “I-I don’t don’t know wh-what you want me to s-say,” she stammered.

Using the length of his beard, which he knew to be rather coarse against shoulder skin, he nipped at her neck. “I’ll clarify.” He kissed gently between gentle bites that had her heating more against him. “I want to know what you’ve used. Start with what you’ve used the least and work your way up to what you’ve used the most.”

Another deep breath, and some of the tightness left as she leaned back into him. As expected, the butt plug wasn’t something she’d used. Curious. He liked that she had something she hadn’t used. As expected, the rope and the Hitachi were the most used items.

While she spoke, his hands slid around her stomach, up under her shirt, over her bra, down over her boxers, into her boxers, and over her panties. She writhed against him when he grazed her pussy, but didn’t directly touch her there. The panties were already damp, and he hadn’t even really done anything. His exploration of her body while she spoke taught him the parts of her that were sensitive.

Every time her words faltered, or she took a deep breath, he knew he hit something good. Nipples were a delightful spot. Her inner arms. Her neck made her shiver. He liked that.

Stepping from behind her, he selected his cuffs and her rope. Running the rope over his hands, he assessed its quality. For what he wanted to do, he’d need to combine both of their ropes.

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