Page 19 of Key of Kink

His voice…

I suppressed a shiver. Yeah, I liked that.

Max’s grin was back. “Oh, I think that’s going on the list. Now, about playing with your cock…”

“CBT is a soft limit right now.” One look at one of Grant’s favourite toys—a cock ring with spikes on the inside—had sent cold shivers through me.

“What about tying up your cock and balls? Not too tight at first.” He smiled. “I’ve used a shoelace more than once.”

I did a quick mental assessment. “Yeah, I’d give that a go.” Then a thought occurred to me. “What about kissing?” I blurted. “Do you kiss?”

He arched his eyebrows. “Occasionally. Sometimes during aftercare.” He cocked his head. “What about you?”

I tried not to stare at his lips, tried not to imagine them against mine, his tongue exploring me, the soft moans I already knew I would feed him, because I fucking loved kissing.

Not that Grant had ever kissed me, not once.

“If it fits in a scene, then yes, I’m all for it.” My voice cracked a little, and damn it, he noticed.

Max bit back a smile. “Duly noted.” He wrote on the notepad. “Now for more practical matters. I’m on PrEP and I don’t tend to use condoms unless specifically requested. I also have my latest test results on hand.”

I’d expected as much. I’d read the rules.

“I get tested regularly, and I’m not a fan of condoms either.”

Max scribbled a couple of lines. “And are you open to being fucked today?”

I smiled. “That depends on how good you are at opening me up, but I think I can take whatever you’re packing.” Then I grinned. “And now that I’ve seen what you’re packing? Yeah, I can take it.” His eyebrows shot up, and I swallowed. “Don’t take that the wrong way. I wasn’t implying that your… equipment is on the small side. Far from it.” I flushed. “I like a challenge too.”

He chuckled. “Nice backpedalling.”

I heaved an unseen sigh of relief. So he is human after all. He takes negotiation very seriously.

This wasn’t a criticism, but an observation, one I’d made with increasing fondness over the last few minutes.

He acts as though we’re drafting international legislation instead of discussing a single, contained scene.

Max glanced at his notepad. “All right, I think we’ve covered everything.”

I tried to hide my smile. “Maybe as much as we need to for the moment.”

He met my gaze. “So nothing happens unless it’s explicitly agreed.”

I nodded.

“You can stop the scene at any time, for any reason.”

Another nod.

“And I’ll stop immediately if you use your safeword.”

“Yes.”

He paused, studying me as if waiting for a contradiction to appear.

I looked him in the eye and didn’t bother to hide my smile.

Max arched his eyebrows. “You find this amusing.” It wasn’t a question.