Marji
“Yes, Sir. Or no, Sir."
Dorothy's words come back to me. Couples establish their own safe words, but in the meantime, remember that no means no. This man is giving me that out. This man I don't know, the one who instructed me to remove my underwear and has seen my core, not only seen but has watched as I touched myself.
Trust.
That is what Dr. Kizer says is needed.
Is it possible to trust a man I don't even know?
“Sir?" I ask, my chin still in his grasp.
His chin raises as his dark eyes penetrate my barriers. “Yes, Sir. No, Sir."
“If I say no, Sir...?"
“I told you, beautiful, what will happen either way."
He did. We walk away, or if I say yes, the best orgasm of my life is within reach.
Reaching up, I take his hand, the one holding my chin. Our gazes stay fixed upon one
