Chapter 141: Matt
His slight grin barely tipped the corners of his mouth. "I want a wild night of sex, but on my terms. I will only do what you allow, but I need you to understand my needs. If this is something you have no interest in, I'll pick up my bag," he nodded to the floor behind his chair, "and leave. I won't force my kinks on you."
Kink had so many forms and she'd read about sadism and masochism, but pain during sex flat out scared her. "Do you want to hurt me?"
His smile increased. "No, I have no intention of hurting you. I would like to play, and my kind of play becomes intense."
She shook her head. "I can't believe we're talking about this."
"Talk... communication is a must. If you say yes to trying things my way, I'll stop anything you're not okay with whenever you tell me." He continued to focus on her. "How many times do you normally orgasm when you have sex?"
Oh, God, she couldn't believe he asked, and her hands came up to cover her eyes. Warm fingers took ahold of hers and lifted them away. She had no choice but to look at him.
"How many?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, "One... if I'm lucky."
He laughed, the jerk. "I can promise several."
A little of her mental backbone appeared. "You can, can you?"
"Yes, I can."
She looked back at the wall and realized he was probably right, the smug ass. He waited patiently and allowed her mind to run through the good and bad possibilities. She took a deep breath, made her decision, and then turned to meet his gaze. "Yes."
His smile disappeared and the all-consuming timbre of his voice caused her panties to flood. "I promise to make you come repeatedly tonight."
She finally smiled and her courage returned. "Then stop talking about it."
He stood suddenly and grabbed her hand, pulling her after him as he scooped up his bag and headed to the couch.
"The light?" she said in panic.
"No, I want to see you."
"Oh, God."
"If that's what you want to call me." He smiled, letting her know he was joking. Then he stopped and stared at her for a moment with a considering look. "Sit down here."
"It's a couch bed."
"Don't worry about it." He pulled her down beside him and started to say something, but then kissed her cheeks with a soft butterfly touch of his lips before pulling away and unzipping his bag. She couldn't see what was inside because he'd laid it to the side away from her. He withdrew a piece of long black material and smiled.
"You want to tie me up?" Panic instantly seized her.
His grin disappeared and his hand smoothed a piece of hair from her face, the rough texture of his fingers causing an electric thrill to pass along her nerve endings. His voice assured her, "No. We're playing for the first time. You don't know me well enough to let me tie you up, but with this," he gave her the cloth, "I'd like to cover your eyes."
She skimmed her fingers over the soft, silky material and then tried to glimpse around him to the bag. "What else is in there?" Her pulse slowed again.
His wicked smile returned. "Good question." He placed the bag on his lap and withdrew several items, handing them to her one at a time. "They're new. I purchased them today."
"I think I know what they are, but I'm not real up to date on the latest sex gadgets." The colors, contours, and controls amazed her.
His eyes sparkled. "I'll explain." He took the three-inch silver oval, which was attached to a controller, from her hand. "This is a bullet vibrator. I prefer it for clit play."
She'd never dreamed of having this conversation with a man, but the words went straight to the part of her body he mentioned. He took the other vibrator from her hand. "This is a rabbit. It works both inside your pussy and on your clit."
She squirmed and crossed her legs. "What else is in your bag?"
His grin widened knowingly at her discomfort and he pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, and then unzipped a small bag and handed over two long silver tweezers. She stared in question at the funny contraptions.
"Nipple clamps."
Her breath caught. "You want to do all of this tonight?"
His eyes flashed with intensity. "Yes."
If he didn't stop using that sexy resonance with each word, she wouldn't need him to touch her in order to have an orgasm. She was one-hundred percent certifiably crazy for considering this, but she asked, "What else is in there?"
"I think this is a good start." Each word vibrated all the way to her toes.
"Do these hurt?" She jingled the two clips together.
"They can, but I'll let you decide how tight you can handle them."
She looked away. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this."
His hand came out and one finger brought her chin around. "It all stops if you want it to. The word 'red' is most often used."
"Red?"
"'No,' 'no more,' and 'stop' are often said when in the heat of the moment. You need a word that means stop immediately."
"A safeword."
"Yes." His lip quirked at the corner. "Have you played before?"
Heat flooded her cheeks. "No, but I've read a few books."
The sexy quirk of his lips deepened. "Fiction or non-fiction?"
"Fiction."
"Hmm, that's not always a good thing. Do you have any questions you want to ask first?"
She needed to know, "Do you ever have vanilla sex?"
"Not for many years."
"You make kink sound simple."
"It is to me. You asked what was in my bag before I could put the blindfold on." His grin turned wicked. "There are many toys I'd love to introduce you to."
There went her skyrocketing heartbeat again. "You promise not to tie me up?"
"Not tonight."
Her jean shorts were the only thing keeping the couch dry... so far. He wasn't forcing her, and for some unknown reason she trusted him. George and Starla knew about her date, and everything he said just made her crave the chance to please him. "Blindfold me."
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