"Oof." He clicked his tongue. "Alright."
"What? Are you judging me?" I scowled. My dress sagged in the front, and I held it against my breasts to keep it up.
"No," he replied slowly. "Believe it or not, I'm trying to help. But Ara," he bent down, and then his warm breath was on my shoulder, and he brought a hand up to cradle my neck, "if we do this, I have rules."
"Rules?" I gusted out. His hand on my neck was oddly satisfying. "What kind of rules?"
He tickled up my neck to my jaw, where he stroked a line from ear to chin. "You don't get to be in charge here. Not with me. Whatever you want to do with your future partners, that's up to you. But here, you listen to me."
My heart clenched, but it wasn't in the way I expected it to. No one ordered me around, not without a scrappy fight on their hands. But just then, my heart had fluttered because Iliked it. I liked the idea that I wouldn't need to think about how this would happen. I had no idea how, anyway. "Alright," I acceded with a swallow.
Spencer smoothed both his hands down the slopes of my shoulders, and he pushed the lace down to my arms. "I'm going to give you a list of things, and you tell me yes or no when I say them."
My breath hitched. "Okay."
"We can find a safe word if you need one," he suggested.
My lips pulled down in thought. "Do I need one?"
"I don't know." He pushed the bodice down further, baring my breasts almost to my nipples. "Do you?"
"How about you stop if I say stop?" I said derisively.
He chuckled softly. "Deal. Kissing?"
"Yes," I breathed.
He kissed my shoulder softly and then ran his lips along the slope, causing goosebumps to break out along my arms. "Eye contact."
"No," I said immediately.
I felt him nod, and his lips worked to the base of my neck with toe-curling sweetness. "Oral."
I hesitated. I wasn't sure. Would I like that? "Yes," I said finally.
Spencer kissed the side of my neck, and warmth blossomed low in my stomach. "Vaginal sex."
"Obviously," I muttered.
"Obvious nothing," he murmured against my skin. I angled my head to give him better access because… actually… this wasnice.
"Spanking."
I seized up. "I thought they only did that in pornos."
He chuckled, and I realized his chest was pressed against my back because I felt it rumble between my shoulder blades. "It's a thing. Yes or no?"
I had a pretty high pain tolerance, but… "Maybe."
"Hm." He nipped just under my jaw, and a shot of electricity went straight between my legs. "Pity. You could use one."
"Spencer," I choked out.
He licked under my jaw and then turned my face to the side, so his lips hovered over mine. "One last question."
My head went fuzzy, and I realized I had slumped against him. His arm was around my waist, supporting me, and he had my chin between his fingers. "Cuddling after. Yes or no?"
What a weird question. I had no idea if that was something I would want or not. I didn't want to say no and feel bereft without it, but I didn't want to end up snuggled against Spencer and regretting all my life decisions. Then again, I could always justkick him out. This was why I hadn't second-guessed my impulse to have Spencer take me to bed. I trusted him to be respectful. "Sure."
