Page 68 of Dirty Husband
"No."
"Or beg?"
"No."
"So it's all by your terms."
"Our terms. My limits. Your limits. Everything is within those bounds."
She nods. After years working in finance, she understands contracts. "What are your limits?"
"I always initiate."
She nods in agreement.
"You only touch me if I demand it."
"Anywhere?"
"Anywhere." I bite my tongue, praying she won't ask me to explain. A lot of women do. The more eager ones understand immediately. They love the idea of letting go completely. Others find it strange. They're used to men begging for their touch. They aren't used to earning it.
"When we're playing or always?"
It's a good question. "When we're playing. With other people around—"
"We're pretending?"
"Yes."
Her expression gets curious, but she still nods. "This is all your demands?"
"You following my demands. Is that what you want?"
Her breath hitches. "I think so. I haven't done that before. But I like the idea."
"Good." My eyes drop to her chest. Fuck, I probably should have waited to order her out of her clothes. There are too many things I want to do to her. "It sounds selfish. I'm sure you think of me as selfish. Maybe I am. But not here. I'm reading you, making sure I give you what you need."
She nods with understanding.
"What about your limits?"
"I've never thought about it."
"Would you like to be tied up?"
Her eyes meet mine. "Yes."
"Slapped?"
"Not on the face."
"Will you crawl?"
"Crawl? Why would I crawl?"
I'm moving too fast for her. There's too much she doesn't know. "To show obedience."
Her pupils dilate. "Maybe."
