Page 36 of Briar

Anal – use of finger (singular)

Anal – use of fingers (multiple)

Anal – use of fist

Anal – use of toy (non-vibrating)

Anal – use of toy (vibrating)

Anal – use of tongue

Wow.

“One at a time,” I mutter to myself. “Everything is my choice.”

But there are somanychoices, stretching over what must be at least a dozen pages. I keep going, skating over A and moving on to B, my eyes only growing wider.

Body modification – piercing (please indicate locations and style)

Body modification – tattooing (please indicate locations and style)

Body modification – cold branding (please indicate locations and preferred style)

My hands are shaking as I grab my phone and send a message to Jenson.What exactly is cold branding?

A moment later, my phone pings.A permanent brand on your skin.Something I have no intention of doing to you, even if you asked for it. It’s a hard limit for us. We included everything to enable an open discussion if our expectations don’t match.

What if I do want it?

Then find a cattle farmer. I’m not as averse to tattooing, however.

My hand reaches for my throat at the thought of waking up to that.What would you tattoo on me? If I tick the box?

I’m not actually going to tick the box. Something tells me he knows that too. But he answers me anyway.My name would look lovely in your skin, Briar Rose.

The words, the mental image, steals my air for a moment.Unfortunately, I’m leaving that box blank.

A shame.

I keep going, moving faster now to see if there’s anything else that I can send to him. To tease more of those words from him.

I don’t think I’d enjoy caning.

His response appears seconds later.I seem to have a lot of hard limits when it comes to you. No caning, whips, or anything else that will draw blood. The others will agree. Spanking with our hands is another matter. It may still leave a mark.

Shivering, I flick through and tick the box. I think that’s acceptable.

Another message comes through.Truthfully, I have little interest in anything additional, be it toys or whips. You are more than enough to hold my attention. But if there’s anything you’d like to explore, tick the box.

My lips tilt up as I read another line, my awkwardness lessening the more we talk. My brows rise in surprise at the innocuous words.Hair cutting?

No.

I have a hair appointment this afternoon.My smile turns to a grin, remembering his words about my hair.I’m considering a change. Would that be a problem?

I’m not expecting the phone to light up in my hand, the buzz of an incoming call announcing Jenson’s name on my screen. “Um. Hello?”

“You are not cutting your hair.” His words are low and terse. The buzz of background noise fades behind him, as if he’s stepped away from something.