Killing Time by SE Chardou Page B

smelled faintly like peppermints and Cristal champagne. “Why do you deny yourself of something we both want to happen? Do you think I chose you at random? I am grieving . . . don’t get me wrong. I am not looking for a mere replacement for your sister and I don’t want one either. But I do want to do this with you because something inside me compels me to understand and know about the very essence of your being.”
    “If we . . . do what you want us to do then will you let me go?”
    “Of course. I won’t ever contact you again and you probably won’t ever see me again except at Trésor’s funeral and perhaps the odd social function or two. It will be like it never happened but we will both know it did. This will be our little secret.
    “We’re just killing time. No safe words because they aren’t needed . . . and no boundaries because you wouldn’t have a clue where yours begin and end. Just boundless pleasure  . . . and exquisite pain. I won’t inflict any on you because we both have enough psychological pain between us to keep us sated for the time being, you understand.”
    I nodded my head.
    “I don’t rape or take advantage of women so now, I must have your permission. You have to agree to allow me to do what ever I want to do to you tonight. Just know I won’t hurt you or leave any bruises on your body what so ever. Grayson will never know another man’s cock or tongue has been anywhere near your body, is that understood. Nod if you understand.”
    I reluctantly nodded my head again.
    “I don’t want you to speak, do you understand me? You are not to say a word but you are free to grunt and moan and make any kind of noise you like. The basement walls are padded and no one would hear you anyway. The only time you are allowed to open your mouth is to say yes or no to me using your body tonight.”
    I nodded again.
    “Good. Now that we have that out of the way and before you are not allowed to speak for the duration of the night, do I have your permission? Will you let me truly open your eyes to what you are missing in your tiny world where pleasure is often denied and you feel no relief except what you give yourself? Don’t you want a man to make love and satisfy you in every sense of the word? Don’t you want to be dominated and felt like you are not good enough, not worthy enough but I will allow you to come again and again anyway? By the end of the night, your pretty eyes will be begging me to make you come another few times before I drive you back to New York and I may or may not take you up on your offer. A ‘yes’ or ‘no’ shall suffice.”
    My breath came in ragged gasps. I wanted to say no but my lips betrayed me and softly, I whispered, “Yes.”

Chapter Six
     
    Rory
     

     
     
    RORY COULDN’T BELIEVE HIS LUCK when she’d said “Yes” to his request.
    He knew everything about her because like Aurélie, he liked to be prepared and he insisted on knowing people he slept with because to fuck a casual stranger had lost its appeal ages ago.
    She would probably be surprised to find out they were the same age yet his life had been so very different from hers. Not just because of the money but because of his sexual predilections and the people who were part of his world tended to be just as wealthy and depraved as he.
    Rory took pride in believing he was better than Severin because he didn’t keep slaves and there were months where the lifestyle merely didn’t suit him at all. He stayed away from the clubs yet at the same time, he’d continue his Dom/sub relationship with Trésor. They got lost in their own world and from the outside, they looked like the perfect vanilla couple but at home, he would dominate her. She trusted his decisions on what she should wear, eat, how they had sex and how many times a night they had sex.
    It was all so very ordinary except instead of the clubs, they attended the opera or a Broadway show or the ballet. She loved ballet and wanted to be one