Page 4 of Dr. Bad Boy
That's adorable. "Punishment isn't what I want tonight, but if it was, I'd say you earned ten strikes for that."
Her eyebrows hit the roof. "Oh!" She licks her lips. "Right. Okay. Well…"
The nervous, but eager sex kitten routine is totally working for me. I step back and cross my arms, equally amused and turned on. "Yes?"
"We should discuss boundaries."
"Of course." I have a standing order—submissive, flexible, agreeable to impact play when I've got toys, and pervertables when I don't; open to edging and mild humiliation, because the last thing I want to do is trip over a hard limit when my dirty mouth starts running. So we usually skip the protocol of negotiation, but I guess we're going off-script tonight. "We'll both use red as a safe word. Yellow for caution, or a time-out so we can discuss something."
"That’s…good.” She twists her hands together, then squares her shoulders.
I don’t miss that she’s nervous, and I dial back my plans for the night a bit. It doesn't do a thing to calm my dick down, though. She just wants rough sex? Fine by me. "So what are your limits?"
"For a first night?"
Sure.I shrug and wait for her to continue.
"No impact play." She grins. "But I liked the threat of punishment. Dirty talk like that is great, of course."
I nod. At least she remembers that.
"You can be rough."
"How rough?" I see her on all fours, my hands squeezing her ass so hard it turns white. I'd leave a mark if I did that.
Fuck, I want to see a bruise on her ass. I want her to remember me every time she moves a muscle tomorrow.
"Pretty rough. Hold me down…take what you want."
"I plan to."
She blushes. "Excellent."
"Anything else?"
"I'm probably forgetting some things."
Maybe she's new. I prompt her to be sure. "I like to be in charge. I want your submission."
She nods. "Okay."
"You don't need to call me sir. If I call you a slut, I promise it's a compliment. I want your pussy wet and begging for my cock at all times. Something doesn't work for you, I want to know, but as long as you're willing, I want to push your limits."
Her eyes go wide. "Yes."
"No hitting, but if you get a bruise from being held down?"
"Fine." She swallows. "Maybe not around my neck."
"Of course not." I hesitate, because this is in my file, but she's flustered and it can't hurt to reinforce the good points about me. She's about to meet the jackass side of my personality. "I'm a doctor. I promise you're safe."
"I believe you," she says softly, and my cock throbs.
Enough talk. “Strip…slowly.”
I turn away, watching her in the mirror as I cross the room. “Fold each piece of clothing neatly and place it on the dresser,” I tell her when she’s about to drop her jacket on the seat of the chair near the door. Her startled reaction makes me grin. Usually, they’re so slick they seem almost apathetic or jaded.
On the other side of the room, there is an armchair and ottoman. I shift the ottoman so it’s exactly where I want it and cover it with my jacket, lining facing out. By the time I sit to watch the rest of the show, her blouse is half undone and I get a glimpse of the tops of her creamy breasts.
