“What is your safe word?” She tried to look away, but he gently cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what that means.”
“Your safe word is a word you can say, any word you want, that will immediately stop our play. You only use it in an emergency or when you can’t endure any more.” His voice took on a stern edge that turned her knees to water. “A safe word is not just for when you don’t feel comfortable with something or you’re a little bit scared. You’re trusting me to lead your body and mind where it needs to go, to give you pleasure, and I’m trusting you to let me do that.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded. “I’d like my safe word to be pineapple.”
He laughed, and some of the cold went out of his eyes, replaced by a delicious warmth that radiated from the pit of her stomach and out into her limbs like a low-voltage current. “Pineapple?”
“Yeah, I’m allergic to them, so it’s a word I won’t forget. I figured it was better than using stop as a safe word.”
“Smart girl.” He leaned down, and his lips brushed her ear, sending an erotic charge through her. “Your safe word is pineapple. If you say it, all play stops. I’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time.”
Oddly enough, she felt a flash of disappointment when he said that. He must have sensed it, because he chuckled. “I believe you and I have very different interpretations of easy. Are you ready to play with me, Miss Evans?”
“Yes, Officer.”
Bryan wanted nothing more in the world than to flip that fluffy white skirt over her head and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. She was such a delicious combination of innocence and need, and her submissive nature aroused his dominant side. Even more important, she had truly surprised him.
Her choice of fantasy hadn’t been what he imagined at all. Instead of the jail cell encounter he expected, she had put them in a marvelous world that told him a lot about her. This fantasy was fun, and if they had some time after they were done playing, he really wanted to take his lady for a cruise in her car and show her what it could really do. He’d always had a weakness for Corvettes. He wondered why she’d picked this particular car out.
She pressed the softness of her hips into his, and he amended that plan. Three hours wouldn’t be enough time to savor her lovely little body. “Before we begin, what are your limits?”
She stiffened in his arms. “My what?”
“Your hard limits are things you absolutely won’t do. Your soft limits are things you might do under the right circumstances.” He looked into her eyes, and she felt like he could see into her soul. “For example, I don’t think you’re the type of sub who’d like to use needles, fire, or blood.”
She gaped at him. “Seriously? You like that?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No, I’m not into the rougher stuff. But don’t try to change the subject. I want you to think about what your limits are. Your limits aren’t set in stone, you can and probably will change them in the future as you learn and grow, but for right now, just tell me what absolutely turns you off.”
She leaned back, and he laced his fingers over the top swell of her bottom, supporting her as she unconsciously trusted him to not let her fall. “I don’t like to be called names or made fun of. I also don’t like any of those things that you mentioned.” She shivered. “I’m a little claustrophobic, and the thought of wearing one of those masks like I saw in the lobby where the poor guy couldn’t see or hear and just had a little slit to breath out of makes me sick.”
“What about anal sex?”
Heat flooded her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. “I’ve tried it, but I didn’t like it very much. My hus—uh, my partner didn’t really know what he was doing.”
He grinned at her and delighted in the way she immediately smiled back. He wanted her a little apprehensive of him, a bit off balance, but not scared. “Perhaps we shall try it sometime. I assure you, little flame, I do know what I’m doing, and you would beg me not to stop as you orgasmed with my cock in your ass.”
The shocked look she gave him made him want to laugh, but he managed to keep a straight face as she continued to stare at him with a mixture of shock and desire.
“I agree with your hard limits.” He shifted his stance, purposely looming over her. “I have your safe word, pineapple, and the safe word to get you out of the simulation. Use them only if you must. If I feel like you’re just using it because you’re scared and unsure rather than actually fearful for your life, I’ll stop the simulation myself. You need to allow me to take the lead to let me show you what I know you’re capable of.”
Her lips softened, and the tip of her tongue darted out to wet them. Even his self-control had its limits, and he found himself dipping down to capture her mouth in a kiss before he even realized it. She stiffened at the first gentle pressure of his touch, then moaned against his mouth when he gently sucked on her lower lip and bit it. So she did like a bit of sting with her pleasure. She tasted good, feminine with a hint of cherry lip gloss.
Gentle at first, he took his time, licking the seam of her lips and nibbling her mouth until she parted her lips and invited him in. Then he made the kiss hard, demanding, owning her mouth with his tongue as he explored her. Her tongue stroked against his, hesitant at first, then bolder as she elicited a hungry growl from him. She was such a unique blend of innocence and experience.
Her hands tangled in his hair, and she practically climbed his body as she gave herself fully to the kiss. The firm press of her breasts against his chest made him eager to play with them, to coax sensations from her body he bet no one ever had. When she began to rub her hips against his in a way that made him want to spill in his pants like a teenager, he broke the kiss, chuckling as she made a complaining sound that turned into a husky groan.
What a beautiful sight she was. Lips pink and swollen, a bit of beard burn on her chin, and those beautiful eyes looking up at him with surprise and a trust that touched him deeper than anyone had in a long time. “Please don’t stop,” she said in a low voice and offered herself to him again.
He stepped back and purposely put some space between them. “Turn around and put your hands on the hood. Pull your dress up around your waist and spread your feet.”
For a long moment, she hesitated, staring at him with a pleading expression. Her lower lip actually trembled, and he had to resist the urge to soothe her. That wasn’t what she needed from him. “You have ten seconds to make up your mind, Miss Evans, before I call this whole thing off and write you a ticket.”
She flushed enough to match her hair and spun around. He noted how her hands shook as she bunched the material of her skirts up around her waist. She wore stockings, held in place by sexy white garters. Silky white panties molded to her well-rounded bottom. His cock ached, and he gripped it through the stiff fabric of his pants. She arched her back, balancing on her demure white kitten heels while he waited for her to get up the nerve to look at him.
A soft breeze blew a strand of shining auburn hair across her cheek, and he forced himself to remain still, to wait her out. The tensing of her buttocks gave her away before she stole a glance over her shoulder at him. Whatever she saw in his expression made her look quickly back around to face the car’s hood. The gravel crunched beneath his boots as he stepped up behind her and let her feel the heat from his body. Instead of going for her exposed bottom, he moved aside the mass of red curls and uncovered the curve of her neck.
She struggled to remain still, slight shifts of her feet and hips betraying her nervousness as much as the pulse pounding on the side of her throat. Using just the tips of his fingers, he traced a path from the downy soft hair on the back of her neck, over to her ear, and down to rest lightly on her pulse. “Miss Evans, you do know you have to be punished for breaking the law.”