Page 38 of Prey Tell
As much as I love to see how I affect her, I can’t give in. “There are so many stupid things I want to do to you, Parker,” I growl.
Her lips part as she stares up at me. “So do them.”
Fuck.
She’s going to be the death of me.
“It’s time for you to leave,” I tell her. My voice is gentle, but stern.
She crosses her arms. “Fine. I’ll go. But I have one more question.”
I tip my head. “All right.”
“Let’s say I was here as a regular guest. Can you explain what all of this was?”
I shift my weight. I really didn’t want to have this conversation now, but if she’s curious, I can give her enough fuel to go home and do the work herself. A jumpstart, if you will.
“I’m glad you want to know more.”
“You are?” she asks, surprised.
I huff a laugh. “You have no idea, Parker.” Her cheeks flush, and I continue. “If you were a regular guest, and I wanted to pursue you, I would’ve bought you a drink. I would’ve asked—explicitly—what your limits were and what your safe word was. I would’ve gotten enthusiastic consent. Did you see the clock?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She shakes her head, and I make atsk-ing sound with my tongue.
“It’s a countdown.”
“For what?”
“The Hunt.”
Her cheeks turn a brighter red. “Okay. And that is?”
“People who are masked want to play. Predator and prey. The hunt and the catch. It’s not usually a free for all, but if you signed the contract and put on the mask, people might assume you are willing to play. Though most of my acquaintances are fellow Doms or subs who wish to have a little fun at the end of a busy work week. You don’t normally play with someone until you trust them. You need consent. Limits. A safe word. Are you understanding why Ben is so dangerous?”
She nods.
“Good. Stay away from people like him.”
“What do I need to do?” she asks. “If I wanted to explore it.”
My eyes drill into hers.Calm down, Ravage. She’s just curious.
“A hell of a lot of research. You’d need to know your limits. That means knowing what you like and dislike. Sexually. And you’d need to find someone you trust.”
Her eyes glitter as they bore into mine.
I continue, “You need someone you trust, because it will be akin to running from an actual predator. Except youwantto be caught. There is no greater freedom or trust.” I lean forward a couple of inches. Juliet lets out a tiny gasp, and I hold back a smile.It’s so easy to wield my Dominance with her, because she naturally submits to me.I noticed it at her engagement party, too.“Many people have trouble acting on instinct in bed. There are so many protocols and things that are considered taboo or uncouth. That leads people to overthink. Unable to relax. Unable to enjoy themselves. Unable to come,” I purr. She visibly shivers. “With primal play, we act on physical desire and raw emotion. It’s messy. Gritty. Rough. Not for the faint of heart. And,” I add, placing my hands on her shoulders. “It’s not for beginners. It’s an intense experience, and there needs to be a foundation of trust before anything else.”
Before she can respond, I knock on the window. Diego lowers it, and I take a step back from Parker.
“Please escort Ms. Parker back to her home.”
I look at Juliet, and she’s watching me with something I can’t decipher. “One more question,” she says quietly.
I press my lips together. “Make it quick.”
“Give me examples of what you’d do. In this kind of scenario. What could I expect?”
