“How does that work?” I ask, pointing to the word public.
“I could, for instance, insist that you wear a butterfly vibrator inside your panties when we’re going somewhere, and then use the remote control to turn it on at any time during the outing.”
I cross my legs. “Oh. Wow. Well…”
He laughs at my reaction. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, sweetheart.”
“It does sound rather… interesting. What’s another example?”
Sliding his arms around me from behind, he nudges my hair out of his way and presses his lips to my neck. “I could insert a plug before an event such as the Oscars, for example, and you’d spend the entire evening sitting next to me, your ass being stretched by the plug so I could take you home after and replace the plug with my cock.”
A tremble ripples through my body at the thought of such a scenario.
“My baby likes that one, huh?”
“I don’t know. I’d be mortified.”
“No one would know except for you and me. That’s part of the thrill of this arrangement. You step outside your comfort zone with me and only me the wiser, and the reward is pleasure like you can’t imagine.”
As I raise my pen to mark the toys as a soft limit, he touches his lips to my ear. “Some of the plugs vibrate. That’s the ultimate.”
After a brief hesitation spent imagining a vibrating butt plug as part of my Oscar attire, I mark the toys as a soft limit as well as voyeurism, which sounds interesting as well. I think I’d enjoy watching others have sex, even if I’m not convinced I could let them watch me.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “So brave and fearless.”
“Hardly fearless, but what did you tell me? Try everything once and twice if we like it?”
“Words to live by.” After taking a closer look at the page of limits, he points to the question mark I’ve placed next to gagging. “What’s the question?”
“How do I use a safe word if I’m gagged?”
“That’s a great question, and the answer is we renegotiate the safe word so it’s a gesture. Perhaps you snap your fingers twice for slow down and once for stop? Or you do thumbs-up for good, when I ask you, and thumbs-down for bad. We work that out ahead of time.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You should know I’m not a huge fan of gagging. I like to hear my partner’s reaction to whatever I’m doing, and I especially like to hear your reactions, so let’s cross that off our list.” He takes the pen from me and draws a line through the word. “There’re a lot of other things people do in this lifestyle, but if it’s not on this list, it’s not of interest to me. In our club, every Dom has their own list of things they enjoy, and the sub can determine his or her limits based on the Dom’s list.”
“So guys can be subs and women can be Doms?”
“Yep. Marlowe is a Dominatrix. She’s in hot demand by male subs who get off on her brand of domination and humiliation.”
“Marlowe is a Domme.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“Wait until you see her in action. Suffice to say that none of us would dare fuck with her when she’s wielding a whip.” He returns to his seat next to me, and tops off both our wineglasses. “One more thing I want to add to our personal contract. May I?”
Still processing what I’ve learned about my new friend, Marlowe Sloane, I slide the pages across the bar to him.
He takes the pen from me and begins to write on the back of the second page. When he’s finished, he pushes it over to me so I can see what he’s written. It is, I realize, the first time I’ve seen his distinct handwriting. “That could be a font. The Flynn Godfrey font. It would be a huge bestseller.”
“Just read it,” he says, laughing.
The passage he has added says, This contract between Flynn and Natalie Godfrey is binding for the purposes of enhancing their already spectacular sexual relationship. If, at any time, Flynn or Natalie should choose to end this contract, it shall have no bearing whatsoever on their life contract as best friends, lovers, husband and wife or parents to their future children. Flynn and Natalie’s marriage vows take precedence over all other contracts and agreements set forth here.
“That means,” he says softly, looking at me as he speaks, “that you can get out of this at any time without endangering other more important agreements already in place between us.”
“Thank you for that. It’s incredibly sweet of you to know I’d need that assurance.”
“You always have an out, sweetheart, whether it’s through safe words or deciding the whole thing isn’t for you or that your limits have changed. Despite how it may appear, you’re the one who’s actually in charge here.”
“I like that,” I say, giving him a sassy grin.
His low growl makes me laugh. “I’m going to like paddling that sweet ass when you get mouthy with me.”