It tickled him that most people would just plug the city into their GPS and go, but not Brady—he loved to get out the maps and highlighters. Conner let him go while he sat back and drank coffee. It gave him time to consider whether he was making the dumbest mistake of his life giving Jessica any taste of BDSM. In retrospect he felt bad denying her orgasm, especially this morning, but if she truly wanted to learn how to be a sub she’d have to learn not only how to control her orgasms but how to orgasm on command. He knew many Doms who didn’t allow their subs to orgasm for days at a time during training, and he had no intention of that. Tonight he’d make sure she orgasmed plenty. For one thing, it would make the anal sex a lot easier to handle. Brady snapped his fingers in front of his face and Conner’s eyes refocused. “What?” “I said, what time you wanna leave tomorrow? It looks to be about a seven-hour drive if we stop a few times for food and gas.” Conner leaned his head back in the booth.
