Page 102 of Speechless
“What kind of dessert do you want?” I asked her. “We’ll order, and then I’d like to see your list.”
“I don’t know. They all seem good.”
“Then pick two. We’ll each get one and share.”
“Crème brûlée,” she said. “And the ice cream.”
I glanced at the flavors again and froze. Cardamom, green tea, lemon thyme, andviolet. “Absolutely,” I told her. “I want that violet ice cream.”
“I’ve never had it. Might be a little weird since it’s my scent.”
Running my palm down her spine, I finally released her. The waiter approached. “That’s exactly why I want to try it. No doubt it will be delicious. Do you mind if I order for us?”
“Feel free.”
The man held his pen, expectant. “We’re going to pass on the entrees and go straight to dessert,” I informed him, ordering what we wanted. If he found it strange, he didn’t show it. Just retreated in silence.
I slid my phone in front of Trinity, already open to my copy of the list the others had given me. Nothing out of the ordinary. They hadn’t shown me Trinity’s, though they had no problem letting me know that they thought her list was incredible.
She gave me her phone in return, and I began to scroll.
It was a very good thing that the two of us were sitting in a darkened corner and behind a table. Otherwise everyone might get an eyeful of my dick hardening in my pants.
Now I knew what they meant. Down the line, the things she marked positively were things that I had as well. Masochism was a maybe, but with everything else here, I wasn’t worried.
Trinity swallowed. “Wow.”
“That about sums it up, yeah.”
She shyly handed me my phone back. “Can you send me a copy?”
“Absolutely.”
I watched her shift, turning toward me. “I know we have the lists, but that doesn’t tell me everything. Tell me what you like and what you want.”
“There’s very little on your list that I don’t enjoy, but if I have to choose a label, I call myself a pleasure sadist.”
Her mouth dropped open in a perfectO, fueling my imagination for what it might look like when she was overwhelmed by the same pleasure I was telling her about. “A pleasure sadist? What does that mean?”
I leaned closer again, whispering in her ear. Feeling her shiver just made me harder. “I will pleasure you until it reaches the point of pain, and then teach you tocraveit.”
“Oh.” A moaned breath. “I’ve never thought about that. Or pain, really.”
“If you’re willing to try?—”
“I am.” Her answer was almost too fast. “Yes.”
Curling my arm around her hips, I moved her so she was almost in my lap. “And though I’m never going to be an asshole about it, I have a pretty serious ownership kink. Which is why being out with you while you’re wearing everything I chose is intoxicating.”
Trinity’s body softened into mine. “That’s what does it for you? The clothes?”
“Less the clothes, and more the fact that you’re wearing what I picked. Among other things.”
“What else?”
“Mmm.” The sound in my chest was somewhere between a growl and a purr. “Everything. Coming inside you when we fuck, making sure you take every drop because you belong to me. Being able to show off that you’re mine, knowing that you’ll let me, no matter how I choose to do that.” Lower. “I’d love to lock a collar on you.”
Her whole body shuddered, and perfume seeped from beneath her dress. She liked that idea. A lot.
