She choked, and red stained her cheeks.
He smothered a smile. In the lifestyle for years and still modest? Amazing. “Answer me, sub.”
She took a hefty swallow of her drink. “I don’t.” After a second, she managed to look him in the eye. She had lovely eyes, the color of the turquoise jewelry his mother collected.
“Why not?”
The red deepened. Normally he enjoyed seeing a sub flush, but this was almost painful.
“I… It didn’t… I couldn’t get off, and I can’t explain why.”
But oddly enough, he could understand. He’d come to a few conclusions about her. He figured her last relationship started off well, even with good s*x, but as it turned ugly, she’d probably shut down her response to pleasure as well as pain.
Could her arousal be dependent on being dominated? “Could you orgasm before th
