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want to touch you. Is there any place you don’t want to be touched?”
    Her stomach did a flip. The places she wanted touched most right now were exactly the places it would be hard to ask to have touched. He hadn’t asked her that, though. She was getting impatient. “No. Do we have to spell everything out? Can’t we just see where it takes us?”
    He smiled. “That works very well in vanilla situations. Here, I think we want to be clear. Besides,” he added, leaning forward, “I like watching your face as you think about what we’re about to do. Answer the questions ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, sir.’ Is there any place you mind if I taste?”
    Not just his fingers but his mouth too. Her eyes went wide. “No, Sir.”
    “Any place I shouldn’t put my condom-covered cock?”
    Her pussy clenched in anticipation. Oh yeah, I want his cock there. In my mouth? I don’t think a condom would taste very good, but I could try. In my ass? Um . She was about to explain when she remembered his instructions. “Yes, Sir.”
    He grinned at her and reached out to ruffle her hair. “Very good. You followed directions. I could see the struggle in your face. Some places are fine, and some places aren’t, I’d guess. I won’t push you too far, Marisa. What do you wish to place off-limits?”
    “My ass. I’ve never. I mean, I’m interested maybe sometime, but—”
    “Then maybe sometime. Not this time. Anyplace else?”
    She took a breath. That wasn’t that hard. “No, Sir.”
    “So my cock in your mouth is fine?”
    She started sweating. She barely knew him, and he was asking her if she’d give him a blowjob. On the other hand, she supposed she’d already told him yes. He was asking to make her blush, and she was pretty sure it was working. “Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
    “Good girl. And my cock in your pussy—do you want to be fucked, Marisa?”
    By a near stranger. What does that make me? But she wanted him. She might not know him well, but what she did fit her fantasies far too perfectly. It’s been too long, and I’m starved . There was only one honest answer. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Would you like a spanking, Marisa?”
    Well, sort of . But she’d heard what he’d said about going easy the first time, and it made sense, even if right now she wanted it all.
    “No, Sir.”
    “Then I strongly suggest you obey directions quickly and without pouting.”
    Oh . She thought saying no would put it off-limits. Her body reacted to the thought of being put over his knee, her pussy tingling even as her mouth opened to protest. But he went on before she could get the words out. “Your safe word is ‘cheesecake.’ Understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You’re to use it without fear of retribution if ever things are too difficult for you to handle. Or even if you just need to negotiate and place something off-limits. Your limits will be honored. Your preferences, not necessarily. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.” That’s right. I have my safe word. So the spanking—I can deal with that. I have a way out of it gets too rough . The idea that he had a way to coerce her obedience made her squirm. Him putting her over his knee… She decided it was best not to think about. She was turned on enough as it is. This was more than fantasizing.
    “Do you trust me to honor it?”
    He wouldn’t have gone to all that bother if he wouldn’t. And as much as she didn’t like going over everything in detail— that never happened in her fantasies—it had built some trust. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Say it for me, so I’m sure.”
    “Cheesecake.”
    “Good.
    “We’ll start with your shirt. I don’t know what the hell all that means, but clearly I have to confiscate any munitions you might be carrying, so the shirt has to go. Take it off, please, and hand it to me.”
    She wished she’d anticipated more of the evening. She would have tried to find her sexiest underwear to wear, even though she didn’t have much. As it was, she was