Page 43 of Her Greatest Adventure

“I told you that mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble. Now, take off your dress and sit on the bed. Then we’ll discuss rules.”

“So, you’re saying yes?”

“That depends on how well you can take orders, which so far doesn’t look promising.”

“I’m not wearing a bra.”

A brow quirks. “That’s not new information.”

Alright then.With a quick inhale, I pull my dress up and over my head and then lay it over his shirt on the chair. The change in temperature has my nipples tightening. I don’t have to glance down to know they’re hard and pointed directly at him.

“Sit,” he orders, softer this time.

I move around him and do as he says, the bedding smooth and cool beneath my thighs. “Was this a test?”

He turns to face me and meets my stare, his eyes seemingly intent on not wandering.I wish they would.

“Yes. It’s one thing to say you want something, and it’s another to actually mean it. If we do this, there’s no forgetting it ever happened. You’ll remember this for the rest of your life, and I won’t have you hating me or yourself for it.”

“You think awful highly of yourself to believe I’ll never forget what we do together,” I mutter before I can think better of it.

Those intense eyes flare with heat. “I don’t just believe it, Adalyn. I can guarantee it.”

“We’ll see.”

He hums low in his throat, eyes dipping to my chest. I can’t help but arch beneath the weight of his stare. “When did you get your nipples pierced?”

“Two years ago.”

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision I made while standing in front of my bathroom mirror, naked and wet from a shower, curious as to what my boobs would look like pierced. A few hours later, I had bars through both nipples, and six months after that, I became a nipple play whore.

“Are they sensitive?” he asks.

“Very.”

“Show me.”

My lips part on a silent gasp, my stomach dipping with both anticipation and a new kind of nervousness. He must take my silence as a refusal because before I can take my next breath, he’s closed the distance between us and pinched my chin between two fingers, using the grip to tip my head back.

“I want you to play with your nipples while I tell you how this is going to work. If you’re not comfortable enough to do that with me, then we’re not continuing. I’m not going to force you into something you think you’re ready for but really aren’t. This isn’t a simple transaction. We’re not going to risk relationships with those we love over something you don’t really want. I’m taking this risk because there’s no possible way I’m letting you do these things with anyone you don’t trust. Do you understand?”

I nod quickly, speaking a foreign concept.

His thumb travels the length of my bottom lip. “You are in control of this. This is your list, your fantasy. If you change your mind, it’s done. We back away. We move on and continue this trip the way we were this morning. But if you’re sure, you need to show me. If you decide afterward that this isn’t what you want, we stop, but there won’t be much forgetting once we start.”

“I understand,” I breathe.

Without hesitating any longer, I bring my hands to my breasts and brush my thumbs over my nipples before pinching them softly. The swell of pleasure between my legs is instant, and I bite my lip to stifle a whimper. Approval glows in his eyes, and it only intensifies the feeling.

“You’re in charge of what we do, but I don’t release control easily. I need some semblance of it. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. We’ll need a safe word so I know when you’re uncomfortable and want to stop.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He watches me tug at my nipples, the diamonds on the tips of the bars between them bumping against my fingers. The useless scrap of fabric between my legs is drenched, and as I squeeze them together, I feel my arousal slick on my inner thighs.

“Pick a word.”

“Please.” It escapes me without a second thought.

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