Testing The Limits Read Free

thorough, I give him that. Would I accept spanking? Would I be blindfolded? Wax, knives and ropes? Stuff I hadn't even heard of, that I made a mental note to Google later.
    Incognito window, of course.
    The upshot was that I was prepared to try most things, at least once - maybe twice, just to be sure. It was hard to say I wouldn't do something when I didn't really understand what that "something" was.
    And I had this firm idea that I was a modern woman, and modern women aren't scared of bedroom antics, right?
    He had other demands, too, which I found more difficult.
    He laughed at my discomfiture. "So you're happy for me to grab you off the street and fuck you, hard, and send you on to a presentation without any underwear? But you struggle with showing me proper respect…"
    "I can call you sir," I said. "I kinda get that. You know, when we're intimate. But the no-cursing thing is hard, and the way you hold doors open and order the wine."
    "That's me showing you respect," he said. He grew intense. "You are my queen, my woman, my light. I am your champion, your protector, your defender. Nurturing you is the reason I am strong. This is a two-way process."
    I couldn't help but sit up a little straighter. It was appealing, in a way. "I'll try."
    "What I'm saying, Jas, is that you don't have to be in control all the time."
    "Like I am at work?"
    "Exactly that. I wouldn't be so attracted to you if you were a pushover. I have no interest in weak women. But with me … allow me to be in charge."
    I blew out my cheeks. "Well… okay, then."
    My internal arguments were soon smothered as he reached out and stroked my cheek tenderly. His thumb brushed my lips, so lightly, like a gentle butterfly. I shivered all over as he drew himself closer to me, looming over me, his breath now tickling my ear.
    "Now take all of your clothes off."
    "You first," I said, pushing at him, all flirty-like.
    That was a mistake.
    He didn't need to do anything but raise one eyebrow at me, and I melted inside. And somehow, I wanted to be in trouble. I wanted to know how dangerous he was. Oh Lord, yes.
    Be frightening.
    "Now take all of your clothes off," he said again, and the fact that he had had to repeat himself was one more thing he would have to punish me for.
    Oh yes, yes, yes.
    So I stood up, all afire with passion and lust and fear, the whole crazy mix sending my heart rate into lunatic territory, and I let my clothes drop to the floor, one by one. I didn't care to take my time. I wasn't making a show of it. I wanted to get naked and face what came next.
    He sat with his legs slightly apart, sprawling over the couch, watching me. I searched his face, hoping to see lust there, but he kept his expression blankly impassive.
    I looked him right in the eye. Yeah, there was deliberately a challenge in that.
    He surged to his feet, grabbed me round the waist, and sat back down heavily, bringing me across his lap. I squirmed to get comfortable, with my breasts hanging down next to his knees, and my legs the other side. My hands went out in front of me, flat on the floor, and my ass was high in the air.
    I was readying myself for what I knew would be next but the blow came without warning and quicker than I expected; and he didn't speak. His palm slapped hard onto my buttock, much harder than I was ready for, and I cried out in shocked surprise.
    "Ow - wait - "
    "Count. And thank me properly."
    His dry voice made me shiver all over, again, and my palms were slippery. The pain stung and burned and he rained two more blows upon me.
    "Two, three, thank you sir," I said, and for some reason that brought tears to my eyes. Not the pain - just the ignominy of thanking him!
    His hand grasped my tingling flesh, but without a blow this time. Instead, he pummeled me, rubbing at my soreness. The sting eased away into a spreading warmth. His hand was now caressing me. My nerve endings were sparking; I was acutely aware of my body, my skin, my flesh, myself. I was crackling