Page 113 of Masters of Pleasure
“If you say so, Avery.”
“Thanks, Mom.How’s Dad?Has he gotten his cholesterol tested lately?”It was a dirty move, but the one surefire way to distract her mom was to bring up her dad’s health.Especially since he still wasn’t following the diet she was trying to keep him on.
Nick
Cuddled up on the couch with Avery after their shift, Nick rested his head on top of hers.They were watching aCutthroat Kitchenrerun, which—since his first class at Marquis—he was seeing in a whole new light.
“Do you think Alton Brown is kinky?”
Avery laughed, her head moving beneath his cheek.
“Oh God, yes.Did you not think so?”
“I never really thought about it, but now it’s kind of hard to ignore the… you know… handcuffs and spreader bars.”
“Not to mention how often he refers to himself as Daddy.”
Oh, holy shit.He hadn’t even thought about that part.
“Maybe he’s not, and kink has ruined our minds.”
“Uh-huh,” Avery snickered, not sounding convinced.“You keep telling yourself that.”
“Are you getting sassy with me?”He tickled her, his fingers poking her ticklish spots.She giggled, twisting against him, trying to escape by burrowing into his side.
“Maybe I am… What are you going to do about it?Sir?”She gave a little shriek when his fingers found a sensitive spot, jumping up and landing on his lap, her knees slowly sliding down on either side of his thighs.
Fuck.She wanted to be kinky.
She’d been hinting, but other than a few swats during doggy style, Nick hadn’t been able to bring himself to do more, hadn’t been sure how to.One thing Monday’s lesson hadn’t included was ‘how to start a scene with your submissive that doesn’t feel awkward.’
Though he supposed that’s what Avery was doing right now.
Could he spank her?
No.He didn’t feel ready.
Maybe clamps?Clamps were their own thing.He couldn’t make them worse or mess those up.
Her expression was growing tense, and she looked as though she wished she hadn’t said anything.
Say something, dumbass.
“Do you have clamps?”He slid his hands up to her breasts, caressing them in case she didn’t understand what he was asking.Under her tank top, the little buds of her nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric, and Nick’s cock jerked in response.He ran his thumbs over the bumps, enjoying the way her back arched, and she squirmed on his lap.Her pupils dilated, the happy smile spreading on her face confirming he’d made the right choice.
“Yes, Sir.”
Fucking hell.He wanted her to call him by his name because calling him Sir seemed demeaning, but he couldn’t deny he got off on hearing her say it.Though since he hadn’t asked her to, it was what she wanted, and he shouldn’t feel guilty for enjoying it, right?
“Go get them.”He tweaked her nipples through her shirt, hoping he sounded commanding.However, he sounded, she seemed to like it because she lit up from within.Smoothly, she got to her feet and sauntered toward her bedroom, which gave him a moment to compose himself.
What the fuck am I doing?
Shit.He should have planned something.Right?Was it okay to go with the flow?Why hadn’t he asked any of these questions in class?
Because you hadn’t thought of them yet.
Now he understood why there was a practical class with the submissives.When he’d thought about putting clamps on Avery, he’d been so busy worrying about whether they’d be too much for her or that he would remove them in time, he hadn’t thought about the logistics of making putting them on her into something sexy.
