why we're here, to discuss
things and to negotiate." He was pleased to see that she kept her eyes on
him as he spoke and didn't try to look away. "To answer your question, no,
I am not going to touch you tonight, unless you ask me to that is."
Carla's
eyes widened at his words, she hadn't expected him to give her a choice.
"I'm confused." She felt a little more confident and it showed in her
voice, which didn't waver as it had when she asked him about being touched.
"What
are you confused about?" Jason smiled indulgently, happy to let her lead
the conversation for the time being.
"I
thought you would be in control of what we did." She took another quick
sip of water, feeling her tongue loosen and her confidence rise as the water
moistened her mouth.
"If
you accept my terms tonight then yes, I will be in control; I will control you
completely." His tone deepened, while he wanted her to be comfortable, he
didn't want to give her false impressions about who would be in charge.
The change
of inflection his voice made her hands tremble and she almost dropped the
glass. He took it from her with a smile of reassurance and she felt her heart
skip a beat before picking up pace until it was pounding in her chest like a
bass drum. She was surprised he didn't seem to hear it.
Lowering
her eyes she tried to hide the longing he inspired in her.
"Look
at me, Carla." His voice was demanding and his long fingers went to her
chin, raising her face up until her eyes met his again. "I need to be able
to see your face to know what you're feeling, it's very important that you
understand this."
Not
letting go of her chin, or taking his eyes from her, Jason took the glass from
her and set it down on the table beside him. "We need to talk about what
you hope to get out of this. Tell me what it is you truly want." The
desire he could see in her gaze pleased him and he moved his fingers from under
her to chin to stroke them softly across her cheek.
The touch
of his fingers sent shivers of desire through her, and for a moment she found
herself unable to think, let alone speak. "I think I want you," she
whispered finally, when she regained her voice, careful not to drop her gaze
from his.
He
chuckled softly at her admission. "You only think you want me?" he
asked as her cheeks reddened. He felt a longing to lean over and kiss her but
forced himself to resist, it wasn't the time for that.
"Th-that's
not what I meant, I mean yes I want…" Her face burned crimson and she grew
flustered, not sure how to explain to him what it was she had meant.
"I'm
glad you want me, Carla, I want you as well, but we are here to figure out what
you are willing to allow me to do to you."
Her eyes
widened slightly and she stuttered, "Wh-what do you w-want to do to
m-me?" she asked, feeling a little overwhelmed again.
"Sweetheart,
the things I want to do to you would probably send you running for the door.
But I can be a patient man, when I choose to be." He smiled, enjoying the
way her eyes widened even more. "I need to know what things you aren't
willing to try."
"I
honestly don't know," she told him, embarrassed to admit that she didn't
know enough about sex to be able to tell him what she wasn't willing to try.
"You
have no idea how enticing it is to think about you letting me do whatever I
want to you, but you have me in a quandary here. I have to admit that this is
uncharted territory for me; I've never taken a virgin before, and I've
certainly never introduced one to this lifestyle." The thought was beyond
exciting for him, but it also worried him.
"So
you don't want me?" Despite his stricture against doing so she lowered her
eyes, not wanting him to see her cry; her disappointment had her on the verge
of tears and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold them back.
"Sweetheart,
you have no idea how much I want you." He chuckled as her eyes filled with
hope. "The trouble is, I don't know how to do this without crossing
boundaries you might not
things and to negotiate." He was pleased to see that she kept her eyes on
him as he spoke and didn't try to look away. "To answer your question, no,
I am not going to touch you tonight, unless you ask me to that is."
Carla's
eyes widened at his words, she hadn't expected him to give her a choice.
"I'm confused." She felt a little more confident and it showed in her
voice, which didn't waver as it had when she asked him about being touched.
"What
are you confused about?" Jason smiled indulgently, happy to let her lead
the conversation for the time being.
"I
thought you would be in control of what we did." She took another quick
sip of water, feeling her tongue loosen and her confidence rise as the water
moistened her mouth.
"If
you accept my terms tonight then yes, I will be in control; I will control you
completely." His tone deepened, while he wanted her to be comfortable, he
didn't want to give her false impressions about who would be in charge.
The change
of inflection his voice made her hands tremble and she almost dropped the
glass. He took it from her with a smile of reassurance and she felt her heart
skip a beat before picking up pace until it was pounding in her chest like a
bass drum. She was surprised he didn't seem to hear it.
Lowering
her eyes she tried to hide the longing he inspired in her.
"Look
at me, Carla." His voice was demanding and his long fingers went to her
chin, raising her face up until her eyes met his again. "I need to be able
to see your face to know what you're feeling, it's very important that you
understand this."
Not
letting go of her chin, or taking his eyes from her, Jason took the glass from
her and set it down on the table beside him. "We need to talk about what
you hope to get out of this. Tell me what it is you truly want." The
desire he could see in her gaze pleased him and he moved his fingers from under
her to chin to stroke them softly across her cheek.
The touch
of his fingers sent shivers of desire through her, and for a moment she found
herself unable to think, let alone speak. "I think I want you," she
whispered finally, when she regained her voice, careful not to drop her gaze
from his.
He
chuckled softly at her admission. "You only think you want me?" he
asked as her cheeks reddened. He felt a longing to lean over and kiss her but
forced himself to resist, it wasn't the time for that.
"Th-that's
not what I meant, I mean yes I want…" Her face burned crimson and she grew
flustered, not sure how to explain to him what it was she had meant.
"I'm
glad you want me, Carla, I want you as well, but we are here to figure out what
you are willing to allow me to do to you."
Her eyes
widened slightly and she stuttered, "Wh-what do you w-want to do to
m-me?" she asked, feeling a little overwhelmed again.
"Sweetheart,
the things I want to do to you would probably send you running for the door.
But I can be a patient man, when I choose to be." He smiled, enjoying the
way her eyes widened even more. "I need to know what things you aren't
willing to try."
"I
honestly don't know," she told him, embarrassed to admit that she didn't
know enough about sex to be able to tell him what she wasn't willing to try.
"You
have no idea how enticing it is to think about you letting me do whatever I
want to you, but you have me in a quandary here. I have to admit that this is
uncharted territory for me; I've never taken a virgin before, and I've
certainly never introduced one to this lifestyle." The thought was beyond
exciting for him, but it also worried him.
"So
you don't want me?" Despite his stricture against doing so she lowered her
eyes, not wanting him to see her cry; her disappointment had her on the verge
of tears and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold them back.
"Sweetheart,
you have no idea how much I want you." He chuckled as her eyes filled with
hope. "The trouble is, I don't know how to do this without crossing
boundaries you might not
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