Page 68 of Keep Me On Edge

I frown, unsure that’s a good idea.

He points at the wall. “There.” He’s picked a spot to the side of the window, far enough away from it that no one will be able to see us. “I won’t let you fall.”

I believe him.

“I’m going to touch your cock, balls, and hole.”

I whimper. I want to stop talking about it and get on with it. I know why he’s telling me everything that’s going to happen, but fuck, I want to get to the main event. This is a tantalising trailer, which is ramping up my excitement. I also have a chance to say no to anything he’s planned, but I’m not going to. It all sounds amazing.

“You will not come until I give you permission to.”

“No, Sir.”

“You will use your safewords if you need to.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“When I ask you to, you will rate your pain on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the highest.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want to know how much pain you think you can tolerate.”

“Between one and ten?”

He nods.

I look him in the eyes. “Eight.”

He raises an eyebrow but smooths it back down again just as fast.

“I like pain.”

His lips curve into a decadent smile. “Apparently so. There’s one last thing.”

I can’t imagine what else we could possibly have to talk about.

“Would a fan help?”

“A fan?”

“At The Library, I keep my submissives warm, but that might make you sleepier. A fan would keep you cool, which tends to make people more alert.”

My jaw slackens. No one’s ever suggested that before as a technique to help me stay awake. I’ve never even thought about it before.

“Bad idea?”

I shake my head. “No. I think it’s a great idea.” I look around my room. “But I don’t have a fan.”

He smiles. “I do.” He nods toward the wall. “Stand over there and undress for me while I fetch the fan.”

He leaves me alone. My legs are slightly wobbly as I stand and walk over to the wall. I take my clothes off, fold them, and put them on the bed. Then I stand against the wall, using it for partial support. A second later, there’s a knock on the door.

“It’s me,” Stefan says softly from the other side.

I breathe out a sigh of relief. “I’m ready, Sir.”

He comes inside and shuts the door, locks it, and then pauses and flicks his gaze over me. “You’re so beautiful.”