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Chapter 11

Casey

Maybe it was shock from everything that had happened, maybe it was just because I was still so turned on, but the initial surprise and shame had faded. Reminding myself that Preston had known what would happen and had encouraged it helped somewhat. There had been no way he could’ve missed the signs. He’d just kept up the slow touches and dirty words until I’d come.

In my pants.

Just thinking about that had my cheeks heating up. I couldn’t decide if I should have waited for him to give me permission to come or not, but I was pretty sure I should have found a way to ask before I’d orgasmed. Not that it would have been easy…or probably possible.

Even after hearing his words and knowing he’d found it erotic, I still wasn’t sure I could find the words. He needed me to try, though. “Are you…”

The words got stuck in my throat. I swallowed hard and tried again, pressing my face tighter against his neck where I could smell his scent and pictured it wrapping around me. “Should I have…”

Preston never pushed. He simply stroked over my back and held me while I worked it out. “Should I have asked before I came?”

Ha. Did it!

Shit. I did it.

I felt Preston kiss the side of my head again. “Not this time. I knew you were getting close, and I loved the way you were making those sexy noises and thrusting against me. What would you say if I told you that next time you needed to ask for permission?”

Shit. Talking was going to be involved?

“I…” I took another deep breath and sighed as his hands moved down to caress over my ass. It wasn’t erotic, just tender and loving. “I think that’s reasonable.”

He chuckled, and I knew my answer hadn’t been subtle. “Then that’s going to be one of our first rules.”

We had rules.

That had my cock trying to harden again. “What…what other kinds of rules?”

My heart started to pound, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear what other rules he had in mind, but it was too late to take back the words. Preston’s touch never slowed, and he kissed my head again. “Once you’re more comfortable, I want to talk to you about not orgasming at all unless you have permission. But we’re going to ease into that.”

The confidence in his voice said he thought I’d like the idea, and he was right. It was also clear that he thought it was a reasonable rule, which was a little startling.

“That’s a rule…I mean…it’s…”

Shit.

Preston seemed to be able to guess what I was thinking because he took over when my words failed. “Is that something that a lot of couples in the lifestyle do? Yes. Not all, but it’s common in BDSM relationships. To me, it’s a way of reminding you, even when we’re apart, that you belong to me.”

The control aspect was hot, even if I couldn’t get the words out, but the tender way he talked about making sure I knew I belonged to him made my heart beat faster again. That time, not from nerves. “I like belonging to you.”

I loved the way Preston always understood how hard admissions like that were for me. His arms wrapped around me tight and he kissed me again. “Thank you for telling me that.”

I’d had other dates and even just friends who’d never understood how difficult it was to share things. Preston never took it for granted. He always recognized that for me, it was like climbing a mountain, and he made sure to show me that. I hoped that eventually, it would be so easy that I’d tell him everything that was running through my head.

I just wasn’t sure how long that would take.

Snuggling closer, I tried to ignore the uncomfortable mess in my pants, but it was impossible. Knowing there was no way around it, I lifted my head, focusing on his chest and ignoring the burn in my cheeks that said how red I was. “I need to…I’ll be right back.”

As I climbed off Preston, trying not to look him in the eyes because that was just too hard, I was surprised when he stood with me. “Casey?” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back to his chest. “Do you remember our discussion on safewords?”

Not sure where it was going, but having a vivid memory of the discussion, I nodded.

“Good, remember that then.” He kissed my cheek and pulled back slightly. “Let’s go back to your room and get you cleaned up. I can’t imagine that those panties are very comfortable at this point.”

I got lightheaded for a moment, and the room spun slowly before I blinked and everything righted itself. He wanted to help me clean up?