She didn’t answer him, exactly. “Do you have a submissive?”
“I’m not sure what you read, but hell no. If I was seeing someone right now, I wouldn’t be here with you. I may be a kinky bastard, but I’m a monogamous kinky bastard.” He wiped the scowl from his face and forced calm into his voice. “I’ve dated women who were subs, and those relationships may have started out with the domination and submission aspect first, but that’s not all they were to me.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t really any of my business, was it?”
Nice going, Kohler. “Babe, if we’re going to give this a try, yeah. It’s your business. What else is going on inside that brain of yours?”
She blurted the words out quickly. “One of the things I read last night talked about Doms using pet names. I was wondering...oh, never mind.”
He fought back a grin he figured she wouldn’t find funny. She was jealous, and he liked it. It meant she was feeling possessive about him, hopefully the same way he felt about her. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever called kitten. But if it bothers you, I’ll stop.”
When she spoke her voice was low. “No, don’t. I like it.”
“Good to know. Speaking of things you like, now’s a good time to talk about limits. We talked about those last night. Is there anything you absolutely don’t want to do?” Her eyes got big and round and lost, and he realized she probably didn’t have any idea what kinds of things he was talking about. “For example, yesterday I fucked your mouth. It was a soft limit for you then. How do you feel about it now? Still a soft limit? A hard limit?”
A tiny noise escaped her throat. “Not a limit.”
He grinned. “That works for me.”
She sat quiet for a long minute and then she sighed. Not a small one, but a deep, lung-emptying one. He was about to ask if she was okay when she spoke. “I feel like an idiot saying this, but...like what else?”
He fingered a lock of her hair. “Anything. Would it help if I gave you mine, first?”
Her eyes widened. “You have limits?”
His laugh came out like a snort. “Hell yeah, I have limits. And what that means is if there’s something on my hard-limit list you wanted to try, you’re out of luck. No other partners. No age play. No knives. No needles. No blood play. No scat.”
She choked. “Excuse me? No scat?”
He shrugged. “Some people engage in play that includes urine and feces. I don’t judge, but that’s not my thing.”
“Or mine!”
He grinned. “Also good to know. How about I tell you what I do like, and you can tell me what does and doesn’t appeal to you.” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Oral sex.”
She raised a brow, a flash of humor in her eyes. “Didn’t we already cover that? Because I’m pretty sure I did that to you yesterday.”
“We didn’t discuss me going down on you.”
Her pulse fluttered wildly in her neck. “Not a limit.”
“Vaginal sex.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not a limit.”
“Anal sex.”
She froze like a deer in the headlights. “No, I don’t think...no.”
“Kitten, it’s okay. If that’s a limit for you, we don’t do it.” Admittedly, it was a disappointing limit because it was something he enjoyed, but he was a big boy and he’d get over it. Hell, she could always change her mind. And if she didn’t, there were so many other things he could do to her.
She relaxed slightly, her breath easing out in a small gust. “Okay.”
“Being tied up?”
Heat surged into her eyes and her nipples hardened under her sweater. He clenched his hands against the steering wheel to keep from reaching out to touch her.
“Not a limit.”