“Can you not?” My voice is breathy, distorted. “Can I not what?” “Talk about that.” “That? Oh, you mean your limits in primal play? How you like to be chased and used and abused like a dirty little slut?” “Stop it.” I jerk up from my seat. “Sit down.” His tone is nonnegotiable but calm as he slides his attention to my chair in a silent command. “Please stop this.” “Sit the fuck down.”
