Page 103 of Tell Me What You Want

“I loved experiencing that with you. It was incredible,” he says.

“For me, it was strange. Different. But also curious. And I saw how much you liked it when Andrés and Frida touched me.”

“Mmm ... I get off watching your face, sweet thing! I love how you open your mouth and then twist and arch ... Drives me loco.”

We both laugh.

“Listen, about the party tonight ... if you don’t want to go ...”

“Oh, I want to go.”

“Sure?”

“Totally.”

My decision seems to have caught him off guard.

“You don’t want to go?”

“No, it’s not that ...”

“Is there another woman I should worry about?”

Eric laughs. “Not a one. I’ve just played with them and ...”

“Have you played with a lot of them?”

“Yes.”

That’s unsettling.

“Played a lot? A lot a lot?”

“A lot a lot. I’ve known some of these women about ten years, sweetness. But you have nothing to worry about. I, on the other hand, have much to worry about. You’ll be new, and I’m sure a lot of men will be watching you and hoping you’ll choose them.”

“You think?”

Eric nods, and his eyes darken. He suddenly seems wary, and that alarms me. Is he jealous?

“Yes, I think so. But don’t forget, love, that ...”

“We’ll only do it with who I want to do it. Or am I wrong about that?”

“No,” he says as he pushes a lock of hair away from my face.

I swallow some of my coffee.

“Are you going to offer me to another man?”

My question surprises him again. As usual, he thinks about it and finally responds with his own question. “Would you like me to?”

“Yes ... I was excited to feel I belonged to you. It really turned me on last night.”

He laughs aloud and gives me a kiss on the lips.

“Miss Flores, are you talking about having a master? Didn’t you say you didn’t like S and M?”

“I don’t,” I stress. “But I like feeling like I belong to you.”

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