100 NIGHTS OF SIN
helpless, spread out beneath him. "Perfect," he murmured, trailing one finger down the center of my body—between my breasts, over my stomach, stopping just above where I ached for him. "Now listen carefully. We're going to establish rules. First—safe word?" "Red." "Good. Yellow means slow down, green means keep going. If I ask you a question, you answer with your color. Understood?" "Yes." His hand cracked against my inner thigh—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Sir." "Better." His hand soothed where he'd just struck. "Second rule—your pleasure belongs to me. You don't come without permission. Break that rule, and I'll punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Third rul