I rubbed Avery’s body with a Turkish towel, every inch of it. She protested at first, but then she acquiesced. I wasn’t willing to risk having her get chilled, and truth be told, I could tell this strong, workaholic woman was enjoying the attention I gave her.

Hell, I loved it, too. She was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

When I finished, she grabbed my towel, giving me the same treatment along with a mind-blowing blowjob. After that, we made love slowly, but this time with a condom.

“I’m famished, and happy, and relaxed, and happy. Did I mention happy and satisfied?” She asked.

“I shall feed you now, but you must stay right where you are,” I insisted.

“Let me help,” she protested.

“Nope, I’ve got it. Don’t move, and no clothes.”

“You’re a dirty man, Caden Stone.”

I chuckled. “You don’t know the half of it, babe.”

“I’ll bet I don’t.” Her eyes held questions, but she dropped her head back onto the pillow.

“Don’t fall asleep. You need food.”

“Yes, sir,” she yawned.

When I returned with the tray, I was pleased to find she was naked and spread eagle on the bed.

I paused in the doorway, taking her in. Her long, brown hair framed her perfect face against the pillow. The towel was draped around her shoulders and arms, but her breasts were bare, her nipples erect and red from all the attention I’d given them.

I felt my cock jump. I couldn’t wait to taste them again, and even though they’d be sensitive, there were ways to stimulate her to an orgasm without making it too painful. In fact, I was pretty sure I could even bring her to another orgasm just from sucking them if I wanted to—and I very much wanted to.

I’d never met a more sensitive and responsive woman. Not ever, and I’d slept with more than a few women, in addition to my activities at the club, and a few long-term relationships.

But all of them paled now. Avery was incredible.

Her eyes opened, and then she sat up. “Sorry,” she said sleepily, “I didn’t hear you come in.” She pulled the towel across her chest when she noticed the focus of my eyes, raising her eyebrow.

“You’re beautiful,” I assured her.

“Thank you,” she said, no nonsense. “Let’s eat.”

I joined her on the bed, and we ate in silence, both cross-legged and naked. It was sexy.

In addition to being incredible, she was also comfortable with her body, and I loved it.

“Tell me about hard limits,” she invited.

“You know about them?”

“Well, I know that it’s important to establish what they are before getting into a relationship or scene—is that what you call it?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “Hard limits are different for everyone—men and women. And then there are some relationships that have no limits at all.”

“Wow,” she whispered, “I can’t imagine that.”

“What do you think your hard limits would be?” I asked her, curious.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Before meeting you, I might have had a long list, but now, I’m not so sure.”

“Needles?” I asked.

“Shit, no way.”

I laughed. “Okay, edge play?”

She looked at me, and I met her gaze head-on. “I’m not sure.” She looked away, her brow furrowed, then looked back at me. “I wouldn’t want it to draw blood, but—I trust you, Caden. I really do. There’s something about the thought of you blindfolding me and—and doing that—that feels kind of erotic to me.”

“Good to know,” I say without judgment.

“Would you do it to me?”

“I have experience and training in it. If you wanted me to, I would do it, absolutely.”

“Wow,” she puts her fork down, clearly finished with her food. “How experienced are you?”

“I’m pretty steeped in the lifestyle, Avery. With that said, I’m open. I don’t have a sub right now, and if I did, we wouldn’t have been sexually active at all. For me, that kind of relationship needs to be exclusive. I don’t have preconceived ideas about what I need to be able to do in a D/S relationship, because it’s very individual, and very much a commitment and contract between two people, with both parties comfort and trust being paramount.”

“I like the sound of that,” she whispered. She looked at my cock, “and by the looks of it, you do, too.” She giggled and my cock jumped. “Want me to help you with that?” She offered.

“No, I want to explore this further, if you’re comfortable with it.”

“Okay.”

“Have you ever been spanked?”

“Nope,” she answers quickly. “I’m not sure about the punishment thing,” she says, but with hesitancy.

“I think punishment is something that’s hard to fully understand until you’ve experienced it.” I’m matter-of-fact about it because I know from experience that’s true. I also know that she would get off on it. I know the human body intimately, and now I know her intimately, and I already know what she’d be comfortable with, what she’d consider, and what she’d have hard limits around.

In fact, her pussy is glistening just from the conversation around punishment.

“Do you see that?” I point to her cunt.

She blushes and moves the tray off her lap.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Avery. I just think it’s important for you to consider what your body’s telling you about the idea of punishment and being spanked.”

She gulped. “Do you want to spank me?” she whispered.

“Not at the moment, no, but there have been times when I have,” I admit. “I’m not a sadist, Avery.”

She chuckles. “Oh, I can tell when you want to punish me,” she admits, wiggling her ass against the bed.

I resist the urge to put my fingers in her wet pussy. “Anal?” I ask.

“Not sure,” she admits, “but it’s not a hard limit.” Then she pauses, “Can you have a hard limit for something like that?”

“You can have a hard limit for just about anything, Avery, but at some point, if there are a lot of them, a person has to ask themselves if the lifestyle is right for them or not.”

She nods.

“You have definite potential.”

“Do you think so?” Suddenly she seems shy.

“I know so, just in how you respond to me. When you’re not in your head, you respond or obey me immediately. Instinctually,” I tell her.

She nods and admits, “Yes, I know. I think I realized when I wanted to read the BDSM romance novel for the second time that the lifestyle was a real possibility for me even though that scared me. And trust me, I’m aware of how automatically I obey you at times.”

I reach up and touch one of her nipples gently. She shrinks back against the pillow, surprised. “Want to play?” I ask her.

Her eyes are wary, but she says, “okay.”

I’m immediately in Dom mode. “Hands above your head.”

She jerks them above her head quickly.

“Spread your legs.”

She does.

“Wider.”

She hesitates but then spreads them wider.

“When you hesitate, you have to be punished, Avery. Do you understand?”

Her breath hitches and her eyes are wide. “Yes, sir.”

I dip my fingers between her folds. “You’re so wet for me, babe, so eager.”

Her cheeks blush, and she smiles.

I move to her nipples next, and she presses back against the pillows.

“I know they’re sensitive, I’ll be gentle. Now close your eyes and let yourself go. You can move, but try to stay as still as you can. Sounds are fine,” I instruct her.

She closes her eyes, “Yes, sir.”

I kneel between her legs, pressing them out further still. “Breathe, babe.”

After she’s taken three breaths, I tell her, “I’m going to touch you, everywhere. I’ll spend longer in some places than others, and you are not to resist. Keep your hands above your head.”

She nods.

I need you to use your words, Avery. I want to make sure it’s clear.

“Yes, sir, it’s clear.”

“Good girl, now breathe. I want you to remember to breathe, Avery, so I want you to choose whether you will breathe in and out to a rhythm count of three, or four, whichever you are most comfortable with, but you must do it without stopping, regardless of what I do. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, starting to breathe to a rhythm.

I start by caressing her sides, under her arms and up her arms. She doesn’t move. Good, she’s not overly ticklish. Next, I move to her collarbone and her breath hitches in anticipation. “Remember your rhythm,” I instruct.

She does.

“Such a good girl, Avery,” I praise her. Her lips turn up.

I push farther into her crotch and it stretches her legs wider. Her breath hitches, but then she remembers her rhythm. Next, I move my hands down to her breasts with feather light touches, then around her areola, cupping the weight in my hands. She sighs but keeps breathing.

When my thumbs flick across her nipples, she forgets her rhythm, but then starts it again. As soon as she does, I flick her nipples once, twice, three times, but gently.

She cries out, “Fuck, Caden.”

I tweak her nipple, hard.

“I’m sorry! I mean sir!”

“That’s better,” I agree, going back to gentle caresses on her nipples. I’m obsessed with them, and the expressions of pleasure on her face, her soft moans, and the cream that’s dripping from her cunt.

“You’re a master, aren’t you?” she whispers. “You’re like this sex ninja master.”

I chuckle. “What do you mean?”

“It’s not possible for a nipple to create the sensations I’m feeling right now. They’re too sensitive, but yet you are. Caden. I can feel the flick of your thumbs everywhere in my body,” she admits with awe.

“I think it has more to do with you, Avery, than it does me,” I admit.

I move my fingers from her breasts and circle them down her sides, all the way to the inside of her thighs. She sighs again.

Then I move them closer to her cunt and her breath hitches. I pause and she catches her rhythm. “This is going to get harder, babe, and I want you to focus completely on your breathing. Don’t miss even one beat.”

“Okay.”

My fingers dip into the cream running down her cunt and onto the sheets. I swirl it around her thighs and she’s breathing heavier now. I keep swirling all the way to the inside of her folds. She’s soaking wet, and my fingers glide easily. I open her lips with my fingers, in awe of her pink, glistening pussy. She gasps when the cool air hits it and I watch it pulse.

Fucking beautiful. I move toward her clit with small swirls, and she’s struggling to maintain her rhythm. “Focus,” I tell her sharply, pressing my index finger directly on her clit.

Her hips arch, and I push them back down. “Breathe,” I demand, pulling the skin at the top of her clit back. She releases a deep moan, but I don’t stop. Her clit is exposed to the air and my eyes, and I want to tease it. It’s glistening in her juices, swollen and beautiful.

I move the tip of my finger along the top and she arches again. “Stop moving,” I tell her. I won’t tell you again.”

“Okay, sir,” she agrees, a grimace on her face, her breathing deep.

This time I touch the base of her exposed clit, her face scrunches, but she stays still. But when I pinch it between my fingers, she comes right up off the bed. I hold it, rolling it, “Breathe,” I insist, and on her inhale, she shatters.

“Caden,” she cries, and I pull her into my arms, stoking her hair, holding her tight until her body calms.