“Choose one.”
“Um . . . aubergine.”
He snorted. Such a fancy bitch.
“Panties.”
She glanced up and down the hall, but for the moment it was empty. Her eyes were wild with apprehension and excitement, but she reached up under her skirt and slid her panties down, then off, stepping out of them daintily. He took them from her, enjoying the distress in her gaze as he tucked the delicate things into his jeans pocket. Dampness from the scrap of fabric lingered on his fingers.
“I’m going to need those back before I leave. This is a short skirt.”
“You can have them back right now if you take off your dress instead.”
“No!” She glanced around as if embarrassed someone might overhear them. Like anyone would care.
“You have more clothes on than a lot of other submissives here. No one would give you a second glance.” Well, that was a complete lie. She looked like the kind of girl who’d worn a chastity belt in high school and meant it. She was an interesting combination of hot, uptight, good girl—any single or poly Dominant here would want her. He didn’t like that idea. Not that she was his or anything.
Her pretty white teeth tugged at her plump bottom lip. Fuck, that prissy mouth of hers made him hard. Probably too uptight to suck dick without being made to. Her hair would feel so good in his fist as he jammed his cock into her reluctant mouth.
“Your choice. I could also just take you home.”
She shook her head.
“What are your limits?” This was where she realized what she was getting into and hopped a cab home.
“Um . . . pee?” she said, as though her limits needed his approval.
Wow, she did understand what she was signing up for, and she was choosing to stay?
“Excrement. Broken bones. Permanent marks. Animals. Toe sucking. Being hit hard enough to make me bleed.”
“That’s it?” She didn’t have as long of a list as he would have thought.
“Oh, and extra people. I don’t like that idea.”
“Fair enough.” He wasn’t really into sharing anyway.
“How about you?”
He chuckled. “Sunshine, if you stumble across one of my limits, I’ll let you know. I’ve been doing this a long time.”
Tentatively, she went up on her toes and licked his bottom lip.
He kissed her hard again, sliding one hand around her neck and gripping it to keep her in place.
“If we’re doing this, you don’t get training wheels.” Well, he’d take it a little easy on her, but he wasn’t interested in going back to helping a girl figure things out gradually. He hadn’t been that patient since he’d been a fourteen-year-old kid misusing his knowledge of Boy Scout knots on the neighbor’s ecstatic eighteen-year-old daughter.
“I have a safeword,” she said far too trustingly. He could have been some sort of abusive jerk, but it wasn’t his job to teach her to be careful.
He grunted and let her go.
“Last chance to run.”
“You don’t scare me.”
He spun her around and grabbed her wrists, placing her hands flat on the wall.
“Stay.”