it was filled with cotton. She didn’t have a problem talking dirty, but she’d always done so in the middle of a scene. Where actual sex was involved. Not standing in an office with her clothes on. It felt . . .
off
somehow.
“Trying to catch flies, Sasha? What’s the problem?”
“Can I ask you to use the ruler on me instead?” That would be quick and not anywhere as embarrassing.
“You may not. I assure you, you are not anywhere near ready to accept pain from me. The sentences.
Now
.”
She took a deep breath. She could do this. “I put the vibrator in its place at the back of my nightstand. No apostrophe. It’s huge, and that makes it my favorite. With apostrophe.”
His jaw tightened. “You’ve been active as a sexual submissive for how long?”
“Six years, Sir.”
“Six years and the filthiest sentence you could come up with using ‘its’ is, ‘I put the vibrator in its place at the back of my nightstand’?”
She didn’t say anything. Surely he could tell how embarrassed she was only saying that.
“Completely unacceptable,” he said. “Try again.”
Jerk.
She tried to think of something, but every damn thing had left her brain, making her feel like she was running after words, trying to catch them and arrange them into something resembling a sentence.
“Vibrator is a good item to start with, but try putting it somewhere else.” He wasn’t going to back down. He would make her do this, she knew.
She closed her eyes. “He slides the vibrator inside me, and its width makes me catch my breath.”
“Better. Take that sentence and dirty it up.”
She opened her eyes and forced herself not to glare at him. Was he going to do this with every word? “He . . . thrusts . . . the vibrator deep into . . . my pussy.” Her face felt hot. “And its width makes me catch my breath.”
“Work on the last part. ‘He thrusts the vibrator deep into my pussy and its width’ . . . What about the width, Sasha?” Even from across the room, she felt the heat from his gaze. Hewas unrelenting in his quest. “Visualize it if you have to. You’re on your back, arms bound above your head. I’m standing by you, holding a vibrator. Your legs are spread for me and your pussy tingles in anticipation, waiting for it, wanting it and yet, at the same time, a little unsure it can accommodate something so hard and thick. And then it doesn’t matter because I thrust that massive vibrator deep inside you and its width . . .” He paused to cross the floor and bent down to whisper in her ear, “Finish the sentence. Tell me what the width does to you. How you feel when I fuck you with it.”
The words flowed from her mouth without thought. “And it fills me and stretches me and I lift my hips desperate for more.”
“Yes.” His hot breath brushed across her ear and she couldn’t control her shiver. “Yes, you would and I would give you more. I would fucking
delight
in giving you more.”
She didn’t have to press against him to know how hard he was. His breathing was labored. He was definitely turned on, but whether it was because of her or the wordplay, she couldn’t tell. When he pulled away, his eyes were still dark with need.
“Tell me again what your sentence was using
it’s
with an apostrophe,” he said calmly.
Her body was shaky, but she composed herself enough to repeat, “It’s huge and that makes it my favorite.”
He grinned. “Oh, Sasha. My shy little sub. It’s going to be a long afternoon.”
• • •
“I think you need a break,” Julie told her the next morning as Sasha said good-bye to one of their regular clients.
“Why?” Sasha watched the older lady get inside her car and driveaway.
“You just told Mrs. Preston to say hello to her husband.”
“And?” Sasha couldn’t figure out why Julie was standing there with her hands on her hips. “I was being polite. And Mr. Preston—”
“Is dead,” Julie finished and walked to the
off
somehow.
“Trying to catch flies, Sasha? What’s the problem?”
“Can I ask you to use the ruler on me instead?” That would be quick and not anywhere as embarrassing.
“You may not. I assure you, you are not anywhere near ready to accept pain from me. The sentences.
Now
.”
She took a deep breath. She could do this. “I put the vibrator in its place at the back of my nightstand. No apostrophe. It’s huge, and that makes it my favorite. With apostrophe.”
His jaw tightened. “You’ve been active as a sexual submissive for how long?”
“Six years, Sir.”
“Six years and the filthiest sentence you could come up with using ‘its’ is, ‘I put the vibrator in its place at the back of my nightstand’?”
She didn’t say anything. Surely he could tell how embarrassed she was only saying that.
“Completely unacceptable,” he said. “Try again.”
Jerk.
She tried to think of something, but every damn thing had left her brain, making her feel like she was running after words, trying to catch them and arrange them into something resembling a sentence.
“Vibrator is a good item to start with, but try putting it somewhere else.” He wasn’t going to back down. He would make her do this, she knew.
She closed her eyes. “He slides the vibrator inside me, and its width makes me catch my breath.”
“Better. Take that sentence and dirty it up.”
She opened her eyes and forced herself not to glare at him. Was he going to do this with every word? “He . . . thrusts . . . the vibrator deep into . . . my pussy.” Her face felt hot. “And its width makes me catch my breath.”
“Work on the last part. ‘He thrusts the vibrator deep into my pussy and its width’ . . . What about the width, Sasha?” Even from across the room, she felt the heat from his gaze. Hewas unrelenting in his quest. “Visualize it if you have to. You’re on your back, arms bound above your head. I’m standing by you, holding a vibrator. Your legs are spread for me and your pussy tingles in anticipation, waiting for it, wanting it and yet, at the same time, a little unsure it can accommodate something so hard and thick. And then it doesn’t matter because I thrust that massive vibrator deep inside you and its width . . .” He paused to cross the floor and bent down to whisper in her ear, “Finish the sentence. Tell me what the width does to you. How you feel when I fuck you with it.”
The words flowed from her mouth without thought. “And it fills me and stretches me and I lift my hips desperate for more.”
“Yes.” His hot breath brushed across her ear and she couldn’t control her shiver. “Yes, you would and I would give you more. I would fucking
delight
in giving you more.”
She didn’t have to press against him to know how hard he was. His breathing was labored. He was definitely turned on, but whether it was because of her or the wordplay, she couldn’t tell. When he pulled away, his eyes were still dark with need.
“Tell me again what your sentence was using
it’s
with an apostrophe,” he said calmly.
Her body was shaky, but she composed herself enough to repeat, “It’s huge and that makes it my favorite.”
He grinned. “Oh, Sasha. My shy little sub. It’s going to be a long afternoon.”
• • •
“I think you need a break,” Julie told her the next morning as Sasha said good-bye to one of their regular clients.
“Why?” Sasha watched the older lady get inside her car and driveaway.
“You just told Mrs. Preston to say hello to her husband.”
“And?” Sasha couldn’t figure out why Julie was standing there with her hands on her hips. “I was being polite. And Mr. Preston—”
“Is dead,” Julie finished and walked to the
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