“Oh, I like how you negotiate,” he whispered. “But one thing needs to be made clear. I’m the top. You’re the sweet bottom when it comes to sex. For now, you tell me to stop and I will, but you’re not a novice. I’m going to want some fairly kinky things from you.”

The word kink sent a thrill up her spine. It made her wriggle and squirm. It had her nipples hard, and she was very aware of her pussy. Soft and getting wet, her pussy suddenly seemed like the core of her being. “I’m good with that.”

“Take off the robe for me.”

Her hands went to her waist, undoing the tie that held the robe together. She let it fall open. This was what she needed. She needed to forget about all her worries for a while and merely listen to the sound of his voice. She needed to let go and give over to a man she could trust to take care of her.

“Oh, fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I expected. All these months I’ve avoided watching your scenes because I knew when you got naked you would be even better than what I could imagine.”

“There weren’t all that many scenes,” she admitted.

He moved his arm, allowing the robe to drop away and giving him access to her naked flesh. “How many? I need to know how much experience you have. I don’t want to move too fast.”

Talky Dom. “I’m not a virgin. I’m good. Let’s go.”

He shifted her, picking her up with strength that took her breath away. One minute she was sitting on his left thigh and the next she was on both his taut quadriceps, her knees hooked over his. He spread his legs out, causing hers to follow and leaving her completely vulnerable to him, her pussy open and wanting. She couldn’t sit up. She needed to lie back against him to find some balance. This was what he wanted, her dependent on him, helpless against what he was going to do to her.

It was how he liked to play.

“Here’s the first lesson,” he growled against her ear. “Don’t push me. I’m going to take my time. I agreed to your demands. I promise I won’t get out of your bed until you’ve passed out from how many times I’m going to make you come, but how we get there will be all my way. Do I make myself clear?”

His way. All the way. All the way to screaming orgasms. “Yes.”

She felt the fine edge of his teeth on her ear. “Yes?”

She was out of practice. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Master Remy.”