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monitor, the tools and pallets on another, and your workspace on another. If you want more I can add them but I figure that’s all you’ll need for now.”
“What’s behind the locked door?”
“Things I don’t want the gossip dealers to know about.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t blink, and there was no apology in his voice.
“So, none of my business. Or are you going to ask me to sign something before you’ll tell me?”
He stood, the computer forgotten as he focused on her, his gaze steady as he studied her face. He propped his ass on the edge of the desk with his fingers beside his hips, curled around the desktop’s rim, seemingly unaware of his nudity. “You figured out a great deal, somehow jumping from my renting Six Flags for a party to my hiring professionals for my first sexual experiences, but there are important pieces you missed. If you’ll give me your word you’ll tell no one about any of what we talk about, I’ll tell you.”
“You trust me?” She heard the surprise in her voice. She hadn’t intended to sound quite so shocked.
He gave a wry grin. “Yes, I do, though my attorneys and PR people won’t be pleased. They prepared paperwork for you to sign but...” He looked down and back up, his eyes intense. “I have to learn to trust sometime, and there are things you haven’t told me. If I want you to trust me enough to share your secrets it’s only fair I go first.”
For a moment she considered signing the paper if doing so would get her off the hook, but on second thought she realized how wrong that was, so she answered, “Okay. I promise. I won’t tell anyone what you tell me about your past.”
“Or my present. You won’t reveal my sexual preferences, or explain why I don’t have girlfriends. Or, why I haven’t had them before you, if you want to consider yourself my girlfriend now. No confirming or denying anything. No explanations at all. Not even if you’re offered a million dollars for the information.”
He frowned. “If someone offers you a million, or any other amount, I’ll match it. You’ll just need to sign a legal document outlining their proposal so I can add it to my collection.”
“Someone would pay that much for dirt on you?”
He gave a lopsided grin. “Probably not, most offers are in the ten to twenty thousand range. The highest so far was a quarter million and was dependent on my acquaintance having specific information.”
Still leaning in the doorway but feeling as if she should be closer, she said, “All right, I promise to give no details, and won’t confirm or denying anything about your sex life or sexual preferences.”
He nodded. “Thank you. Before I tell you any of this I need you to remember how much you enjoyed what I did to you , and when you said your safeword, I stopped.”
She inclined her head in answer and he re-situated himself on the desk’s edge, opening his arms in invitation. Cara caught herself smiling shyly at the sight of his soft cock as he propped comfortably against the heavy desk. He looked like a statue that’d been stretched until it was too tall and too thin, but it worked for him. This was Travis and she was beginning to see his tall lanky form as ultra-sexy. She walked to him and he enveloped her with his arms.
In the past, Cara could only stand to be held when sexually excited, but his embrace felt comfortable. Safe. She rested her head on his chest and he dove into his story.
“I think I found porn on the internet at around eleven or twelve, and by the time I reached thirteen or fourteen only the hard-core stuff held my interest. Spanking at first, then whipping and flogging, but I eventually discovered the extreme fetishes.”
He sighed, rubbed her back through the robe. “I kissed a few girls in school, as my money seemed to cancel out the geek factor for some. Problem was I didn’t want to kiss them; I wanted to hurt them. Thankfully, I was smart enough to know I couldn’t, at least, not
“What’s behind the locked door?”
“Things I don’t want the gossip dealers to know about.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t blink, and there was no apology in his voice.
“So, none of my business. Or are you going to ask me to sign something before you’ll tell me?”
He stood, the computer forgotten as he focused on her, his gaze steady as he studied her face. He propped his ass on the edge of the desk with his fingers beside his hips, curled around the desktop’s rim, seemingly unaware of his nudity. “You figured out a great deal, somehow jumping from my renting Six Flags for a party to my hiring professionals for my first sexual experiences, but there are important pieces you missed. If you’ll give me your word you’ll tell no one about any of what we talk about, I’ll tell you.”
“You trust me?” She heard the surprise in her voice. She hadn’t intended to sound quite so shocked.
He gave a wry grin. “Yes, I do, though my attorneys and PR people won’t be pleased. They prepared paperwork for you to sign but...” He looked down and back up, his eyes intense. “I have to learn to trust sometime, and there are things you haven’t told me. If I want you to trust me enough to share your secrets it’s only fair I go first.”
For a moment she considered signing the paper if doing so would get her off the hook, but on second thought she realized how wrong that was, so she answered, “Okay. I promise. I won’t tell anyone what you tell me about your past.”
“Or my present. You won’t reveal my sexual preferences, or explain why I don’t have girlfriends. Or, why I haven’t had them before you, if you want to consider yourself my girlfriend now. No confirming or denying anything. No explanations at all. Not even if you’re offered a million dollars for the information.”
He frowned. “If someone offers you a million, or any other amount, I’ll match it. You’ll just need to sign a legal document outlining their proposal so I can add it to my collection.”
“Someone would pay that much for dirt on you?”
He gave a lopsided grin. “Probably not, most offers are in the ten to twenty thousand range. The highest so far was a quarter million and was dependent on my acquaintance having specific information.”
Still leaning in the doorway but feeling as if she should be closer, she said, “All right, I promise to give no details, and won’t confirm or denying anything about your sex life or sexual preferences.”
He nodded. “Thank you. Before I tell you any of this I need you to remember how much you enjoyed what I did to you , and when you said your safeword, I stopped.”
She inclined her head in answer and he re-situated himself on the desk’s edge, opening his arms in invitation. Cara caught herself smiling shyly at the sight of his soft cock as he propped comfortably against the heavy desk. He looked like a statue that’d been stretched until it was too tall and too thin, but it worked for him. This was Travis and she was beginning to see his tall lanky form as ultra-sexy. She walked to him and he enveloped her with his arms.
In the past, Cara could only stand to be held when sexually excited, but his embrace felt comfortable. Safe. She rested her head on his chest and he dove into his story.
“I think I found porn on the internet at around eleven or twelve, and by the time I reached thirteen or fourteen only the hard-core stuff held my interest. Spanking at first, then whipping and flogging, but I eventually discovered the extreme fetishes.”
He sighed, rubbed her back through the robe. “I kissed a few girls in school, as my money seemed to cancel out the geek factor for some. Problem was I didn’t want to kiss them; I wanted to hurt them. Thankfully, I was smart enough to know I couldn’t, at least, not
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