"Anastasia, I've told you. Fifty shades. I had a rough start in life - you don't want that shit in your head. Why would you?"
She wanted us to make love not fuck. She wanted to touch me. I said no. She wants to know why, and she won't let it drop.
"Because I want to know you better," she says.
"You know me well enough," I respond. Trust me, you don't want to know the real me.
"How can you say that?" she asks me earnestly. She kneels up on the bed to sit and face me.
I roll my eyes at her in frustration. I don't like to talk about all of that shit. I spend most of my time trying not to think about it.
"You're rolling your eyes. Last time I did that, I ended up over your knee," she complains. Well I can do whatever I like, baby. That's just the way it is.
"Oh, I'd like to put you there again." Especially if you don't give up on this.
"Tell me and you can."
"What?" You're offering? But I thought.... didn't you just say no earlier this evening?
"You heard me."
"You're bargaining with me?" I ask in disbelief.
"Negotiating."
"It doesn't work that way, Anastasia." That's topping from the bottom.
"Okay. Tell me, and I'll roll my eyes at you."
This makes me laugh.
"Always so keen and eager for information." Well, who am I to refuse you?
I think about where we could go with this. This might well be a golden opportunity to push her limits a little further. Hell yeah, a bit of soft kinky. I'm up for that. And then she'll be completely fucked out and too tired to ask any more of her stupid questions.
"Don't go away."
I disappear and make my way to my playroom. I'm thinking about which sex toy will best enhance the erotic spanking I've got planned. Something to show her how fucking amazing a spanking can be for a girl as well as a guy. Something suitable for a beginner. I don't think she's ready for a nipple clamp chain yet, even though gently tugging on the chain with each spank is extremely arousing for a woman. She'd find anal beads very pleasurable, but I know she's hesitant about anal.
Then I've got it - I know what will be perfect. They don't look scary in any way, so I'm sure she'll be intrigued, as I doubt she'll have a clue what they are.
I can see Anastasia is very curious when I return, but I don't let her see what I've brought back with me.
"When's your first interview tomorrow?" I ask innocently, because I'm not supposed to know am I? But of course I do. I'm just checking there's been no change of plan for her first interview at two. I don't want to keep her up late if it's been changed to earlier in the day. I'll be fucking pissed if that's the case and I haven't been informed.
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