"Once I start, there’s no backing down. Once you're mine, I’ll never release you."
"Are you only going to keep saying that, or will you do something about it, too?"
"Choose a safe word," he growls.
"Eh?" I blink rapidly.
"A safe word," he repeats, "choose a safe word. One you will use when you want me to stop what I’m doing to you. But remember, once you do, it’s because you definitely don’t want me to continue what I am doing."
"I don’t need a safe word," I scoff, "I can take everything you do to me."
"I am not like any of the Doms you may have seen perform at your nightclubs. What I ask of you will not be easy. What I demand you to do for me will be beyond your comfort level. So, I’m telling you again, choose a safe word, Princess."
I hold his gaze, and the intent in his is so potent. So real. The lines radiating out from his eyes seem to have deepened in the last few minutes. The expression on his face is so serious, he seems to be in pain.
"Elsa?" He growls, "Choose. The. Fucking. Safe word."
"Oracle," I burst out.
"Oracle?"
"Oracle," I repeat. "It’s oracle."
"Good." He looks me up and down. "Now let's discuss boundaries."
"Boundaries?" I blink.
"Apparently, you haven't been observing carefully on your forays to the BDSM clubs, or you wouldn't be asking me that." He widens his stance. "Boundaries, Princess. Is anything a hard ‘no’ for you? Anything off-limits for you?"
"Off-limits?" I know I’m repeating his words, but somehow, I seem to have lost the ability to think.
"Not that I encourage it, but I wouldn't be a good Dom if I didn't ask you. Is there anything you don't want me to do to you?" He leans in closer, so the heat from his body seems to increase in intensity, so I can see the fine lines around his eyes, so that masculine scent of his seeps into my skin, and it all goes straight to my head.
"You mean like—"
"Like, can I take your ass, your pussy, your mouth... all at the same time, after having tied you up and flogged you and aroused you until you are so slippery, I can use your cum to ease my way inside your backchannel?"
I swallow. All the moisture seems to have dried from my mouth. The space between my legs, on the other hand, is another matter altogether. Why do I find what he's saying so hot? Why do I want him to do exactly that to me?
"Princess?" he growls. "Still waiting for your answer."
"Yes," I whisper, breathless.
His gaze widens. "Are you sure?"
Jesus, can't he just accept what I am saying and let it be? Does he have to ask me to think through all of my answers?
"Well?" He tilts his head. "You sure about this?"
"Yes," I burst out. "Yes, Master."
"Good girl."
I can't stop the flush that sears my cheeks. All he has to do is praise me, and I'm ready to do anything for him.
"There's one more thing..." He narrows his gaze on me. "What I ask of you won't be limited to the physical."
I frown. "You mean—"