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question, though she knew exactly what he meant. Having a Dom ask, even in the form of a statement, threw her off, which he probably meant to do. Her abdomen clenched and released.
The gentle pressure of his hand on the side of her head drew her back to the present and calmed any trepidation she felt. She lifted her gaze to meet his.
“Top you. Don’t you agree that part of getting to know one another entails you discovering what kind of Dom I am and me discovering what kind of sub you are?”
Putting a label on a Dom couldn’t match the experience of interaction. Besides, a huge part of her missed being topped. She nodded, but she knew better than to stop with a nonverbal response. “I’d like that.”
He drew his thumb over her brow, smoothing her nerves with a calm gesture of affection. He repeated the caress along her lower lip, and shivers of expectancy traveled down her neck and arms.
“I’m going to give you detailed instructions, Darcy. We’re practicing tonight, so I don’t anticipate having to discipline you. However, you should know that this afternoon, I bought a flogger. I plan to use it in the morning to help you face the panel discussion.”
Her pulse quickened. Nowhere in her psyche did Darcy consider a flogger to be an instrument of discipline. That promise, delivered in a low, smooth tone, set small fires at each of her pulse points.
He held her gaze and continued speaking. “Honest mistakes will be corrected. Misbehavior will earn a punishment. Tomorrow morning, after a brief warm-up, I plan to give you eight hard strokes. For each time you misbehave tonight, I will subtract one stroke. Do you understand tonight’s penalty system?”
Darcy found his system fair. They would learn to read one another’s signals. She would get to know what he would and would not tolerate, and he would get to know what worked on her and what didn’t. While they could have had a frank discussion about expectations, preferences, and limits, Theo’s method kept the romance of dating and getting to discover one another alive.
“Yes, Sir. I do have a question.”
His expression didn’t alter in the least. “Ask.”
“Can I earn rewards tonight, Sir?”
Those lush lips stretched into a wide smile. Though he’d kissed her several times, he hadn’t begun to sate her need to feel the strength and possessiveness of his lips moving over hers. He shook his head, but she knew he didn’t mean it as a response to her question.
“Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
The hope spiking through her chest deflated when she realized he wouldn’t deliver more than eight hard strokes with the flogger. She’d prefer fifty spread over her back, ass, thighs, and breasts. Remembered sensations had her pussy growing moist, and she fervently wished to be whipped there as well.
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip again, smoothing away her disappointment. “Any rewards earned on this date will be delivered on our next date. Think of it as incentive to see me again.”
“Theo, I would love to see you again, whether or not you’re giving out a reward.” She bit her lip as she realized her lapse. “Sir.”
The gentle smile turned to a frown as he caressed her lower lip again. “Darcy, stop biting your lip. As sexy and alluring as it is, the torture of any and every part of your body is my job. I don’t take kindly to subs who inflict pain on themselves. No more digging your nails into your skin or pinching yourself, either. That stops now.”
Shock had her drawing back. She took one unwitting step away from Theo. Before yesterday, she had never inflicted pain on herself. Pinching welts into her wrist had been a last-ditch effort to bolster her confidence, and she hadn’t even been aware of her actions until she’d already raised three welts. It hadn’t worked to help her, and it hadn’t inflicted the right kind of pain.
He followed her, closing the distance. “Do you have a problem with the
The gentle pressure of his hand on the side of her head drew her back to the present and calmed any trepidation she felt. She lifted her gaze to meet his.
“Top you. Don’t you agree that part of getting to know one another entails you discovering what kind of Dom I am and me discovering what kind of sub you are?”
Putting a label on a Dom couldn’t match the experience of interaction. Besides, a huge part of her missed being topped. She nodded, but she knew better than to stop with a nonverbal response. “I’d like that.”
He drew his thumb over her brow, smoothing her nerves with a calm gesture of affection. He repeated the caress along her lower lip, and shivers of expectancy traveled down her neck and arms.
“I’m going to give you detailed instructions, Darcy. We’re practicing tonight, so I don’t anticipate having to discipline you. However, you should know that this afternoon, I bought a flogger. I plan to use it in the morning to help you face the panel discussion.”
Her pulse quickened. Nowhere in her psyche did Darcy consider a flogger to be an instrument of discipline. That promise, delivered in a low, smooth tone, set small fires at each of her pulse points.
He held her gaze and continued speaking. “Honest mistakes will be corrected. Misbehavior will earn a punishment. Tomorrow morning, after a brief warm-up, I plan to give you eight hard strokes. For each time you misbehave tonight, I will subtract one stroke. Do you understand tonight’s penalty system?”
Darcy found his system fair. They would learn to read one another’s signals. She would get to know what he would and would not tolerate, and he would get to know what worked on her and what didn’t. While they could have had a frank discussion about expectations, preferences, and limits, Theo’s method kept the romance of dating and getting to discover one another alive.
“Yes, Sir. I do have a question.”
His expression didn’t alter in the least. “Ask.”
“Can I earn rewards tonight, Sir?”
Those lush lips stretched into a wide smile. Though he’d kissed her several times, he hadn’t begun to sate her need to feel the strength and possessiveness of his lips moving over hers. He shook his head, but she knew he didn’t mean it as a response to her question.
“Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
The hope spiking through her chest deflated when she realized he wouldn’t deliver more than eight hard strokes with the flogger. She’d prefer fifty spread over her back, ass, thighs, and breasts. Remembered sensations had her pussy growing moist, and she fervently wished to be whipped there as well.
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip again, smoothing away her disappointment. “Any rewards earned on this date will be delivered on our next date. Think of it as incentive to see me again.”
“Theo, I would love to see you again, whether or not you’re giving out a reward.” She bit her lip as she realized her lapse. “Sir.”
The gentle smile turned to a frown as he caressed her lower lip again. “Darcy, stop biting your lip. As sexy and alluring as it is, the torture of any and every part of your body is my job. I don’t take kindly to subs who inflict pain on themselves. No more digging your nails into your skin or pinching yourself, either. That stops now.”
Shock had her drawing back. She took one unwitting step away from Theo. Before yesterday, she had never inflicted pain on herself. Pinching welts into her wrist had been a last-ditch effort to bolster her confidence, and she hadn’t even been aware of her actions until she’d already raised three welts. It hadn’t worked to help her, and it hadn’t inflicted the right kind of pain.
He followed her, closing the distance. “Do you have a problem with the
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