Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
I turn back to retrieve my own plate, then settle in across from her. She pokes at her food with a fork but doesn’t eat.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
She doesn’t hesitate. “Sex.”
My hand stills over my coffee. She flicks her gaze up to mine, then back down to her plate as if she regrets the admission. “But I’m usually thinking about sex.”
I hum in approval. “Interesting. Thank you for your honesty.” I tilt my head, assessing. “You should know I value honesty above everything else. If we embark on this together, you must never lie to me. Do you promise?”
Her gaze sharpens. “If I promise, how do you know I’m not lying?”
I smile, slow and dark. “I’ll find out. And then this—between us—will end forever.”
She leans back, considering. “Lying is that much of a dealbreaker to you?”
“Yes.”
“What about cheating? Because I already told you I’m a sex addict.”
“Do you usually cheat?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t have significant others.”
That surprises me. “Never?”
“Maybe when I was a teenager, for like, a minute.”
“Did you cheat on them?”
“They cheated on me.”
Each minor revelation is a pearl I tuck away, a puzzle piece I will assemble until I have the full picture of her laid bare.
“What do you think about when you’re not thinking about sex?” I ask.
She smirks. “I’m always thinking about sex.”
I doubt that’s true, but I let it lie. “So, you can’t promise me that you won’t cheat, but I need you to promise me that you won’t lie.”
She studies me, and I like that she’s taking this seriously. I like everything about this subdued, thoughtful version of her. Interesting that she’s not always manic energy and chaos. She has quiet depths, too. Even more interesting is that she’s already willing to show me this new side of her.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I won’t lie to you.”
She doesn’t meet my eyes as she says it. But I still believe her. I’ve had plenty of people look me in the eye as they swore they were telling the truth, only to stab me in the back later.
“Good. What are your hard limits?”
“No scat play,” she says immediately, wrinkling her nose. “And no fluid exchange.”
I nod. “That’s reasonable. Although, eventually, I would like to exchange fluids.”
She looks hesitant. “Full disclosure, I have HSV-1. It’s one of the types of herpes.”
“I know. One that fifty to eighty percent of the population has. I have it, too.”
Her eyes widen, seeming surprised by my calm answer. “Doctors don’t usually test for it. And most people freak out when I mention the H word.”
“That’s ignorance. It’s commonly acquired in childhood through shared towels or water bottles. And you didn’t answer my question. Do you have any more hard limits? It’s important that we agree on these before we begin.”
“What are your hard limits?” She arches her petite eyebrow.
I smirk. “You won’t get near them. And you’ll be the one following the rules, not setting them.”
She flops back dramatically. “Jesus! Usually, I have to fight for my safety-first spiel. Now you’re grilling me because I don’t have more limits?”
“We’ll circle back. What’s your safe word?”
She arches an eyebrow at me. “Domino.”
My cock stiffens. “When were you last tested?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Did you use a condom?”
She scowls. “Of course. I told you—no fluids. I’m a safety girl.”
“Are you amenable to fluid exchange if we’re both tested?”
She blinks, looking shy for the first time since I’ve met her. “I’ve never done that.”
“Gone with someone to get tested or been taken bare?”
Her lips part. I see the shift in her breathing. “Either. Both.”
I feel the change in the air between us.
Heat licks down my spine. I will be the first. I will be the only.
“Are you amenable to doing so?”
She smiles crookedly, then repeats with a terrible mock British accent, “I am amenable.”
My cock goes fully hard, and I want to pull her over my lap and finger her until she squeals. No one ever dares to take the piss with me.
I want her to do it again. And again, and again.
“Eat,” I command, voice rough.
She rolls her eyes but obeys, stabbing at her food. My cock twitches. No one ever dares roll their eyes at me, either.
I’m obsessed with watching the way she eats, slow and careful, like she’s testing the boundaries of this strange new world we’re building.
She swallows, then tilts her head. “So, are you ever going to explain how you’re a priest and a dom?”
I take a sip of coffee, then smirk. “I wasn’t always a priest.”
She leans in. “That’s all you’re gonna give me? No more explanation about how you go back and forth from playing, ‘yes, Daddy,’” she moans breathily, then puts her hands together, “to ‘forgive me, Father’?”
Her eyes glint with mischief. Brat.
I chuckle, low and dark. She has no idea what she’s just unleashed.