"You bit me and it hurt." She shuddered, remembering, her eyes closing at the recollection. "It hurt so bad . That pain ruined the most incredible orgasm of the night. And it wouldn't stop. Every time I thought it was over I'd try to get the pleasure back, and I'd feel that pain again. Over and over until I thought I would die."
Tears leaked onto her arm. "I couldn't even guess how many spasms I had until I passed out, and I don't think they stopped then. I had aftershocks all weekend."
To say I was shocked would be like saying it's warm on the sun. I didn't know what to say. I'm not into pain, giving or receiving. Jeanine had been, if anything, more reticent about pain than me. Now I was scared.
"What do you want to do?"
She pulled herself together. "First, I'm going to toss another coin. A real one this time, and you'll call it in the air. If it's still my turn after that, I'm going to do the same thing I did that night, except this time, you're going to be gentle and keep your teeth to yourself, and I'm going to suck your dick like a Hoover." Well, that was plain enough talk. I grinned like an idiot.
"If you win, you're going to do whatever you want, for as long as you want, except there will be no gag, so I can say a safe word any time I want." Her eyes were blazing. "And if you stuff my mouth with cock and I want to say the safe word, you'll find out first hand how that bite felt."
"No gag." No problem.
"No gag. This time. If the pain comes back I want - no, I need to be able to tell you to stop, and trust that you will."
She got off the bed and went to her purse. She pulled out a quarter and held it up for my inspection - a standard quarter with George on one side and the bird on the other. She placed herself where the coin would land so that we could both see the result, then flicked it into the air. At the top of the arc I quietly said, "Tails."
The coin fell to the bed and bounced only once. We looked at it together. Then we looked at each other.