Free Slice of Pi 2 by Elia Winters Page A

Iris kept her expression placid as she turned her head to look at Owen.
    â€œDo what?” Owen’s tone was hesitant, because either he didn’t know what she meant or he knew exactly what she meant and was afraid to believe it.
    Iris pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked over at him. He was gorgeous lying there on the bed, so spread out and open, and she could easily see herself giving him what he wanted and getting something out of it for herself. “I don’t mind being dominant in bed. As long as we can keep things low key, no strings attached and all that, I’m happy to play that role for you.”
    It was hard not to notice the way Owen’s eyes lit up with eagerness and excitement. His voice remained calm when he spoke, but she could tell he was trying to sound more casual than he felt. “You’d do that? You’d be interested?” He licked his lips. “I’m not interested in a pity fuck, though. I’ve done that and it was no good for anyone.”
    â€œNo, I’d never give someone a pity fuck.” She wouldn’t sleep with someone unless she wanted to. “I’m into this. I’ve never done anything like it before, but I’m smart. I could learn. You could teach me what you want, and I could give it to you.” The more she talked, the better it sounded. She flashed back to that feeling of power she’d had as she’d sat astride him, directing his pleasure as well as her own, and shivered involuntarily at how much she’d really, really liked it. And wanted more of it.
    Owen looked wary. “I haven’t told you the really kinky stuff yet.”
    Iris considered. She couldn’t think of anything she wouldn’t try, but maybe she just didn’t know enough to find out what she wouldn’t try. “I guess I’d just tell you what I wasn’t into if we got there.”
    â€œAnd what’s in it for you?” Owen’s disbelief continued to grow, as if he couldn’t imagine why someone would want to sleep with his hot self. He pushed up to a sitting position.
    Iris tried not to laugh. He was serious, so she had to be. “I’m sure I’m going to get some pretty awesome orgasms out of the deal and not have to exhaust my own hands. That seems like a good enough deal for me. Plus, I could use a little excitement.” She sat up as well, so they were facing each other on the bed.
    Owen tapped his lips in thought. “I’d love to explore, but I don’t have a schedule that’s really conducive to any late-night play.”
    â€œI’m free after five on weekdays, and I’m free most weekends.” Iris considered the overlap in their schedules. “We can just play it by ear. No long-term plans.”
    â€œI like that.” Owen nodded. “We’ll take each session one at a time.”
    Iris was starting to get into the idea. “So where can I learn about this stuff? I want to do it right. I assume there are ways to do this wrong.”
    â€œI’m not much more experienced than you are, but I’ve got a sense of what I’m into, and I can send you some websites and books. Read up, find out whether this is something that actually interests you, and we’ll have a conversation to discuss limits and interests.” Paradoxically, he became quite take-charge when discussing the means by which he was going to submit. Iris couldn’t really understand that disparity. This wasn’t a weak man. This man was confident, sexy, self-assured. The idea of making him submit to her was becoming more and more intriguing.
    â€œThat sounds good.” Iris considered her own feelings. “I’m excited about this.” She sounded surprised, and that was because she actually was surprised. She hadn’t expected the emotional upswing. “I haven’t done anything new in a while. This is probably the least boring thing I’ve done