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her back. He brought the hand holding the shears up and stroked her cheek with his knuckle. “Do you want me to cut you down now, sub? Do you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered and pressed a little closer. She shouldn’t move, not a muscle, but she needed the contact so much right then that she couldn’t help herself.
    With his free hand, he reached down and slid a finger between her folds, stroking her clit with the lightest touch. She moaned and bucked against him.
    Joy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the feel of him at her back, and his finger caressing her throbbing clit. She wouldn’t disobey. She wouldn’t come until he was inside her. Her chest heaved with each labored breath she took until the feel of a sharp blade scraped against her breast. Her eyes popped open, and she glanced down. Warren had opened the scissors as wide as they would go and had pressed the cool metal against her skin.
    He swayed from side to side behind her, his cock tormenting her. He brought his lips to her neck and nibbled on the tender skin, and for a half second, she was tempted to let him do whatever he wanted, but she couldn’t. Not with a knife, or in this case, scissors.
    “Red,” she whispered, then said it more loudly so he would hear. She released the vibrator she’d been holding for so long and winced as it clanged at her feet, leaving a damp trail along her calf as it fell.
    “Thank fuck,” Warren growled as he threw the scissors across the floor to land in a corner. In an instant, he was in front of her, lifting her, taking the pressure off her wrists. The hoop he’d created between her wrists came up off the hook as he took her down. In a matter of seconds, he had the rope untied, and her arms fell to her sides. He kissed her, fast and hard, before bringing his hands to her right shoulder.
    Joy didn’t say a word. She had called off the scene. What was he doing?
    “I needed you to call red there, Joy. If you still want to stop, I will respect that. I will always respect it. Are you willing to negotiate continuing the scene, or shall we stop?” he asked as he massaged her right arm to her wrist, bringing more blood flow back to her limb.
    It took a moment, but realization finally dawned on her, he wanted to be able to play with her without the cameras. He’d made her prove she could call a scene. When he finished massaging her other arm, he looked up at her and waited.
    ***
    Warren had never been happier to hear a sub call red in his life. He hadn’t made many mistakes as a Dom, but before he’d gained the experience he needed to be a good one, he had made some. Knowing Joy knew her limits and wasn’t afraid to enforce them gave them both the freedom they would need to continue with their relationship. He had to trust her enough to tell him when things weren’t acceptable, and she had to trust him to stop when she said so. Even if she ended the night there, the scene was a success, but he sure as hell hoped she’d want to keep going. He was so fucking hard right then, his cock was ready to burst.
    When her pretty eyes opened wider, and disappointment fled from them, he knew, but he needed her words. Whoever was behind the camera needed them too. He’d been careful not to push her too far, keeping her from going too deep into subspace so she could make the decision with a clear mind.
    “I’d like to continue, Sir,” she finally said.
    Warren looked up at the camera, waiting with his breath caught in his lungs for several seconds until the red light at its base winked off, signalling management approval. As soon as it did, he crushed her mouth with his, backing her up until she was up against the cool wall. His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then on her hips, pulling her into him. He couldn’t help it. He needed to taste her—to consume her.
    Grinding his hips into her, he tore at the button of his pants, and then whipped the