Her already flushed cheeks redden further. “Yes. And being tied up with your tie,” she says.
Good. Very good. Maybe it’s time to entice her with what could come. “Would it surprise you to know I’d like to bind all four of your limbs, have you splayed out, naked, for me to do whatever I want?”
She quivers, and her nipples react by hardening.
She doesn’t want to like the idea, but a part of her does. That part of her that wants to lose control.
“Skye?”
“No,” she says, trembling.
“Good,” I say, “because I want to do all that to you and more. Have you ever been fucked anally, Skye?”
She gulps. “No.”
“Do you remember the instrument I stroked you with while you were blindfolded?”
“Yeah. It felt cool against me.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what it was?”
“How could I? I was blindfolded.”
I resist a smile. “It was an anal plug.”
“What’s that?”
“A tool. To prepare you for anal sex.”
“Braden, I—”
“Don’t worry. We won’t go there yet. Not until you’re ready.”
She shudders slightly. Anal sex scares her a bit. Not a bad thing. She’ll be well prepared when we finally go there.
“Go ahead and get dressed,” I say, “and we’ll go over your contract.”
Chapter Forty-Three
The contract is straightforward and fair. “I’d sign,” I tell Skye.
“You don’t want to check with an attorney?”
“If it means that much to you, I can run it by someone in legal, but this is small potatoes compared to the stuff I review. Everything is spelled out clearly—your obligations and theirs.”
She nods. “Okay. I trust your judgment, Braden. Thank you.”
“I’m happy to help.”
“Crap,” she says. “I’ve got to get back to the office.”
“You didn’t eat anything.”
“No time. Thanks so much, and again… I’m sor—”