Page 26 of Reveal Me
‘I never do.’ She arches a perfectly plucked dark eyebrow and pops the fork full of food into her mouth. I watch as her lips move, and an appreciative moan slips out. My blood heats in my veins. ‘This is so good.’ She points a perfectly manicured red glossy nail at her plate. ‘Practically orgasmic,’ she says in a voice that dares me to challenge her.
‘And you are so bad. Look at you. All you can think about is sex.’
‘So punish me.’ Fire dances in irises as she gives a shimmy of her shoulders that shakes her breasts. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. My fingers itch to put her over my knee and spank her, but I can’t—not here. I’ve never had relations with a sub, or potential sub in this case, outside of Reveal.
‘Don’t tempt me.’ Given the direction this conversation has taken already, we may as well get to the point. ‘What did you think of the contract?’
She swallows her food, reaches for the crisp white linen napkin in front of her, and dabs her mouth. Her lipstick doesn’t budge. Would it come off on my cock? I’d love to find out.
Fuck’s sake, Sean. Get a grip.
She reaches for her champagne again. ‘There are a couple of points I’d like to negotiate.’
I knew it. Which point was too much for her? My guess is on the anal play. Shame, I was looking forward to fucking her tight little ass.
‘Go on.’ I eye her over the top of my glass and bite back the smug smile that is threatening my lips.
‘Firstly, section 6.1 Time parameters. I want four nights in the club, not two.’
I scoff. ‘You have no idea what you’re asking for. Your body will be sore. You’ll be exhausted, physically and mentally.’ I don’t add that my usual submissives are at my beck and call five nights a week. But the less time she spends in my club, the less chance she has of getting caught there by her security detail. They seem pretty fucking useless, given the ease at which she can sneak about, but it’s still a considerable risk.
‘It’s for three months. I think I can handle it.’
‘You have no idea what you can handle.’ I hold her eye. ‘Yet.’
She stares back with that unwavering defiance again.
‘Fine, we’ll up it to three nights per week.’
‘With a review to moving it to four after a month’s settling-in period.’ Her gaze drops to my mouth, then back to meet my eye again.
‘Fine.’ When I get started, she could be clawing at the door to escape on the first night anyway. ‘What else?’
‘Hard limits.’
Satisfaction flickers in my chest. I knew it. ‘What would you like to add to it?’
‘Nothing.’
‘So you’re okay with anal?’
She splutters, then catches herself. ‘Ithinkso.’
‘You’ve never tried it before?’ For some reason the thought I’m going to be the first man to go there makes me fucking feral.
‘No.’ She looks to the floor. ‘But I’d like to… with you.’
Something stirs in my chest as my imagination runs riot with all the things I want to do to her. I bite my tongue tostop it from saying something stupid like, ‘Let’s start right this second.’
‘Which hard limit is troubling you?’
She eyes me for a long beat, then her gaze flicks to my lips. ‘Kissing on the mouth.’
‘No.’ I shake my head. ‘That’s a hard limit for a reason.’
‘The reason being?’ She inclines her head.
‘It’s too intimate.’
