Kinky Confessions

“I know we’ve been talking about more serious stuff, but I’m still in the mood… if you are.”

“For what?” I teased.

She shot me a sly, sideways grin. “I knew you were going to say that.”

“You know me so well.”

“Mmm, I do. I also know you’re going to do some very naughty things to me. I can’t wait! I came, like, six times when you tied me up before.”

My eyebrows shot up. “I thought it was twice.”

“Uh-uh. I… um… have little ones. Sometimes a lot. Pretty much any time you touch me. Not right away or anything, but…” She shrugged. “I can’t

explain it. It’s like a tingle whenever we’re close. Like now. Just sitting with you has me all hot and slippery.”

“Well, we’re also talking about sex.”

“It isn’t that,” she insisted. “Sometimes it’s even when we aren’t. Like, when we’re drawing together at your desk or just sitting in my studio. I think of you and get all worked up. And I… um… sort of squeeze my legs together. I’ll touch myself if I can get away with it without someone noticing

—even you, Mr. Eagle Eye.”

“I’ll have to pay more attention.”

“Why? So you’ll see that I can’t control myself?”

“No, so I’ll see you give in to your desires.”

“That’s all I ever seem to do where you’re concerned.”

“I like it.” I chuckled at a memory. “I used to get annoyed when you hinted but wouldn’t ask for things.”

“I could tell. And I was annoyed that you wouldn’t just do what we both wanted.”

I nodded. “But now I think I understand.”

“Me too.”

“A lot of your pleasure is from being forced to do something. That, and the threat of humiliation.”

“And you don’t want someone passive or guilt-ridden.”

“No. I don’t mind taking charge and being the dominant one—it’s my personality anyway—but I don’t want to be the only one making decisions, especially about something as important as sex.”

“I make decisions too!”

“I’ve noticed.” I tilted her chin up for a kiss. “And I’m more comfortable doing things without you explicitly asking.”

Her eyes suddenly brightened. “Does that mean you’ll—?”

“No,” I chuckled. “You’re still going to have to ask, out loud, when you’re ready to go all the way.”

“But I am ready,” she insisted. Then she immediately lowered her eyes. “I just… can’t say it.”

“Then you aren’t ready. Not for real.”

“I know. You’re right. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Why can’t you just hold me down and have your way with me? You know I won’t feel guilty. I promise! I— Don’t shake your head, I’m not finished.”

“If you can’t ask, then you’d feel guilty. Maybe only a little, but that’s

still too much.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you.” She fell silent and stared at her hands in her lap. “I’m sick of waiting. I mean, we’re getting closer every day, and not just physically. Emotionally and spiritually too. I know God approves. My whole family too. Well, except for Rich. He’s just…

disagreeable. But even my dad likes you, although he made my mom promise not to tell me.”

I chuckled. “He probably told her because he knew she’d tell you anyway. He’s too savvy, too much of a politician to think otherwise.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Uh-huh. Your parents understand each other very well. The more I learn about them, the more I like them. They’re a very, very good team.” I lifted her chin and smiled. “Like you and I are becoming.”

“You really think so?”

“I do.”

“Not until the wedding,” she said automatically. We shared a grin, and then she continued, “I think so too, which is why it’s so annoying that I can’t just ask for what I want. I know I want it. And my body really wants it.

But… I can’t bring myself to say it.”

“I’m not so worried. You’ve changed a lot just in the last several months.

I mean, you’ve basically gone from the girl who said she’d never sleep with me—”

“I still feel guilty about that.”

“—to the one who wants me to tie her up and drip candle wax on her.”

“Mmm, yes, please.”

“Who cares if it’s another few weeks or even a month before you’re ready to go all the way?”

“Ugh! I hope not. I want it to happen now. Like, tonight.”

“When you’re ready,” I chuckled. “When you ask.”

She nodded glumly but then adjusted her attitude again. “Something I can ask now…” She caressed my face and urged me down for a kiss. Then she said with quiet intensity, “Please, sir, tie me up and use me. Any way you like.”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“No, not like that.” She rolled her eyes. “Duh. Not till I’m ready. Not till I ask. But you can do everything else. Spank me, choke me, drip wax on me.

Come in my mouth, on my face, on my body. Do anything you want. I’m

yours to use as you please.”

Christy poured a generous amount of whiskey into her glass and immediately drank half of it. I’d filled the bath and climbed in first for a change, so I admired her body from the warmth of the tub. The skin around her nipples was pink from where I’d dripped wax on her, along with a trail of pink splotches that led down her stomach to her shaved pubic area.