Keira answered the phone as she put the groceries away. “Hi angel. What are you doing?” His voice sensually soothed her. She was tense from a long day of the normal, hum drum routine. “Boring stuff. Putting groceries away.” She smiled. He was like a treat to her afternoon. Tim had taken the kids out to the park on the unseasonably warm day. “So, can you talk?” “Yes. Tim has the kids. What’s up?” “I thought we could talk about your limits. I assume you’ve written them down, thought about them.” “Yes. I’ve thought about them. I hope I’ve covered them all.” She put the last of her items in the cabinets. She went upstairs to her office and opened the drawer to retrieve a small piece of paper. “My hard limits are: fire, blood play, no other people, needles, knives or anything along that line. Also, I don’t want to be slapped in the face or gagged.
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