Page 9 of Relentless Pursuit

“I don’t remember you being this smug. Is that what being a hotshot attorney does to you?”

“I like your sassy mouth.”I’d like it wrapped around my cock more, but...“As I said, you have a few issues in your answers.”

“So, this is like an interview to match me?”

“Something like that.”

“Do you conduct all the interviews or am I special?”

“You’re very special.” He pointed at the checklist. “A special kind of naïve if you thought some of these answers were a good idea.”

“Who are you to judge?”

“I’m not judging, but it’s my job to make sure you’re safe.”

“Since when?”

“Let me rephrase.” He tried to remain calm, but all he wanted to do was toss her over his lap and smack the shit out of that ass. Maybe then she’d show him some respect. “Blake and I put the safety of our clients first. If we feel anyone is here to be reckless or has no clue what they really want, we don’t have to match them. I realize you’ve chosen one of our more exclusive packages. The platinum package is designed for a very specific clientele. I’m not completely sold that it’s the right option for you.”Unless it’s with me.

“Tell me what I need to do to convince you.”

“Why are you seeking the type of man who will dominate you?” Might as well get right to the point.

“I like a strong man.”

“A man can be strong without being dominant in bed.” He looked down at the tablet. “Why do you need someone to flog you?”

“It sounds kinky.” She shrugged. “I’m not really comfortable discussing this with you.”

“How are you going to allow anyone to do these things to you if you can’t discuss them?” He swiped his finger along the screen. “Riding crops can be...stimulating.” He balled his fist under the table, resting it on his lap when he imagined her naked, blindfolded, and tied to a post. “What’s your fascination with hot wax?”

“It sounds hot.”

He laughed as he read over a few more of her desires. It was all so straightforward. Most of her answers wereyesorno. No details, no elaboration. She kept commenting that if it pleased her partner it would please her.

“You’ve never had anything other than missionary sex, have you?”

“Isn’t it in the file?”

“I asked you to tell me.”Why are you challenging me at every turn? I need you to be more submissive. Show me.“Answer my question.”

“No.”

“No, you won’t answer my question, or no you’ve never had anything other than missionary sex?”

“The latter.”

She couldn’t even repeat what he had asked.

“Yet you’ve indicated you’d like to try anal.”

“Maybe.” She chewed on her lip as her cheeks flushed. Looking around the room, she refused to meet his gaze.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

She quickly shook her head, but she looked as if she’d rather be getting a tooth pulled.

“Anal?” Maybe his line of questioning would make her rethink her silly ideas and she would leave. “Do you want to try that?”

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