Page 105 of The Haunting Plot

“Don’t threaten me with a good time. I already told you I’d do a pole dance. What are you thinking? Lap dance? Striptease?”

Lust pools deep in my core at the thought of exploring more with him. My face twists into a smile I hope looks less menacing than it feels. “Have you ever engaged in humiliation kink before? Do you know what it entails?”

“No, but I imagine it’s close to degradation, right? It’d be a little selfish of me to object after everything I did to you.”

“You could object. It’s not for everyone. I enjoy degradation, but I only like humiliation when I’m in charge.”

“What does it entail?”

“It can be verbal, like degradation.”

“You calling me a moron until I get off? Where do I sign up?”

“Or physical. I can make you kiss my boot, crawl around and fetch me things, or treat you like a pet or furniture. There’s also role-playing, public performance, sissification, but those will take some time to work up to.”

His hands tighten on my waist. “Whatever you want, madame.”

“So you’re into exploring this?”

“Absofuckinglutely.”

“Is there anything you want to negotiate before we start?”

He thinks for a second, and it takes everything in me not to laugh at how ridiculous he looks negotiating boundaries with me while dressed like a T-Rex.

“Don’t call me lazy. Or imply I’m a terrible partner. I’m not sure if I’d be comfortable hitting too close to those insecurities.”

“That’s understandable. Can I call you naughty or bad?’

“Please. And other than calling me moron, don’t imply I’m stupid.”

I nod. “You need a safe word too. And it can’t be pumpkin.”

He grins. “Spice.”

“Our safe words cannot be pumpkin and spice.”

“Why not? Everyone would think we’re being cute, but only we’d know the real meaning.”

“You know what, that could be fun. I’ll allow it.” I step over his comically oversized tail and sit on the couch. “Strip.”

He spins around, nearly knocking items off the coffee table with his tail.

“Be careful, pube ’stache,” I warn.

“Spice.” He makes a time-out motion with his hands. “Can we add nicknames your kid has given me to the no column?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Time in.”

He steps back, pushing the table away with his foot as he sways his hips. At least, I think he’s swaying his hips? It’s hard to tell with the way the costume bounces back and forth.

“Hold on. I need music. Shit, my phone’s in the kitchen.”

I sigh, handing him mine. He bites his lip, his brow furrowing in concentration. The opening notes of the Jurassic Park theme song play, and I have to fight back my groan. Humiliating this man is going to be harder than I thought.

He hands me the phone and turns, grabbing his tail as he threads it between his legs and attempts to grind on it while wiggling his butt in the air.