"I should--" she almost laughed. Almost put the drink down and wordlessly left. Instead she raised the drink and finished the bourbon in
two swallows. He'd actually asked her-- no proposed, almost told her-- to become his s*x slave. Raised eyebrows and raised glass got him building a second cocktail. "What would it involve?"
"Sex." He handed her a second drink. "You will give me whatever s****l pleasure I desire. Allow me to enjoy your body in any way I like. Use your powerful and creative mind to further extend and increase the pleasure you can give me. Place yourself totally under my control in all s****l matters."
Wow. He really meant it. She had to lean against the counter. That trembling had increased and her scalp seemed to be levitating off her skull. "And," she managed, "And wha
