I want to fuck her throat

This isn’t how Rowan wanted me to talk to her, but every woman is different, I tell myself. This is what Bailey said she wants. “Now, slut,” I growl, “lie down on your back with your head hanging off. You’re a dirty little cockwhore who needs her throat fucked.”

“Yes, Sir,” Bailey says, shifting herself around, but I detect a little uncertainty in her voice and in her expression. I cup her head in both hands and lift it so I can look into her eyes. This leaves my raging boner resting between them, which is odd, but I focus. She grins lustfully to feel it there.

“Bailey,” I ask tenderly, “have you ever done this before?”

She blinks at me, then admits, “No, Sir.”

“Stop a minute, Bailey,” I tell her gently. “For the moment, call me Ben again. Have you ever deepthroated?”

“Yes, Ben,” she says, a little more life in her voice. “I’m not as experienced as Scarlett, but she loves giving blowjobs. I’ve done it enough to conquer my gag reflex.”

“Have you ever had the guy hold your head and take charge?” I ask.

“Twice,” Bailey says; from her expression, they aren’t great memories. “They were rough . . . it wasn’t fun.”

“But you managed it, right?”

“Well, yeah . . . why?”

“Bailey, I’m not really going to be rough with you,” I tell her. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I don’t want to do anything you don’t enjoy. This is an easier angle for deepthroating, and if you managed with those clowns facefucking you, you’ll be fine with this. You may never be someone like Scarlett who gets off on it, but I think when you see me getting off on it, you’ll enjoy it anyway. And if you really don’t like it, just tap me a couple times, and I’ll pull out, OK?”

“OK,” Bailey says, looking hugely relieved. “It’s really not a problem?”

“Look, baby girl, I’ve never done the whole dom/sub thing—Rowan and I both liked taking charge, so we’d let each other dominate in some sense, but the real dom/sub stuff, no—but even I know the rules, and one of them is that there’s always a safe word,” I tell her. “If the sub is ever actually starting to freak out, they can stop it. Sex is only good if it’s good for you and me both. If it’s ever not good for you, I want to stop so we can do something that will be. OK?”

“OK,” Bailey says again, and lust glows in her face again. “I’m sorry I made your dick shrink, Sir,” she says in a repentant-little-girl voice. “Let your bad little fuckdoll kiss it and make it all better.”