Page 97 of Ward Willing
“Zoe,” I say sternly.
She tilts her head as her eyes skim over my face, then to my chest, and finally… to my straining cock pressing against my pants.
“Let me touch you,” she begs. “Please.”
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I say, sighing as I run my hand down my face.
I consider letting her touch me before we talk, but then I remember her pained expression earlier when I held her face, and I reluctantly hold myself back.
“I need to know what you expect from me—from this. I’m brand new to this… lifestyle.”
“Can’t we talk after?” she asks, reaching for me.
With every fiber of thin resistance still holding my self-control together, I push her hand away.
“Look at me,” I growl. Her smile disappears as she faces me fully. “I don’t want to push your limits. I never want to see you cry like that again unless it’s from pleasure. I didn’t enjoy watching that. So, yes. We need to talk before we go any further.”
She gives me a small smile. “Fine.”
“Lay it on me,” I tell her, rubbing my jaw.
“Okay…” she says slowly. “To be honest, I think it comes naturally to you. That night in Catalina was…” She bites her lower lip. “We can use the traffic light system. Green means keep going, yellow means pause and/or evaluate, and red means stop the scene.”
My brows furrow. “Scene?”
She sits up straighter. “We have to decide if it’ll be ‘scenes’ or if you want me as your sub 24/7.”
Fuck me.
“As amazing as that sounds, I think we’ll both need breaks from this dynamic, no?”
She nods enthusiastically. “I agree.”
“Okay, so only in the bedroom, so to speak. What about limits? Do you have any?”
“I have a couple. Things that involve pee or other types of bodily waste…” she says, grimacing.
I’d looked at a few lists of limits, but I must’ve missed that.
“Got it. What else?” I ask, rocking back on my heels.
She looks down as if she’s shy, so I walk over to the bed and sit down next to her—but not too close. She’s supposed to be the experienced one, so I start speaking gently.
“I need you to be open with me, little rebel. This will only work if we’re communicating. I’m not going to make you sign your soul away, but I need to know these things since I’m so new.”
She looks up and gives me a soft smile. “I know that. You’re doing great,” she says gently. “It’s annoying how natural this comes to you.”
“Don’t change the subject,” I tell her, leaning back.
“I was merely making an observation.”
“Tell me, then.”
She smirks. “I’m not a fan of any sort of water play. Aside from what I told you, my other hard limits are asphyxiation and breath play.”
“Choking?” I ask, trying to keep my voice nonchalant.
She nods. “Anything having to do with water, or breathing…” She looks away.
