Careful What You Ask For by Candace Blevins

me a sideways look. “I thought you and Dozer were a thing?”
    “Ummm, no. Not at all.”
    “C’mon Briana — the room smelled like you’d had sex dozens of times. Changing the sheets didn’t get rid of the smell.”
    “Yeah, we had sex, but we aren’t a thing. We just fuck sometimes. There’s no feelings, no relationship.”
    “How many of the bikers do you fuck?”
    “I’m not in a relationship, and I’m a werewolf so I can’t catch diseases. You don’t need to know more than that.”
    He sighed. “If you and I are going to continue this conversation, I do.”
    “How many girls have you fucked in the last three months?”
    “Fucked? Five. No, six.” He grinned. “If you ask me how many I’ve whipped, flogged, paddled, waxed, or done a variety of other things to, I’m not sure I’d be able to give you a number, though.”
    My libido shot through the roof at the idea of him spanking me the way Bud had, and his raised eyebrow told me he liked the idea of me being turned on by the kinky stuff.
    Still, he’d wanted to know how many bikers I’d fucked, and I sighed. “It’s okay for guys to fuck anything that moves, but not girls! It’s a double standard and it pisses me off.”
    “You fuck anything that moves?”
    His voice wasn’t judgy, more inquisitive, so I gave him an honest answer. “No, but I like sex and the guys in the MC don’t get rougher than I can handle, and they don’t ask for a relationship.”
    “You don’t want a relationship?”
    “I’m nineteen and I want to have lots of experiences before I find my true love and become monogamous.”
    “You’ve been spanked and liked it?”
    I nodded and he looked back at the fire long enough I thought the conversation was over, but he finally said, “I don’t do vanilla sex, and I have a specific set of rules all my play partners follow. I can be flexible on some things, but if we’re going to play then you’ll have to agree to the rules as well as the consequences should you break them.”
    My voice sounded a little pathetic even to my own ears as I asked, “What are the rules?”
    “Has anyone given you rules before?”
    “Kind of.” No way was I going to tell him someone had punished me for gagging on his cock.
    “There are either rules or there aren’t, and if we’re going to do this we’ll have to be able to talk to each other about it.”
    “Sometimes I’m not allowed to orgasm.”
    When I didn’t say anything else, he asked, “Can you keep from it? How do you feel about being denied?”
    “I hate it when I can’t, but then later, when I’m alone and can do what I want, I masturbate to the memory of it and…” Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was admitting this. “It’s hot.”
    “Any other rules?”
    “Yeah, but I’ve never been the type to kiss and tell, and it doesn’t feel right telling you details.”
    “Let’s play it this way — has there ever been a rule you didn’t like? Something that was a turn-off instead of a turn-on?”
    “No.”
    “What rule turned you on the most?”
    “I don’t think it was the rule as much as the challenge of it? He didn’t want me gagging when he deep-throated me.” My wolf growled for both of us, and I told him, “This feels too much like an interview. Either you want to give it a go or you don’t. I’m intrigued, but I think I might be done answering questions until you answer a few.”
    “You talk to your bikers like that?”
    Well, no, but I’d just told him I wasn’t answering any more questions, so I stood and grabbed our fire stick, and moved a few logs around in the bonfire. “I haven’t craved junk food since my first change , but this makes me want s’mores.”
    “How long until you turn twenty?”
    “I think I’m going to go raid the kitchen for junk food. I brought a hundred pounds of beef when I came, and I haven’t had much besides it and the eggs. You want anything while I’m in there?”
    I didn’t find ingredients for s’mores,