Page 70 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
Lily held up the tie and her panties. “Remember, my safe word is pineapple, and yours is?”
She waited for my answer, and I had a vision of her sitting at a desk in one of her work outfits, hair in a bun, glasses perched on her nose, as she tried to teach me a lesson.
Fuck.
I needed to see that some—don’t think about it.
“I’m not the one being tied up.” I grumbled, trying to hide my smile. No woman has ever been so… fun in bed. I don’t know why I expected she wouldn’tbe, but I will fall to my feet and worship whatever god put her in my path just to see this.
“It’s proper etiquette to have and use safe words,” she recited like she taught a manners class. She would be a stern teacher. My dick jerked at the thought.
“Yes, Ms. Jameson.” I ran my hand along her leg, caressing her calf and thigh. “It’s eggs.”
She laughed and shut her thighs tight, trapping my hands.
“No, it’s not. Besides, eggs is a terrible safe word.” She snatched the tie and panties back when I reached for them.
“It’s an excellent safe word.” I tickled the inside of her thigh and reached for the panties again.
“Nope. It has to be one you would never say during sex. Anyway, you already picked one, and that’s not it.” She held her hands up but leaned forward and kissed me on the nose before giggling again and leaning back.
“When would I ever say eggs during sex?”
“Oh, Lily, let’s have sex. I can’t wait to spray my cum inside you so my sperm can meet your eggs, and we can make a baby!” She said in a sing-songy voice that didn’t sound like either of us. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.
“I would never say any of those words—at any point in my life, much less during sex. And I don’t even want kids!” I reached for the panties again and snagged them from her.
“Fantasy and reality aren’t the same thing. Say your real safe word and you can tie me up.” She held her hands in front of her.
“Pterodactyl.” I stuck my tongue out and examined her hands, apparently for too long.
“Do you need to say pterodactyl now?”
“I can still shove these panties in yourmouth, vixen.” I grabbed her hands and loosely tied the panties around her, giving the illusion of tying her up while still giving her an easy out.
“Tighter.” She thrust her hands toward me and twisted out of them easily. “They are too loose.”
“That’s the point.” I tightened them anyway and stuck my finger under them on each wrist to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
“I don’t want to lose track of myself and break free that easily. That would defeat the purpose.” She tested the knot and nodded her head in approval.
Good god, this woman was going to give me a heart attack.
“You are way too trusting.” Panic seized me at the thought of someone else tying her up. She would walk right into a dangerous situation if she wasn’t careful.
“No. I just trust you. No one else.”
Possessive pride replaced the panic so fast it gave me whiplash.
Fuck.
How was I ever going to be with anyone else after this? I knew that answer. I wasn’t.
“Whoreship me, Duke?”
“What?” I drew up short at her command.
“I made the word up. It’s like… in Mesopotamia, some temple priestesses worshiped their goddess through sex. They were among the first recorded sex workers, and they were revered for their devotion and work. They didn’t use the word whore, but part of the etymology of the word described sex work and another part meant desire.” She shrugged.
