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Author: Fallon Blake
what an
asshole he was. Well, still is.” She paused, probing him with her violet stare.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything.”
“Why me? You could have anyone you want.”
“What you really want to know is why I chose you over one of
the other models, right?”
Her eyes narrowed skeptically as she looked at him. “That’s
part of it.”
She was intelligent and a little suspicious. Had she blindly
accepted his proposal, he’d have known immediately he’d pegged her all wrong.
If he wanted a real shot at making her his submissive, he’d have to play this
nice and easy at first, which was exactly why he’d told her three days. Three
days made it seem casual, as if it were nothing serious. But he had a very
distinct feeling that this would be anything but casual between them.
“It’s not because I thought you might be easier, so erase
that thought if it’s there. Aside from you being the most beautiful woman in
the room, it’s rare to find a natural submissive who isn’t a doormat. I have a
few days off since it’s the end of the season and I can’t think of anyone I’d
rather spend them with. It’s as simple as that, Indigo. Now let’s talk about
your limits.”
Her brow creased. “Um, I don’t know what my limits are.”
Either she was into hardcore BDSM and had no real limits or
she’d yet to have them tested. He’d bet his share of the restaurant it was the
latter. She didn’t strike him as a pain-hungry submissive. He’d played with a
few who fell into that category and heavy pain play wasn’t his kink. “Don’t
know or don’t have any?” he inquired.
“I’ve—I’ve never… God, by the way I’m stuttering you’d think
I was one of the brainless boob jobs out there.” She sighed as if she were
disgusted with herself then looked him directly in the eyes and continued. “I
know of the BDSM lifestyle, but haven’t had the chance to explore it for
myself. I’ve always been curious. I’ve just never met anyone I wanted to take
me there…until you.” She uttered the last words so quietly he almost missed
them.
The fact she wanted him to be the first to dominate her made
his dick swell. It was archaic and primitive, but he couldn’t help the
satisfaction that spread through him knowing he’d be the first to venture into
that territory with her. “You have no idea how much that pleases me.”
Her cheeks warmed to a soft pink. “I’m blushing again aren’t
I? I am so not the girl who blushes. I’m not shy. I mean I model for a fetish
agency. I’m happy with my body. I’m not embarrassed by it and it’s not like I’m
some virginal innocent. I should not be blushing now, but for some
reason I just can’t seem to help myself around you. And I should really just
shut up.” She forced out a breath, expanding her cheeks.
“No, you shouldn’t. Your candor is one of the reasons you’re
here. No pretenses, Indigo. There’s no need for that. If you feel like saying
something, please say it. I don’t think you’re the disrespectful or disobedient
type. It’ll be very nice not having vocal restrictions in place.”
Her brow creased again. “Vocal restrictions?”
“Yes. There are submissives who need strict rules about
speaking or they tend to say things for the sole purpose of receiving
punishment,” he informed her.
Indie looked positively appalled. “You’re joking.”
“Afraid not. I happen to like conversation so I tend to stay
away from bratty, masochistic submissives. You’re not a brat are you?”
A loud bawdy laugh burst out of her—the kind of laugh that
made him want to laugh right along with her. He was really going to enjoy this
woman. Three days might not be nearly enough, especially if she turned out to
be as natural and responsive as he thought she’d be.
“Maybe when I was a kid. Yeah sure. Trouble was kind of my
middle name. But I’m a big girl now and my bratty days are behind me.”
“We’ll see. Let’s talk about the
asshole he was. Well, still is.” She paused, probing him with her violet stare.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything.”
“Why me? You could have anyone you want.”
“What you really want to know is why I chose you over one of
the other models, right?”
Her eyes narrowed skeptically as she looked at him. “That’s
part of it.”
She was intelligent and a little suspicious. Had she blindly
accepted his proposal, he’d have known immediately he’d pegged her all wrong.
If he wanted a real shot at making her his submissive, he’d have to play this
nice and easy at first, which was exactly why he’d told her three days. Three
days made it seem casual, as if it were nothing serious. But he had a very
distinct feeling that this would be anything but casual between them.
“It’s not because I thought you might be easier, so erase
that thought if it’s there. Aside from you being the most beautiful woman in
the room, it’s rare to find a natural submissive who isn’t a doormat. I have a
few days off since it’s the end of the season and I can’t think of anyone I’d
rather spend them with. It’s as simple as that, Indigo. Now let’s talk about
your limits.”
Her brow creased. “Um, I don’t know what my limits are.”
Either she was into hardcore BDSM and had no real limits or
she’d yet to have them tested. He’d bet his share of the restaurant it was the
latter. She didn’t strike him as a pain-hungry submissive. He’d played with a
few who fell into that category and heavy pain play wasn’t his kink. “Don’t
know or don’t have any?” he inquired.
“I’ve—I’ve never… God, by the way I’m stuttering you’d think
I was one of the brainless boob jobs out there.” She sighed as if she were
disgusted with herself then looked him directly in the eyes and continued. “I
know of the BDSM lifestyle, but haven’t had the chance to explore it for
myself. I’ve always been curious. I’ve just never met anyone I wanted to take
me there…until you.” She uttered the last words so quietly he almost missed
them.
The fact she wanted him to be the first to dominate her made
his dick swell. It was archaic and primitive, but he couldn’t help the
satisfaction that spread through him knowing he’d be the first to venture into
that territory with her. “You have no idea how much that pleases me.”
Her cheeks warmed to a soft pink. “I’m blushing again aren’t
I? I am so not the girl who blushes. I’m not shy. I mean I model for a fetish
agency. I’m happy with my body. I’m not embarrassed by it and it’s not like I’m
some virginal innocent. I should not be blushing now, but for some
reason I just can’t seem to help myself around you. And I should really just
shut up.” She forced out a breath, expanding her cheeks.
“No, you shouldn’t. Your candor is one of the reasons you’re
here. No pretenses, Indigo. There’s no need for that. If you feel like saying
something, please say it. I don’t think you’re the disrespectful or disobedient
type. It’ll be very nice not having vocal restrictions in place.”
Her brow creased again. “Vocal restrictions?”
“Yes. There are submissives who need strict rules about
speaking or they tend to say things for the sole purpose of receiving
punishment,” he informed her.
Indie looked positively appalled. “You’re joking.”
“Afraid not. I happen to like conversation so I tend to stay
away from bratty, masochistic submissives. You’re not a brat are you?”
A loud bawdy laugh burst out of her—the kind of laugh that
made him want to laugh right along with her. He was really going to enjoy this
woman. Three days might not be nearly enough, especially if she turned out to
be as natural and responsive as he thought she’d be.
“Maybe when I was a kid. Yeah sure. Trouble was kind of my
middle name. But I’m a big girl now and my bratty days are behind me.”
“We’ll see. Let’s talk about the