Primal
Training
Collaring
Blowjobs/face/throat fucking
High Protocol
So far, there were only four things on the ‘absolutely never’ list,other than the generalized limits like no permanent harm or marks. Humiliation, degradation, crawling, gags, and begging.
Everything else fell into the neutrals and maybes, and I wasn’t quite done with the list. Admitting to wanting some of these made my entire body blush, but every single mark on this list was the truth.
“Stop it,” Ocean said.
I looked up to find her looking at Isolde, who was pouting at her phone. “I know.”
“Hawk?” I asked.
“Yeah. He should be home on Friday. But that feels like forever. But he just texted and said that he misses me, and can’t wait to see me, and I don’t want to wait.”
Ocean just smiled. “He’ll be here before you know it.”
I narrowed my eyes. Something about the way she said that felt off. Like she knew more than she was saying. Meeting my gaze, she shook her head subtly.
“Breath play is next,” I said. “Choking, that kind of thing.”
“And?”
I thought about it. Bastian’s hand on my throat made me feel things, but I wasn’t sure about the actual idea of being choked. But if it was just to make me a bit lightheaded?
I marked it down as aprobably yes.
“It’s a maybe. Not?—”
Isolde sat straight up and gasped, her hand on her chest. She looked at Ocean. “What did you do?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The sneaky smile on Ocean’s face said differently.