Page 67 of Dirty Husband
The river is visible here. The moon bounces off it, casting subtle highlights all over Hell's Kitchen.
Casting a glow over her tan skin.
She's so fucking beautiful. With her heels, she's only a little shorter than I am. Our bodies nearly line up.
If I turn her around, pin her to the wall—
The angle is perfect. I should surprise her. I should take her now.
But she isn't ready for that. We've barely discussed terms.
"You've never played before," I say.
"I've read things." Her posture stays proud. She's naked, and I'm fully dressed, but she's still holding herself like she has all the cards. She's a natural.
"Some people use a stop sign. Red, yellow, green. I prefer a safe word."
She nods.
"Do you know what a safe word is?"
"I wasn't born yesterday."
"It seems easy, but sometimes, when people are caught up in the scenario, they don't want to use it. Or they're too scared. It's too much. Too real." My head goes there. Again. It always does. That reminder that I'm a sick fuck acting this out. But it's the only thing that works. "I don't usually play non-consensual scenarios."
Her eyes go wide.
"It's a common request."
"I don't think… that's not for me."
"I need to know you're prepared to use a safe word. That you feel comfortable enough."
"How am I supposed to know that?"
I guess I have to test her. It's been a long time since I've done this with someone inexperienced. Longer since I've done it with someone—No, I've never played with someone I fucked normally. Whatever normally means. "I'll start gently."
"I don't need gentle."
"What do you need?"
"I've never really thought about this."
"But you liked what happened in the coat room?"
"Yes."
I raise a brow.
"Yes, sir." She takes a half-step toward me. "I liked all your ideas too."
"I meant what I said."
Her chest heaves with her inhale. She stares at me, daring me to elaborate.
"I'm not touching you until you beg."
"Are you going to define touch?"
