MARK DOMINATING ME (II)

Chapter 2 Emma's Pov Was he turned on too? His hand under the table adjusted something, a quick shift, and I wondered if he was hard, his cock straining in his pants because of me. "Yeah," I breathed, nodding, my breaths coming shorter. "If I trusted him completely." Our eyes locked, and the air felt somehow. My body reacted without thinking, my foot brushing his under the table, the contact sending electricity shot up my leg, straight to my core, making my pussy clench. Fuck! I want him right now, want to feel his hands on me, but he is my friend. This could ruin everything we have, or make it better, and deeper, something I have craved without admitting. He cleared his throat, but did not break eye contact, his gaze intense. "Trust is key in that stuff. BDSM, right? Boundaries, safe words, all that to keep it safe." He said it casually, but his pupils were dilated, dark, and I saw his chest rise and fall faster. "I have dabbled in it before, with my ex wife, actually. She liked being