ritual were driving her insane at the same time as it turned her legs to marshmallow.
He took the soft opposite her. Lisa tried to relax and sit with her legs loosely crossed at the ankles, her hands in her lap, but it was almost impossible not to squirm against the hide.
“Okay. I’m going to ask you some questions. They’re tough and they’re pretty personal, but I want you to answer every one. Do you understand?”
“Of course I understand.”
“I know you’re not a virgin, but this is your first BDSM experience?”
“Yes. Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“As I told you, I went to a club once—and I walked straight out. I really hate that public scene. I don’t want to—to be like this —in front of other people.”
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said at the gallery.”
“That was a fantasy!”
“Yet you’ve just stripped naked now in front of a virtual stranger…”
She gripped the arms of the chair, unable to deny it.
She shivered.
“Cold?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m afraid you will have to put up with it. Now, I presume you’ve tried oral sex.”
“Of course. I’m not naïve.”
“Received it?”
“I suppose I don’t mind it.”
He looked at her and raised his eyebrows briefly. “It was that good? Hmm. Have you ever been tied up by a lover?”
“Not really.”
“What does that mean?”
“My ex… He tried a couple of times, but it did nothing for me.”
“He sounds wonderful,” said Olivier sarcastically. “Ever had your ass flogged?”
“God, no!”
“Have you used nipple clamps?”
“No.”
“Sex toys?”
Lisa squirmed in the seat. “At home sometimes. On my own. But not much. I’ve been too busy with work.”
He smiled as if she’d confirmed every one of his suspicions about her: that she was an uptight workaholic Brit. “What about anal sex?” he asked.
“Why don’t you just get a bloody clipboard and tick these off one by one?” she shot back.
He burst out laughing, but heat flooded Lisa’s face. This was excruciating. How would she ever do all these things when she blushed at the mere mention of them? Yet she was also wet at being forced to answer this string of deeply intrusive questions. Would she get used to this conflict between her desires and her rational mind? Did she even want to get accustomed to it, or was the tension between Public and Private Lisa what made it so exciting?
“It’s not funny. I know what you’re doing,” she said.
“Yes. Asking you if anyone ever claimed your ass. Have they?”
“No!” She opened her mouth to swear, then clamped it shut.
He leaned forward in his seat, appraising her like an object or painting.
“Is that it?” she demanded.
He shrugged. “I don’t think there’s much point in asking you anything else, judging by your reaction to my questions so far.”
She was mortified at the assumptions he’d clearly made about her and she’d just confirmed. She put on what she thought was a seductive voice. “I might surprise you.”
“I can promise you that by the time I’ve finished with you, you will surprise yourself. Now, I’m sorry to tell you, it really is time for debts to be paid. Stand up and place your hands on your head, please, while I fetch the instruments of correction.”
Instruments of correction. Lisa opened her mouth, clamped it shut.
His eyes narrowed. “Place your hands on your head, and in future, when you are told you will be corrected, you will thank me before and after the punishment.”
“In French?” said Lisa tartly, fighting back every urge to tell him to shove his correction up his gorgeous, arrogant arse. Knowing that her sarcasm might inflame him ever more… Maybe she should provoke him, in that case.
“That depends on whether you feel you need the practice, but no matter, I can spot insolence in either language. Now, get your hands on your head.”
Lisa found the humiliation of this act of submission harder to take
He took the soft opposite her. Lisa tried to relax and sit with her legs loosely crossed at the ankles, her hands in her lap, but it was almost impossible not to squirm against the hide.
“Okay. I’m going to ask you some questions. They’re tough and they’re pretty personal, but I want you to answer every one. Do you understand?”
“Of course I understand.”
“I know you’re not a virgin, but this is your first BDSM experience?”
“Yes. Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“As I told you, I went to a club once—and I walked straight out. I really hate that public scene. I don’t want to—to be like this —in front of other people.”
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said at the gallery.”
“That was a fantasy!”
“Yet you’ve just stripped naked now in front of a virtual stranger…”
She gripped the arms of the chair, unable to deny it.
She shivered.
“Cold?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m afraid you will have to put up with it. Now, I presume you’ve tried oral sex.”
“Of course. I’m not naïve.”
“Received it?”
“I suppose I don’t mind it.”
He looked at her and raised his eyebrows briefly. “It was that good? Hmm. Have you ever been tied up by a lover?”
“Not really.”
“What does that mean?”
“My ex… He tried a couple of times, but it did nothing for me.”
“He sounds wonderful,” said Olivier sarcastically. “Ever had your ass flogged?”
“God, no!”
“Have you used nipple clamps?”
“No.”
“Sex toys?”
Lisa squirmed in the seat. “At home sometimes. On my own. But not much. I’ve been too busy with work.”
He smiled as if she’d confirmed every one of his suspicions about her: that she was an uptight workaholic Brit. “What about anal sex?” he asked.
“Why don’t you just get a bloody clipboard and tick these off one by one?” she shot back.
He burst out laughing, but heat flooded Lisa’s face. This was excruciating. How would she ever do all these things when she blushed at the mere mention of them? Yet she was also wet at being forced to answer this string of deeply intrusive questions. Would she get used to this conflict between her desires and her rational mind? Did she even want to get accustomed to it, or was the tension between Public and Private Lisa what made it so exciting?
“It’s not funny. I know what you’re doing,” she said.
“Yes. Asking you if anyone ever claimed your ass. Have they?”
“No!” She opened her mouth to swear, then clamped it shut.
He leaned forward in his seat, appraising her like an object or painting.
“Is that it?” she demanded.
He shrugged. “I don’t think there’s much point in asking you anything else, judging by your reaction to my questions so far.”
She was mortified at the assumptions he’d clearly made about her and she’d just confirmed. She put on what she thought was a seductive voice. “I might surprise you.”
“I can promise you that by the time I’ve finished with you, you will surprise yourself. Now, I’m sorry to tell you, it really is time for debts to be paid. Stand up and place your hands on your head, please, while I fetch the instruments of correction.”
Instruments of correction. Lisa opened her mouth, clamped it shut.
His eyes narrowed. “Place your hands on your head, and in future, when you are told you will be corrected, you will thank me before and after the punishment.”
“In French?” said Lisa tartly, fighting back every urge to tell him to shove his correction up his gorgeous, arrogant arse. Knowing that her sarcasm might inflame him ever more… Maybe she should provoke him, in that case.
“That depends on whether you feel you need the practice, but no matter, I can spot insolence in either language. Now, get your hands on your head.”
Lisa found the humiliation of this act of submission harder to take
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