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A panicked feeling was rising inside of
Kali at every word he said. They were worlds apart, but the blazing chemistry
kept engulfing her in the tone of his voice and the way his hand grazed hers as
they walked. He was nothing like her dream guy, in fact on paper he scared her a
little, but she wanted him in a way she had never felt before. Like they were
standing on the edge of a cliff, and she wanted to hold his hand like they had
in the subway, and jump over the edge together.

It was such a strange feeling, knowing
that she could abandon all restraint with this unrestrained man. Nobody would
know—now that she was away from her family and her friends, she could do
anything she wanted to without having to worry that the entire town was going
to talk about it. He wasn’t the right man for her, but did that matter? Why
move to the city if she was just going to do the same, boring things all the
time?

No, they weren’t right for each other.
But it was right for her right now.

Standing under a streetlamp in a pool of
light, Kali suddenly made up her mind. Even though it was doomed to never go
further than tonight, or maybe a week, or if she was lucky to the end the
project. But she couldn’t let him go without a real taste.

She knew she was playing with fire. She
would have to keep telling her heart this was only sex, fun and sex. An
exciting exploration on the wild side that she could remember when she was
older and sitting across the dinner table from her husband and teenaged kids
who would try to tell her she didn’t know anything about kids today.

“Do you want to come to my place?” she
asked.

Chapter 6

Hunter wasn’t expecting that. He had
felt her moving further and further away from him as they walked after dinner. He
thought it was the natural withdrawal that sometimes happened in response to
intimacy. People often felt vulnerable when they were played with, and she had
played wonderfully well with him during dinner.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.” Kali turned to walk back toward
her apartment.

He was surprised, and he didn’t get
surprised too often. People revealed everything about themselves if you just
watched and listened to them. And everything she had done up to now indicated
that she was
not
the type of woman to invite a man back to her place on
the first date.

“You have to be honest with me,” he said
slowly. “I need to know what you’re really thinking and feeling, or we can get
badly off track.”

“I want you to come home with me.”

He didn’t get it, but he wasn’t going to
argue—he wasn’t that much of a saint. Even if he was getting a gut check. He
tried to keep it casual and talk to her about her neighborhood on the way back,
but she seemed distracted, so he let the conversation lapse into silence. She
still didn’t say a word as she let him into the front door of her building, and
all the way up two flights of stairs to the top floor.

With one glance, he took in the
minimalist décor of her apartment, clearly the beginning of a life in New York
City. Some Ikea furniture with a convertible couch in the front room that
looked out on the street, and a narrow galley kitchen with the bath and bedroom
in the rear. She had chosen subtle stripes and polka dots as patterns.

Kali offered, “Would you like some wine
or a beer?”

“Wine, please.”

This whole thing was her idea, so Hunter
took the wine and sipped it with a pleasant smile. He couldn’t wait to see what
she was up to.

“This way.” She led him into the living
room to sit on the couch. She had turned slightly as if to keep him from
sitting right next to her. He sat down at the other end.

“My friends who live on the first floor
are going to call me in a little while to be sure I’m okay. They watched us
come in.”

“Very smart,” he said. “There are people
out there who don’t care about your consent. You have to protect yourself.” He
didn’t even want to think about some stupid jerk trying to take advantage of
her. She was so curious and open. The idea of crushing her spirit just sickened
him, but some men would want to do that to her.

Now she seemed surprised. “You think I’m
wrong to bring you here?”

“Me? I’m a coworker. That gives you a
layer of protection, right there. Your friends are another one. But if you were
my sister, I would tell you to never bring a man home on the first date.”

Kali glanced away. “This is my first
time.”

Hunter smiled. “That’s a compliment.”
When she didn’t reply, he asked, “Why did you ask me back?”

“I want to find out more about this
kinky stuff.”

His dick instantly swelled in anticipation.
But he pulled hard on the reigns. He didn’t mind about moving fast, but she
did. This was all new to her. He wanted to be sure she understood what she was
agreeing to.

“That sounds romantic,” he said lightly.

“I don’t expect it to be romantic.” She
considered it. “Can it be romantic?”

“Don’t you think it was at the
restaurant?” He edged over closer to her. “I was looking into your eyes, taking
care of you, feeding you the best bites, making sure you were happy…”

“I guess.”

 “But?” Clearly she didn’t want to
answer, so he urged, “This is how you find out about the kinky stuff, Kali. We
have to talk about it first if you want to go further.”

“Talking about it isn’t romantic. Maybe
I’m not very good at this.”

“What better way to show you care about
someone other than finding out what they want? What they feel? What they’re
afraid of.”

He took hold of her hand. She held on,
as if that helped her.

“What do you want?” he asked her.

She sighed. “I… want what you did to me
at your place. Only… more.”

“’More’ is very open-ended. You want to
feel sensations, but not pain. Yes? And you liked being dominated, I could
tell. What else?”

“I’m not supposed to get tied up.”

“No, you’re not. Because it’s our first
scene, and you should never agree to be tied up on a first scene.”

He was having to work hard to keep
himself in check. He hadn’t been so turned on by a woman in years, not since
his first real submissive.
Claire.
The lovely Claire. They had both been
so young, not quite sure about how to do rough sex, but knowing deep inside
that they both wanted the same thing. They had figured it out together, but she
was like other high school girls and wanted a relationship, while he always
wanted to try more girls.

He wasn’t so sure about Kali. He wanted
her, yes! Loud and clear on that one. But he still wasn’t sure what she wanted.

“How far do you want to go? Sexually, I
mean,” he asked.

“I don’t know. What’s the usual thing?”

“You can do whatever you want. Some
people have scenes without any sort of sex. Like we did at the restaurant.
Sometimes people play with breasts or genitals. Or masturbate. Or use dildos.
And of course there’s oral and anal …”

“Oh.”

She looked even more beautiful, a little
lost and overwhelmed. So vulnerable. He loved it, but it also made him nervous.
Did she really want this or not?

“If it was up to me,” his voice raw with
honesty. “I’d take you right here and right now. And then I’d do it again. I
want you so badly I can taste it. But it’s probably not a good idea. As much as
I want to ravish you within an inch of your life, we need to go slowly.”

Now her eyes were fastened on him. “We
do?”

“Yes, we do.” He was already building
their scene, though she didn’t know it.

“Why?”

“So you’ll come back for more.”

She nodded, smiling slightly.

“Stand up,” he said quietly.

He stood up with her, still holding her
hand, turning to face her. “You can always stop me, at any time. Do you
understand that? You just have to tell me.”

She shivered slightly. “Okay.”

“I noticed you like to be pushed a bit. You
can say no as part of the game. But say ‘stop’ if you really mean it. That’s
your safeword.”

She nodded. It was as if she had taken
the first step, and had released everything that had been holding her back. He
could tell she was already feeling rather than over-thinking everything.

Hunter ran his fingertip down her cheek.
Then he pulled her close and kissed her again. But this time it wasn’t playful.
He let himself go in this kiss. He knew he wouldn’t get nearly the kind of
satisfaction he wanted from this scene, but he was going for much bigger game.
He wanted
her
. He wanted her to give herself to him completely. And that
couldn’t happen in one night. Not if it was real.

So he kissed her in promise of all that
was coming, the passion and romance she wanted, and the kinky sex he craved.
That she would crave, as long as he held himself in check and didn’t frighten
the horses.

So he tried to calm his breathing,
resting his forehead against hers for a moment. He could feel the fluttering
pulse in her neck, where his fingers were clutching her hair. He hadn’t even
realized he was doing it.

Her eyes were dark with desire, with
only the thinnest rim of gray-green around the edge. Large and shining with
desire.

“Much as I love looking into your eyes,
I want you to relax.” He gently swept his fingers down her face, making her
close her eyes. “Keep them closed,” he murmured.

His hand continued down to her shoulder,
sweeping down the curve, then further down, just grazing her breast with his
arm. “I’m going to take off your shirt and your bra, but everything else will
stay on.” That would make a nice hard limit he couldn’t let himself cross. And
he needed a good hard limit right now.

She peeked, as he knew she would.
Because she was a bad girl. He let her see it in his eyes, smirking at her.

“Oh!” Then she started to laugh,
surprising herself.

“That’s better.” Now she was even more
relaxed. He hooked his fingers in the hem of her shirt and slowly began pulling
it up.

Her laughter stilled as she realized
what he was doing.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered.

He pulled the silky material up until it
covered her face, making her lift her arms. But he left her shirt covering her
face, with her arms trapped, folded over the top of her head at his gentle pressure.
Now her head and arms were covered by the ivory silk, leaving only the
impression of her nose and cheeks and chin, like a veil pulled over her face.

She squirmed a little at first, holding
her elbows over her head. She was exposed, but not able to see. Her breath made
the silk flutter faster in front of her mouth.

He scooped her up, lifting her off her
feet in one motion. She let out a little cry in delight and fear. But she
couldn’t do anything with her arms trapped over her head but kick her feet
slightly.

He laid her down on the coffee table
with her feet on the floor. He had been eyeing the coffee table since he came
in. It was very low and sturdy, and the top was a bit scarred up so he didn’t
think she would care if a few other things happened to it. It was just tall
enough to make her arch her back to get her feet on the floor. With her arms
trapped over her head by the ivory material and her pale gray bra with delicate
embroidery on it, she was laid out for him to do with as he pleased.

Hunter lifted her shoulder to shove away
the small pile of magazines underneath her, so she could lie flat. And he
caught the candle before it could topple off the edge.

The candle was his other inspiration. He
checked to see it was ordinary paraffin. He clicked on his lighter, making her
flinch at the sound. Lighting the candle, he laid it aside for the moment to
turn back to his feast on the table. 

He started with his hands because that
was the best way to ground someone. He ran a finger lightly from the base of
her neck exposed beneath the material of her shirt, down the center of her
chest, down to her stomach into the hollow of her belly button. He slipped a
finger under the waistband of her jeans and gave it a tug or two, wishing he
could pop open the button and continue all the way down. But he had set a limit
and wouldn’t break it.

With his whole hands circling her waist,
he pushed them up her body to her breasts, cupping them over her pretty bra,
then down under her body to her shoulder blades, lifting her slightly from the
table. He wanted her to feel she was in his hands, that he controlled her.

She gasped at being lifted, and he
watched her rapid breathing in her stomach, pulled taunt by the arched curve of
her back.

He rubbed her with his whole hands,
loving the feel of her ribs and the curve of her waist. Then he slipped his
hand around and with a flick, opened the back of her bra. The tiny hooks on the
two straps slipped easily out of the fabric loops, and he was able to pull it
off without undoing her arms from their silk bondage.

Her breasts were natural B-cups, full
yet perky. He hated boob jobs. It ruined a lot of pornography for him because
he just couldn’t get past the stiff geometric shapes women turned their breasts
into.

He lowered his face to the center of her
chest, blowing softly. Then he shifted over to one nipple, his mouth very close
but not touching her, blowing. She made a slight sound as her nipples tightened
from the sensation.

Cupping her breasts, he pinched her nipples
between his thumb and the base of his forefinger. She gasped out loud, her hips
bucking in response. Some women could learn to climax from the right kind of
breast stimulation.

She was breathing faster now, so he
pulled her shirt slightly higher, exposing just her chin and mouth. He loved
watching her lips quiver as she licked them, glad to be partly released.

He leaned over her, letting her feel his
body against hers. He kissed her, loving how she couldn’t see, how she was
completely at his mercy, with just her lips free. And her lips eagerly
responded, giving herself to him.

Stretched against her, his hard cock
pressed against her hip. Humping was far more chaste than his usual fare, but
like the first time he held her, it ignited him, making him grind against her
harder. Her breath caught against his mouth, as she arched her back.

He almost couldn’t stop, but he had
other plans.

At the edge of his fingertips was the
candle. The flame had melted a wide pool of wax.