Besides, my mother had put her foot downand said I wasn’t supposed to do everything for them. I wasn’t sure I agreed,but she’d caught me after working nearly twenty-four hours straight and Ihadn’t been able to put up enough of a fight.
“And now you’re finally taking time for yourself.”Porter stroked his thumb over my lower lip, making me ache to be kissed again.“What’s the first thing you did for yourself?”
“I don’t know if it’s something that countsas doing it for me, but I quit my other two jobs and then I got my own apartment.”Living on my own was odd sometimes with all the quiet, but the privacy waswonderful.
“I think that counts.” I could hear thesmile in his voice and he went back to caressing my neck. “How did the club fitin there?”
“I looked online just in general, but thepeople I saw on dating sites seemed…not right for me. Laura got me drunk onenight and convinced me to tell her why my ex and I broke up, and I ended uptelling her all about the BDSM stuff.” Shit, that’d been a hangover and a half,especially once I remembered what we’d talked about.
Porter’s laughter had me finally opening myeyes. “Embarrassed isn’t a strong enough word to describe what I was feelingthe next day. Horrified doesn’t even come close either.”
“But it seems like it worked out alright.”He was finding it too amusing, but the grin on his face made it impossible toget frustrated.
“I recovered eventually. But she keptpushing me to stop ignoring it, and she traded nagging me about working toomuch to nagging me about not taking steps to figure out the BDSM stuff.” Ihuffed. “I have no idea how she got that stubborn.”
Porter chuckled. “No idea.”
“You have to take my side.” I leaned in andgave him the kiss I’d wanted since we’d left the restaurant. Pulling away, mysmile was probably wider than his. “That’s how this works.”
“Deal.” He gave me another kiss, this timetightening his grip on my neck and guiding me closer. “Especially when I getsuch nice bribes.”
Laughing would’ve just encouraged him, so Idid my best to keep my face blank. “Nope, no bribes. When it comes to sidingwith me or my insane relatives, you only have one option.”
Something about my statement had his grinlooking positively delighted. I wasn’t sure what I’d said, but the next kiss hegave me chased every thought from my head. As he pulled away, he stroked mycheek. “I will always side with you.”
I could feel my heart actually clench likein one of Laura’s ridiculous books, and I had to swallow past a lump in mythroat. I wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain the way I was feeling, butthankfully, Porter took control again and there was nothing I had to do.
His fingers traced around my neck once more,stroking over that invisible collar. When he spoke again, his voice was thickwith desire. “You were beautiful when you were stretched out on the couch,writhing for me.”
I could almost feel the ghost of his touchfrom earlier. Something about it had made me feel helpless and completely athis mercy. It’d been so simple, a way to lead into something sexier, but therewas just something so erotic about the look of ownership on his face that madeeverything more intense.
“And you made the most delicious sounds.”One finger trailed down my chest, wandering to flick over my nipples and justplay with me in general. It was almost too light a touch, but I could feel hispossessive streak branding me.
“I think it’s time for us to set some basiclimits for tonight.” Porter said the words so easily, but my heart startedskipping around in my chest. I didn’t know my limits yet. We’d only exploredthe tip of the iceberg last weekend and my limited explorations online hadn’thelped either.
“Are you comfortable with me touching belowyour waist tonight?”
Realizing it was going to be aquestion-and-answer session instead of me just randomly listing off things Ididn’t want to do had relief rushing through me.
“Yes.” I could do this.
His expression heated at my answer and hetook another step toward leading us closer to all the fascinating things I’dwanted to explore for so long.
“Can I remove your clothing?”
“Yes. Please.” Okay, that’d come outneedier than I’d intended, but it wasn’t embarrassment that had me squirmingunder his pleased smile.
“Is there anywhere on your body you don’twant me to touch with my hands or mouth?” His question had me imagining all theplaces he could caress and lick, and my dick went even harder.
It took a few seconds to make my brainswitch gears from fantasies to words. Shaking my head, I swallowed and forcedout my answer. “No, Sir.”
His hands moved back to cup my face and helooked seriously into my eyes. “Are there right or wrong answers to myquestions?”
It took me a second to realize what he wasasking. “No, Sir.”
I let out a breath and tried to give himmore. “You won’t be upset no matter what I answer.”
“Why?” His fingers started petting mycheeks, almost like a reward for the honest answer, or maybe just his body’sway of relaxing now that he wasn’t worried.
