They had to talk, that much was clear. She had to ask him stuff; like, did he want her to do what the woman they’d just seen had done? Take a million guys like that? Because as hot as it had seemed, that wasn’t going to fly with her. Nope. No way.

But right now, talking wasn’t nearly as important as getting him out of his highly unnecessary clothes. She battled with his annoying suit, trying to get the tie unhooked as he unbuttoned his shirt. Getting frustrated with it all, he just ripped it open and threw the material on the floor, before grabbing her torso, and hoisting her up, hooking her legs around his waist to hold her there.

“Foreplay can wait.”

She didn’t know how or when he’d removed his trousers, but, the next instant, he pushed her skirt aside, and his hot, hard, large dick was pushing against her entrance and invading her heat.

Tori’s eyes practically rolled back inside her skull as she moaned. No cock had ever felt that fucking good, filled her so completely.

Her back hit the wall. Bryant angled his body, before moving his hips, driving himself in and out of her in a maddening rhythm. Unintelligible prayers crossed her lips until his mouth covered them, swallowing her moans.

Fuck. Those piercings. The Prince Albert at the tip was frantically hitting against her G-spot, while the bars along his dick massaged her inside walls with each of his punishing thrusts.

It was only then that it hit her. It had felt good - incredible - the last time, but nothing like this. She really could feel each of the small metal heads right now.

“Bryant, you’re not wearing a condom.”

He groaned. “I’m clean.” He didn’t stop pounding inside her; she doubted he could, and, if he had tried, she would have wrapped herself around him and held on as hard as she could to prevent him from stopping. “Tell me you’re on birth control.”

That conversation was definitely a little late, but she just bit out a “yes.” His pace picked up, and she had to bite his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming loud enough to raise the dead. A supernova was boiling her insides; there was a pretty good chance that she was about to die, because her body felt like it had been set on fire.

“You need to come, fur bunny.”

“You think!” she yelled back, as Bryant started to toy with her clit.

Fuck. He pinched it with his last hard thrust, and she flew over the edge, becoming boneless in his arms.

They were both panting like they’d run a marathon.

Then, they laughed.

“I don’t know what that was, but it isn’t normal,” Bryant said.

She could have asked him to elaborate, but there was no need; she’d felt the exact same way. She’d had sex plenty of times - throughout college, anyway - and never had it felt like that.

“Come on. Now I’ve given you an incentive, let’s take a look at the paperwork.”

* * *

She stared at the five pieces of paper in front of her.

Anal sex, anal plug, animal roles, asphyxiation, auction for charity, bathroom use control…

Tori gulped. It felt like some sort of an astrophysics test she hadn’t studied for.

“This is a checklist,” Bryant said, stating the obvious. “It’s very extensive. The first thing you should know is that I don’t want to do everything on that list. A lot of those are a strict ‘no’ for me.”

The knot inside her loosened a little. Just a smidgen.

Giving it another glance, and, this time, catching the word bestiality, all she said was, “Good.”

Her voice came out weak. Beatings. Cages (locked inside.)

“Tori? Stay with me, luv.”

She detached her gaze from the form, but she couldn’t really look at Bryant right now.

He sighed. “Sorry, I don’t know how to do this without having a clear list of your hard limits. I just printed a standard checklist - I should have removed the cringe-worthy shit.”

“You think? That might have been a decent idea.” Maybe then she wouldn’t be hyperventilating right now.

He chuckled low. “Alright, how about you let me go through it first? I’ll cross out my hard limits.”

She breathed out.

“Okay.”

Bryant made quick work of the first page. By the time he was done, there weren’t too many things left on it. He passed it to Tori. She steeled her resolved before looking at it again.

Anal Sex

Anal Plugs (small)

Anal Plugs (large)

Being Serviced

Blindfolding

Bondage (light)

Bondage (heavy)

Bondage (public, under clothing)

Caning

That was all that was left of the daunting first page. Everything that had made her skin crawl had been removed.

“Better?”

She laughed. “You could say that.”

“Good. Now that you don’t seem about to faint, look at the next three columns. I want you to use traffic light colors to let me know how much that freaks you out. Green means it’s a yes. Amber is a maybe and red, an absolute no.” He put his Montblanc on the table, right next to her left hand. “Tick the appropriate column. If you want to write a comment, there’s room on the last column.”

Alright. She could do that. Just before she started, he told her, “I don’t expect a lot of green, Tori. But I also don’t expect a form full of reds.”

He didn’t say anything else, working his way through the other pages in silence as she stared at the form like it might bite her.

Her first instinct was to red every single thing there, except maybe the light bondage bit. They’d already done that.

Biting her lip, she breathed out, and checked amber on the entire page, except light bondage, which got a green. Next to public bondage, she wrote “only at The Tower.”

“Done with this one,” she told him, handing him her form.

She saw him glance at it and raise a surprised brow. She smiled, holding her hand up for the second modified page of the list.

Chains

Clothespins

Corset

Cuffs (leather)

Cuffs (metal)

Dildos

Double Penetration

Erotic Dance (for audience)

Following Orders

Holy shit. This one was worth a second glance. And a third after that.

“Double penetration?” she croaked.

“Mh mh. We can work up to that. Like, after anal training and… don’t faint.”

“You mean…with another guy?”

Bryant took a while to answer. “You can red it. In the event that this is going to last, we’ll be reviewing this list periodically, in any case.”

That was exactly what she wanted to hear, of course, but he’d avoided the question, and it seemed fundamental that she had an answer.

“Do you do threesomes, Bryant?”

He must have felt that she wasn’t going to let this go, because he sighed. “Double penetration can very well be with a cock and a dildo, fur bunny. But, yes, I’ve had the occasional threesome in the past. One man, two women, and two guys, one woman. I prefer the second option. Still, this isn’t for everyone.”

Watching him closely now, Tori recognized his cautious expression.

“You’re expecting me to run.”

“Aren’t you?”

Good question. Two guys… she couldn’t imagine that.

Liar, a little voice told her. Okay, so she could imagine it, and that thought made her very wet, but still, it felt wrong. Even her mother, who’d never hidden the fact that she didn’t have very warm feelings for her father, had been faithful to the last. She believed in monogamy. Even if this was supposed to just be casual sex, she didn’t want to bring other people into it.

“I… don’t think I’m cut out for having sex with a bunch of people. I mean, we had a one-night stand awhile back, and I was fine with that, but if we’re really going to do this together, I can’t…”

Bryant frowned, confused for a minute. “Wait. You’re assuming this is to be an open relationship?”

It was her turn to be confused. Wasn’t that what he was saying?

“Tori, there’s a very big difference between a couple having sex with a third party, and a man - or a woman - cheating on their partner with a third party. I’m monogamist. I wouldn’t pick up another girl and fuck her while in an agreement with you. But if both of us feel like it, I’d be open to bringing a third party to our bedroom. This isn’t something everyone can do. Or want to do, for that matter.”

“But you do?” she asked. “You like that sort of thing?”

“Yes.” He sighed again, looking frustrated. “Yes, I do. I’m an exhibitionist, first and foremost. Showing off is my thing. Freud would have a lot to say about lacking attention in my formative years, I’m sure. But whatever the reasons, I like public settings. Threesomes are just an extension of that. But I can do without.” He pointed to the list. “This isn’t about me. It’s about whether there can be an us.”

She re-ran his last couple of sentences in her mind, biting her lip hard. Finally, she grabbed the pen and quickly, without thinking about it too hard, checked off everything in the amber column again.

In for a penny…

Next to ‘following orders’ she added the same addendum, stating that she was only open to it when they were here, and next to ‘double penetration’, she quoted him, stating that they’d work up to it.

“Page three?”

Gags (tape)

Gags (cloth)

Hair pulling

Hand jobs

Harnessing (rope)

Harnessing (leather)

Having clothing chosen for you

Fellatio / cunnilingus (giving)

Fellatio / cunnilingus (receiving)

Flogging

High heels wearing

High heels worship

Intricate rope bondage

Kneeling

Licking (non-sexual)

Lingerie (wearing)

There was a decent amount of green on the third page.

Manicure (receiving)

Massage (giving)

Massage (receiving)

Name change (for scene)

Orgasm denial

Orgasm control

Phone sex

Public exposure

Punishment

“You want to give me a manicure?”

She couldn’t tick green fast enough.

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind brushing your hair, either.”

“Almost makes up for the orgasm denial part.”

He grinned as she ambered and greened most of the page, stopping at the last item.

“Punishment? Define that.”

Bryant felt a little less stressed out when he explained things now, she could tell. “It’s linked to the rest. For example, the ‘following orders’ or ‘orgasm control.’ If you don’t do as you’re told during a scene, I will punish you. You’ve put a maybe on flogging and caning; if these are green for you, that’s some of the ways we’ll go about it.”

She nodded, definitely anxious, but also eager to try, especially after seeing that woman scream like a banshee earlier.

Riding crop

Serving

Serving as a maid

Serving as a waitress

Serving as a wife

Skinny dipping

Slutty clothing (private)

Slutty clothing (public)

Spanking

Swallowing semen

Vibrators

Wand

“I take it you’re not talking about using Harry Potter’s wand on me?” she asked, all the while ticking some green, some amber, and marking that the slutty clothing in public were reserved to The Tower.

“It’s a sex toy. I can google it,” he offered.

She just ticked on amber again. “There, all done. I figure, after trying out a few things, I’ll have more reds and greens, but in the meantime…”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence; Bryant’s lips were on hers, kissing her like he might die if he had to wait another second.

“You can’t imagine how privileged I feel right now. I know at least some of that freaks you out. The fact that you’re willing to try is a gift I’m not taking for granted.”

Tori shrugged. “I’ll try anything once. If it isn’t my thing, then we can just cross it out, right?”

Bryant shook his head, chuckling. “Perfect through and through.”

“So what, now?” she asked, although she knew the answer to that.

“Now, we can try our first scene.”