How to Discipline Your Vampire(10)

            “So you’re looking for monogamy?” I asked.

            He nodded.

            “Me, too,” I replied, checking his list again. I see he crossed off some of the more off-color hard limits, the ones involving animals and excrement. Guess he didn’t want to get caught talking about that sort of thing in the park.

            As I read down the list, my eyebrows came down from their loft and furrowed. “Breath play isn’t even a soft limit?” I asked. Not that I liked it, but most people refused to do something so dangerous.

            He shrugged. “It doesn’t get me off, but I don’t mind it.”

            I crossed my legs as he talked about getting off. Bizzy, my bossy vag, was nagging me to move in for the kill. I inched closer to him. He didn’t act as though he was going to chicken out, like Erin had said.

            “Public servitude?” That wasn’t for the faint of heart, I thought to myself.

            “Would you like to collar me now? Here, in front of that tour group?” he asked, gesturing toward the large bunch of elderly folks touring the historic homes.

            I gulped and resisted the urge to fan myself. “Some other time. What about canes?” Those hurt.

            “I actually really enjoy them.”

            He must have buns of steel. I’d never met a guy who didn’t weep when I used a cane.

            “You are one tough cookie,” I blurted, then realized you should never call a man a cookie.

            He laughed. “I guess. It’s more that I’m open to all experiences, and I’m . . . durable. So, tell me, aside from role-play, what are your turn-ons?” He slid his hand from my shoulder down my back. He kept it chaste, but I swear I could have mounted him on the spot. Which would have entertained that group of blue-hairs a great deal more than the details about Portsmouth’s fishing heritage.

            “Well, I suppose it all comes back to the scene. I love attention to detail and originality. If I can truly lose myself in a scene, then you’ve done a good job. I like my men thorough,” I explained, arching my back and pressing my body farther into his hand, “in every way.”

            He scooted closer, took his eyes off me, and scanned the horizon. “And your limits?” he asked nervously.

            I pulled a paper out of my purse. “Not nearly as fearless as yours, but I’m definitely open to many experiences. Like I said, it’s all about the scene. If you incorporate any of these soft limits into a scene, and do it really well, I’d be interested.” He nodded, taking in my checklist.

            “I’m a little traditional,” he explained shyly, “so please don’t be disappointed if I don’t . . . um . . . do some of these things to you at first. I’d like to build up to your soft limits.”

            I blushed. “That’s sweet,” I said, nearly gushing. “I mean, as far as bondage stuff goes, it’s sweet.” I remembered the story about Jennifer, and even though I knew Erin was lying through her teeth, I thought I’d be safe and just ask. “So, which Dommes have you served in the Portsmouth area? It’s a small community.”

            “None. I thought you were aware of my track record,” he said, combing his fingers through his longish hair. He was one of those guys who looked like he was due for a haircut, but it didn’t matter. It fell straight, nearly into his eyes, but curled slightly at the end. I wanted to grip it in my hands. God, why couldn’t our scene be right now? Bizzy hounded.

            “Not even casually? I thought you might have played with my friend Jennifer.”

            “No, I’m afraid not. Glad I don’t have to make things awkward between friends.”