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Harker’s dick hardened. Finally, they were getting to the good part of the night. “If I win you agree to do anything I ask you to do. Even if you don’t think you’ll like it, you’ll agree to try it.”
“You mean sexually?” Alison’s voice cracked a little.
“Yes.” He pushed down his annoyance, reminding himself that trust took time. He’d been in a relationship with her for almost a year, but she’d only joined two days ago.
“You want me to do something that I don’t want to do? I thought it was all about consent with”—she waved her hand at him—“you people.”
“Us people?” He should be offended but instead he burst out laughing. “And who are us people?”
“You know...kinksters or whatever you call it.”
“I call it people who enjoy sex.”
“Most people enjoy sex, but they don’t have to tie people up or hit them.”
“I bet most want to try. They’re just scared...of your people.” He smirked.
“My people?” She pointed at herself.
“Yes. Those who pass judgement on things that they don’t like or don’t understand.”
“I don’t do that.”
“You just did when you labeled me and my people as a group of kinksters. Whatever that even means.”
“I didn’t mean anything bad, but you’ve told me over and over that pleasure is all about consent. Now, you want me to do something you know I don’t want to do.”
“No, I’m asking you to keep an open mind and try new things. If at any time you don’t like it—and you have to be honest with me about this—then you use your safeword and we stop.”
“Oh...uhm...”
“I won’t ask you to do anything that I don’t think you’ll enjoy. My pleasure is in giving you pleasure. I want to teach you things that’ll make you come so hard you’ll shatter in my arms.” His cock throbbed in anticipation of her surrender. He had so much to show her.
“Uhm. First, how will this game work?” Her voice was soft, hesitant but he could see her pulse beat fast in her throat. “How will we pick who wins?”
“We run a contest Monday through Friday. We’ll use your program—”
“Harker’s Barker-Meter,” she corrected.
“Fine but let me say that I hate that name.”
She shrugged. “Seems to be a thing with you. You hate Gus too.”
Oh, she was so going to pay for that. “As I was saying, we’ll roll...Harker’s Barker-Meter and if I say that phrase anytime during working hours that day, you get a point. Otherwise, I do.”
“That’s not fair. You just won’t say it.”
“According to you, I can’t control myself.” This victory was his.
“That won’t work. You can’t know the phrase until after you say it. That’s the only way it’s fair.”
“No. You could change it.”
“You don’t trust me?” She feigned being insulted.
“For this? No. I know how competitive you are. You’ll have to write it down in a text file. It’ll have a date/time stamp.”
“That’ll work but it’ll have to be on my computer.”
“On the network.”
“Where you can look at it? No. No way.” She shook her head.
“You don’t trust me?” He threw her words back at her.
“Not at all.” She grinned.
He leaned forward. “We’ll have to work on that because I need you to trust me for us to enjoy the things I want to do to you.”
“I...I trust you with that stuff. I know you’ll stop if I say debug...but no gags. I have to be able to say debug.”
“Gags have their own rules, but that’s fine. No gags.” He liked hearing her moan and gasp when he fucked her.
“Okay.”
“Good. It’s all settled. You’ll pick a phrase every morning. If I haven’t said it by end of business, then I win, and we have a great evening.”
“Every day? That won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Something new...in bed...every day? That’s a lot of new. Once a week. Winner of three out of five.”
“But we will have sex every day, right?” Actually, this way would give him time to earn her trust.
“Yeah, but nothing super kinky. Nothing like you’re thinking.”
“You have no idea what I’m thinking.”
“I’ve been to the Club. I have some idea.”
He laughed. “You haven’t seen anything. I’ll show you around the next time we go.”
“When is that?”
Fuck. He loved how excited she was. His sweet, innocent Alison was a kinkster at heart. “Saturday. After I win this bet. Now, come here.”
“Wait. I haven’t told you what I want.”
“You can tell me over here.” He was done talking.
“I don’t think we’ll do much talking if I go over there.”
“You always talk.”
She laughed. “Okay. Correction. You won’t do much listening.”
“I’ll do enough. Now, come here or do you want another punishment?” He’d happily give her another spanking. Maybe he’d even tie her up this time.