Love in Paris (The Art Models Club Book 4) (8 page)

“Oh, I thought you were done for the evening,” she said, disappointed.

“
This isn't work,” Hunter said, smiling mischievously.

“
No?” Amber raised her eyebrows.

“
A list of potential terms for our little play date,” Hunter said.

“
Aren't you carrying this a little too far?”

“
What? You give me an opening like this and you expect me to just walk away?” Hunter shook his head. “So not going to happen.”

Amber sighed. “Okay, so let's get this over with.”

Hunter sat down on the sofa and patted the seat beside him.

“
Before we get started, I just want to say that I would never do anything that hurt you. You know that, right?”

“
Well, yeah, of course,” Amber said. “I wouldn't have even agreed to the whole bet thing if I didn't trust you.”

Hunter sighed, apparently relieved.

“I just wanted to clear that up. I mean, yeah, exploring a tiny bit of this is a bit sexy but if you really aren't comfortable I'll let you out of the bet.”

Hmm . . . It was tempting, Amber thought.

Hunter's eyes twinkled.

“
Because of course you would have let me out of the bet if I felt uncomfortable, right?”

Amber had to laugh. “Yeah . . .um . . .Well, no actually.”

“Really? You would have forced me?”

“
You're a big boy. You could handle anything I dished out.”

Hunter laughed. “So you're keeping your side of the deal?”

“I don't wimp out of my bets,” Amber muttered.

“
Okay, then,” Hunter said, checking off the first item on the list.

Amber pushed his hand away to read the item. Number one on his list was “Make sure Amber is okay with agreement.” She shook her head.

“Really, do you organize everything on paper?”

“
Says the girl who couldn't organize herself out of a wet paper bag,” Hunter muttered.

“
What was that?”

“
I said I love you, gorgeous!”

“
That's what I thought!”

Hunter read the next item on the list.

“Do you have any hard limits?”

“
You mean, like stuff I won't do?”

Amber looked at the tiny space Hunter had left under the question.

“I hope you brought more paper for an addendum.”

Hunter pulled out a second sheet, left blank. “That's what this is for.”

Amber stared at it, a little perplexed. What exactly was he asking?

“
Let's start with psychological things first,” Hunter said, perhaps realizing that she was a little unclear about things.

“
First, remember this is just temporary.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Believe me, I would never try to boss you around long term. I value my health too much.”

Amber smiled. “As long as you keep that in mind.”

She relaxed a little bit. Clearly Hunter was as nervous about this little experiment as she was. Of course it must be a fantasy for a control freak like him to display a bit of dominance. And, if she was honest with herself, she was at least intrigued about why women chose submissive roles of their own accord. There must be something about the role that was enticing.

She thought back to when they had played with tying each other up. Technically, that was sort of the same thing wasn't it? Allowing somebody to tie you up was clearly a submissive act. And she had enjoyed both being tied up by Hunter as well as reversing roles and tying him up. There had been something heady about being in control.

“
Maybe you should tell me what you might be tempted to do,” she said slowly. “Then I can get a better idea of what I have to spell out for you.

Hunter smiled.

“Okay, so first I want to be able to demand that for at least the two days I'm in charge that you eat on schedule. Not what you eat. Just that you do eat.”

Amber shrugged. “No problem. You pretty much do that already.”

“Ah, but now you ignore me when you feel like it.”

Amber smiled. “Fine. I'll agree to your food control for the duration.”

“Also, I reserve the right to make you go to bed if I feel you are tiring yourself out.”

“
Fine.”

Hunter flushed a bit. “Um . . .I would . . .um . . .like to have sex whenever I want.”

“My! Aren't we getting cocky now?”

Amber grinned, happy to see that Hunter hadn't made any assumption on her response.

“I can live with that.”

Hunter smiled and put a giant check mark next to one of the items on the list.

“Wherever I want.”

“
Huh?”

“
I would like to have sex wherever I want.”

Hmm . . .That could be dangerous.

“Um . . .what about a safe word? I know that's what people use when they feel uncomfortable with something.”

Hunter nodded his head.

“Absolutely. Although, honestly, I'm not planning on anything that dramatic. But still . . . Some people use the traffic light system. Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.”

“
Okay, that's easy enough to remember.”

“
So what was your answer about having sex wherever I want?”

Amber sighed. She supposed she could always use the safe word if needed.

“Fine.”

“
What about certain . . .um . . .specific sexual requests.”

“
Such as?”

Hunter bit his lip. “Um . . .pleasuring me with your mouth?”

Amber made him wait for a full minute, watching him squirm.

“
Can I insist that any such request be initiated with the word 'please'?”

Hunter grinned. “I can live with that.”

“Fine.”

Hunter made another huge check mark on his paper. He started to go to the next question but then went back and added a smiley face next to the check mark.

“Spanking?”

Amber stared at him.

“Not beating or using canes or anything! Just my hand and just on your butt cheeks.”

Amber considered. A little swat might be kind of exciting. Hmm. She had smacked Hunter on the rear the other day and that was a bit of a turn on.

“Nothing that leaves marks on my ass,” she warned. “Or hurts too much.”

“
Noted,” Hunter said, grinning like he just got a Christmas present.

“
Bondage?”

“
Like we've done before?”

“
Or a variation of that,” Hunter said, seeming a bit vague.

Amber shrugged, thinking of the safety word.

“Sure, why not?”

“
Anything else you can think of?”

Amber considered. “I don't want to be pinned down when I'm . . .ah . . .pleasuring you.”

“Pardon?”

Amber struggled to find a way to describe what she meant.

“I get really freaked out if I'm held in place while doing that. It feels like a violation at that point.”

Hunter looked horrified.

“I haven't ever freaked you out, have I?”

Amber smiled.

“No, I would have definitely told you.”

Hunter heaved a sigh of relief.

“Good to know. But I'll make a note to never restrain you in that situation.”

He smiled slyly. “Shall I make a note for you to always be on top or in front?”

Amber slapped him on the arm.

“
For somebody who hates pain, you certainly like inflicting it,” Hunter muttered, trying to hide a smirk.

“
You must like it or you wouldn't antagonize me,” Amber retorted.

He did kind of have a point, though. Why was she hitting him so much lately?

“I think it's just pent up sexual frustration,” Hunter said calmly, shrinking back and laughing when she punched his arm.

Amber ignored him and grabbed his paper.

“What else is left?”

She read a question near the bottom and then pointed it out to Hunter.

“A definite hard limit on that one. It's an exit and not an entrance. I can't even imagine how painful that would be.”

“
Noted.” Hunter marked an 'x' for that question.

Amber took the paper from him and tossed it on the table.

“All this talk about sex is getting me hot and bothered.”

She twisted around to face Hunter. Then she climbed onto his lap and ran her fingers through his hair. 

“You've got your time coming up. But tonight I think I'll be in charge.”

Hunter smiled. “Yes, ma'am. Tell me what you want, Mistress.”

Amber kissed his rich lips and then moved down his neck. She wanted to be touching his skin but didn't want to move to the bedroom. The fire was so inviting. She reluctantly slid off of Hunter's lap and grabbed the pillow and blanket she had used earlier for studying. She threw it down in front of the fireplace.

“
Um . . .Mistress?”

“
Yes?”

“
Am I permitted to put the blanket neatly on the floor?”

Amber giggled.

“Yes, control freak. You have my permission.”

Hunter knelt swiftly and smoothed out the giant wrinkles. Then he simply stayed there as though waiting for instructions.

Hmm . . .This could be fun!

“
Take off your shirt,” she commanded.

Not taking his eyes off of her, Hunter slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then shrugged out of it. He started to fold it and then paused.

“Shall I fold it, Mistress?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

Amber smiled. She couldn't resist.

“No, control freak. You will throw the shirt on the floor over here.”

Hunter tossed the shirt where she indicated and returned to his kneeling position.

Amber walked over to where the gas fire was throwing off a delightful burst of heat. Ah, she couldn't wait to feel it against her bare skin. She moved over to stand directly in front of Hunter.

“
Take off my jeans,” she ordered.

Hunter reached up, unbuttoned her fly and pulled down her zipper.

Amber reached over and held his shoulders for support.

Then Hunter yanked them down abruptly, causing her to gasp. She lifted each foot to allow herself to slip out of the pants entirely.

“Shall I throw the jeans in the same general direction of the shirt, Mistress? Or shall it be hurled to an entirely uncluttered part of the living room.”

Amber grinned.

“You may toss the jeans in an entirely different direction, neat freak. In fact, you will ensure that no two articles of clothing are in the same area once you have finished undressing us.”

Hunter took a split second longer to respond. Amber grinned as she realized how much it must be killing him to be so untidy.

“This is good practice for you, neat freak,” she couldn't help but comment. “Perhaps this experience will teach you that the world will not end if a room is untidy.”

Amber tapped on Hunter's forehead when he didn't reply.

“I missed your reply, neat freak.”

She could tell that Hunter wanted to say something sarcastic but he simply nodded his head.

“Yes, mistress.”

“
Fine. Now, without using your hands, remove my panties.”

“
Yes, mistress!”

Well, at least he was enthused about that, she thought wryly. A few seconds later she gasped as he moved his head between her knees. Very slowly, he raised his head so that he always had complete contact with her skin. He didn't stop until his mouth was level with her hips. Using his teeth, he caught the silky material and slowly slid his head back down until she could step out of  those as well.

This time Hunter didn't hesitate as he flung her panties behind him.

Amber sank to her knees.

“Now take off my shirt,” she said, her voice breathless.

She raised her hands over her head to make it easier for him.

Hunter let his fingertips brush against her hips for an agonizing moment before he pulled her shirt up and over her head. He flung the material over her head, his eyes steamy.

“
Shall I remove your bra, mistress?”

Amber breathed in Hunter's scent – a combination of musk and soap. She leaned over and kissed him.