Page 103 of Naughty November

Riley swallowed audibly. “If it pleases you.”

Damn, this guy was good. Green as fresh spring grass, but he knew some basics.

“Your safe words?” I asked again. Waiting for sass, I received only deference.

“Red to stop. Yellow to slow. Green to go.”

“I won’t pick anything too frightening, don’t worry.” I highly doubted he’d need a safe word. There was no way I was going to take Riley into half of these rooms and do half of these things. Not on his first night here. Maybe not ever, depending on his proclivities or how well we matched.

Riley sucked in a deep breath and tried to relax when he exhaled. Making eye contact again, he nodded, then glanced away waiting for me to make my move.

“How do you feel about people watching you, little angel?”

His eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed pink.

“Green.”

THREE

RILEY

The weight of Adrian’s gaze was unmistakable. Even earlier, when I’d been circling the rooms and he’d been there in the background watching me watch people, I’d felt the way he looked at me. And now I was close to him again, leaning toward him like a moth tempting its fate with the flame.

Did I mind people watching me? Hell, no. That didn’t mean I wasn’t a little nervous, though.

“Tell me about the list, Riley. Tell me what you chose.”

The command in Adrian’s voice made me shiver.

“Dirty talk. Thigh riding.” Those choices felt safe. Sane. They felt tame compared to other things on the list and I was almost embarrassed to have picked them. But my boundaries were already pushed just by being here. By allowing Adrian into my space, to let him stare me down. Asking me if I was willing to do this where other people could see. It made me feel like my edges were frayed.

“I can work with that.” Adrian’s grin was dark, almost feral. He looked like I’d just handed him a challenge and he was ready to do whatever it took to exceed my expectations.

He didn’t question my choices and drew me in, pressing bodies together. I was only an inch shorter than him, maybe a little more. His mouth ghosted across my cheek. The warmth of his breath on my skin made me shiver again.

On instinct, I put my arms around his neck. Adrian’s hand smoothed a trail down my back. “Before I get started,” his voice rasped in a way that made my dick throb. “Do you have any objection to a little degradation?”

He could have asked me my name and I wouldn’t have been able to tell him. I was already drunk on his proximity. “Meaning?”

“Can I call you my little slut? Can I tell you how dirty you look grinding against me already, when I haven’t given you permission yet?”

Adrian’s words froze me in place. “I?—”

My cock throbbed. I hadn’t realized I’d been grinding into him until he pointed it out. Did I like being called a slut? The jury was out on that, but I liked being calledhis.“You can call me anything you want. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”

I tried to grind again, but Adrian’s hands found my hips and he held me in place.

“Stay still.” His tone was firm, like his body. “Be a good boy for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Sir, or Daddy, if that’s your thing. I don’t mind either, but it has to be one or the other.”

I swallowed a knot of lust and fear. I’d never used either of those words in an intimate setting before. I was half-terrified that Daddy would sound too good, feel too good, coming out of my mouth. Sir felt safer. Not as frightening and life-changing as Daddy.

“Yes, Sir. I can stay still.”

Adrian’s lips found the curve of my neck and he kissed me there, soft and tender, his lips a ghost of a touch on my skin. “Good boy.”