I shifted restlessly, unsure of where the conversation was leading. "I thought you enjoyed what happened in the limo. While it was happening, I mean. Obviously not later."
"I loved it," he said with quiet conviction. "The image of you in that red dress, moaning and telling me how good feels inside you, will haunt me as long as I live. If you'd like to top me again in the future, I'm definitely game."
My stomach tensed. The muscles in my shoulders began to knot. "James, I'm starting to freak out a little. All this talk of safe words and topping…it feels like this conversation is leading somewhere I can't go."
"You're thinking of bondage and pain. I'm talking about a consensual power exchange." James studied me intently. "Would you like more brandy? You're very pale."
"You think?" I set the drained glass down. "It sounds like you're telling me you're a Dominant."
