Page 48 of Cartel Viper
“What?”
“No more panties.”
“Why?”
“Because you belong to me. All of you, so that includes that pretty pink pussy. When I want it, I’ll have it.”
I waggle my eyebrows, and she giggles. It softens my words, and I’m certain I look as excited as I feel.
“Yes, Daddy.”
The panties join the pile of clothes on the floor. She’ll learn I’m serious even if I made her laugh.
“Come here.”
I extend my hand, and she takes it. I tug her toward me. When she’s standing nearly toe-to-toe with me, I put my index finger’s knuckle beneath her chin and tip her head back. Nowwe’re gazing at each other rather than her attention being on the floor.
“Maddy, we’ve never done this before. I’ve spanked you but not given you a genuine punishment before. I don’t know what you can manage, and you don’t know my strength yet.”
Her eyes dart to my chest then my arms. When she focuses on my face again, I see the spark of lust.
“I’m plenty aware of your strength, Daddy.”
“You know what I mean. Have you ever had a safe word before?”
As soon as the phrase leaves my mouth, I want to wince. Of course, she hasn’t had one with a boyfriend who beat her. If she did, he never respected it.
“Drew wasn’t my first boyfriend, and he didn’t start abusing me until a couple years in. It was when I moved in with him. Before that, we were a little kinky.”
I don’t want to know what that means, but I know I should understand her experience with anything to do with BDSM.
“Bondage?”
“Yes. Handcuffs, his ties. Sometimes it was my wrists behind my back or tied to the bed. He’d give me a playful swat, but it was never a spanking. There were some toys too.”
“Pick something I can’t confuse for stop when you don’t mean it or misunderstand when you mean enough.”
“Fallopian.”
“As in the tubes?”
“I am a midwife.”
I stare at her for a moment before I shrug and smile. If Fallopian is her safe word, so be it. It’s not mine to reason why. It’s something I’m certain she’s said a million times and can remember, but it’s not something I imagine she’d ever want to say during sex.
“Is there anything that’s a hard pass?”Will anything trigger you?
I can’t ask that second part aloud. Maybe I should, but I can’t bring myself to. From her expression, she knows I’m thinking it.
“I’m not into any R. Kelly stuff, but I don’t think there’s anything else I wouldn’t at least try with you. We might find something I can’t do, but I don’t know yet.”
“That’s fair. If anything reminds you of the past, scares you, makes you even a smidge uneasy, you tell me immediately. Safe word or not, you tell me, Maddy.”
“I know. I promise.”
“How serious do you think your transgression was?”
She stares at me as though I’m an idiot. She takes a moment to respond because she can’t believe I asked something she clearly believes is asinine.
