Free Make Me by Tamara Mataya Page B

great detail is fine, normal, expected for entertainment in the big movies. But showing people making love outside pornography? Forget about it. And heaven forbid someone see a woman’s nipple—even a mother breastfeeding her child.”
    “I know. Still, I was glad to see things that were fairly familiar.”
    “And those that weren’t? Any thoughts?”
    She takes a large sip of her wine. “I don’t understand how people can be into Edgeplay. At all.”
    Edgeplay are the things we consider to be pushing the boundaries—autoerotic asphyxiation, cutting and blood play, knife play, scat. “Which offended you the most?”
    “Anything with pain.”
    “There is pain involved in spanking, Sloane. You need to be more specific. You have a low pain threshold?”
    Her lips press into a thin line of tension. “No. I can tolerate a lot.”
    Her tone makes me wait for her to speak again. We finish half of our meals before she says another word. “I just don’t want to. It took a long time to get to where I’m okay with certain things.”
    I nod and do not pry. It is not uncommon for women to grow up suppressing their sexuality—she may need a little time to continue her journey to self-acceptance. Fortunately, I can help her with that. “Fair enough. Have you any questions about anything you read?”
    “Too many.”
    I swallow my bite. “Specifically? Now is not the time to play coy.”
    “Redirection. What does that mean?”
    “In a normal scene, if something was happening that you didn’t like, but you wanted the scene to continue, you would redirect. Most use traffic light metaphors—green for go, red for stop, yellow to redirect. Doms redirect too.”
    “Ah. I get it. Why would you need to redirect me?” She takes a sip of wine.
    “If you took the scene in a direction I did not want, that’s when you would be redirected. A redirection could be non-verbal. I may tell you to change position or give a slight physical correction.”
    “A punishment.”
    I bite my lip wishing it was hers. “Yes. The important thing is to expect it. Dominants have limits too. Speaking of which, we should go over yours. I noticed in your paperwork you have very few hard ones.”
    “Like you said earlier, if I haven’t tried them, I won’t be making an educated decision.”
    Pleasure radiates through my limbs. “I don’t want you to enter this lightly. If something were to trigger you, cause you harm, that will be extremely dangerous for both of us.”
    “For you as well?”
    Seriousness steals through the moment. “Yes. Your safety is my responsibility. I would never want to cause you harm. Were anything to happen to you, it would lie on my conscience. Limits can change. You might decide something is back on the table. You might try something once and hate it. I need to be kept informed of any and all changes to your proclivities as and when they happen.”
    “Okay.” She hesitates, toying with the stem of her glass in a way that makes me want to nibble her fingertips. “What is your favorite?”
    “My favorite scene?”
    “Your favorite tools. What do you like?” Her eyes are sweeter than the wine and burn me with their need.
    “Those are two separate questions.”
    She runs her fingers through her hair. “I thought you said I’d get the answers to any questions I had.”
    Truth and desire surge from me, and I pour them over her. “My favorite scene is whatever will get my sub screaming the loudest, coming the hardest, soaring the highest. My favorite thing is to hear ‘I can’t’ and then to watch them come undone losing their minds with the intensity of the pleasure they thought they couldn’t bear. I show them how to bear it. I teach them to want more, to demand more, to take more. My favorite thing is to take them places they never even knew they wanted to go, but belong.”
    Her chest heaves, the fork bobs slightly in her hand.
    “And my favorite tools are my hands, tongue, chains, and imagination.” I