There’s nothing sexier, and my need to bend her over and fuck her in the middle of a Seattle street is getting outrageous.
The fact that she hasn’t totally ruled that out for someday in the future is driving me even crazier. “How about if people can hear us? Hear you?” I lower my voice. “If they can hear my hand spanking your ass, or if I order you to be as loud as you want to be and people can hear you moan and scream as you come?”
I can see her cheeks going red, even in the dark, and I want to be absolutely sure I know why. “This is one of my favorite kinks, beautiful. If it turns you on that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
She lets out a whoosh of a breath. “I’m not ashamed. A little embarrassed, yeah, and a lot turned on, so I’m not thinking very straight.” She chews her lip. “I was a singer for a long time. A performer. I like having an audience. I can maybe see liking that here too. Not in close, but letting other people connect to that energy, putting it out there in the world instead of hiding it away in a bedroom somewhere.”
She’s just put something into words that I’ve known my whole adult life and never been able to explain. It’s never been about people watching me. It’s been about not hiding. About sharing. About the energies of sex and passion and control and surrender being so wildly messed up in the world and about putting some drops back into that ocean that don’t buy into all the bullshit.
Scorpio’s watching me intently. She holds up a hand. A caution—a gentle one. “I don’t know for sure. This feels like one of those things I could totally change my mind on without a lot of warning.”
If she does, I’ll stop. But I’ve been at this gig long enough that I don’t think she’s going to. Not when she has such a deep connection to why. BDSM is a head game more than anything else. I point my finger at the contract. “Almost done. Open contract or closed?”
She raises an eyebrow, takes the tablet back, and reads the fine print.
I know what it says. I also know what I want this time—and I’m surprising myself.
She looks up. “Okay, so there’s two parts. I’m fine with open time limits. We end it when at least one of us is done.”
That’s the easy part. “Agreed. What about other people? Open or closed?”
She wrinkles her face. “I know what people think about musicians, and they’re not wrong, but I’m pretty much a serial monogamist. One guy at a time. I might be willing to try stretching that if it’s important to you, but that’s my starting place.”
She deserves honesty from her Dom. “I usually do open. It’s not what I want this time.”
I see the surprise flare in her eyes, and it’s beautiful. I plan to keep surprising her. After we make damn sure all the details are clear. “That can only apply to actual scenes and sexual contact with others, though. My job involves lots of watching other people and stepping in when I need to, which can include things like cuddling a half-naked sub in my lap while she cries.”
She smiles and taps her finger on my tablet. “Okay. Closed to other people, with the caveat that Scorpio is a big girl and knows that Harlan has a job to do.”
Damn. My arousal hasn’t gone anywhere, but I’m also discovering layers of this woman I really like that are way beyond than the visceral ones. I reach over and swipe through to the signature page. “You can think about it if you want.”
She’s already working through the electronic signature protocol. “Already did that before I showed up with porn and sat in your lap.”
I grin—she’s pretty damn irresistible. “That was a big highlight in my day.”
She looks up, and all I can see is the flaring desire in her eyes. “Yeah. Mine too.”
Chapter Thirteen
Scorpio
H e has his hands on me and my ass back in his lap faster than I can take my next breath.
I shiver, and it has nothing to do with being cold. “What are you doing?”
He takes
The fact that she hasn’t totally ruled that out for someday in the future is driving me even crazier. “How about if people can hear us? Hear you?” I lower my voice. “If they can hear my hand spanking your ass, or if I order you to be as loud as you want to be and people can hear you moan and scream as you come?”
I can see her cheeks going red, even in the dark, and I want to be absolutely sure I know why. “This is one of my favorite kinks, beautiful. If it turns you on that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
She lets out a whoosh of a breath. “I’m not ashamed. A little embarrassed, yeah, and a lot turned on, so I’m not thinking very straight.” She chews her lip. “I was a singer for a long time. A performer. I like having an audience. I can maybe see liking that here too. Not in close, but letting other people connect to that energy, putting it out there in the world instead of hiding it away in a bedroom somewhere.”
She’s just put something into words that I’ve known my whole adult life and never been able to explain. It’s never been about people watching me. It’s been about not hiding. About sharing. About the energies of sex and passion and control and surrender being so wildly messed up in the world and about putting some drops back into that ocean that don’t buy into all the bullshit.
Scorpio’s watching me intently. She holds up a hand. A caution—a gentle one. “I don’t know for sure. This feels like one of those things I could totally change my mind on without a lot of warning.”
If she does, I’ll stop. But I’ve been at this gig long enough that I don’t think she’s going to. Not when she has such a deep connection to why. BDSM is a head game more than anything else. I point my finger at the contract. “Almost done. Open contract or closed?”
She raises an eyebrow, takes the tablet back, and reads the fine print.
I know what it says. I also know what I want this time—and I’m surprising myself.
She looks up. “Okay, so there’s two parts. I’m fine with open time limits. We end it when at least one of us is done.”
That’s the easy part. “Agreed. What about other people? Open or closed?”
She wrinkles her face. “I know what people think about musicians, and they’re not wrong, but I’m pretty much a serial monogamist. One guy at a time. I might be willing to try stretching that if it’s important to you, but that’s my starting place.”
She deserves honesty from her Dom. “I usually do open. It’s not what I want this time.”
I see the surprise flare in her eyes, and it’s beautiful. I plan to keep surprising her. After we make damn sure all the details are clear. “That can only apply to actual scenes and sexual contact with others, though. My job involves lots of watching other people and stepping in when I need to, which can include things like cuddling a half-naked sub in my lap while she cries.”
She smiles and taps her finger on my tablet. “Okay. Closed to other people, with the caveat that Scorpio is a big girl and knows that Harlan has a job to do.”
Damn. My arousal hasn’t gone anywhere, but I’m also discovering layers of this woman I really like that are way beyond than the visceral ones. I reach over and swipe through to the signature page. “You can think about it if you want.”
She’s already working through the electronic signature protocol. “Already did that before I showed up with porn and sat in your lap.”
I grin—she’s pretty damn irresistible. “That was a big highlight in my day.”
She looks up, and all I can see is the flaring desire in her eyes. “Yeah. Mine too.”
Chapter Thirteen
Scorpio
H e has his hands on me and my ass back in his lap faster than I can take my next breath.
I shiver, and it has nothing to do with being cold. “What are you doing?”
He takes
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