Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She then looked at me, opened her right hand, but it was
empty.
I darted my eyes up to meet hers, but she just smirked and
then opened her mouth, revealing my pill already on her
tongue.
She rose up, moved in for my lips, but I turned my head
away.
“I don’t need help to get crazy,” I told her.
Plus, this wasn’t middle school.
Her eyebrows rose with the challenge, and she took my
beer out of my hand and took a drink, swallowing the pill
herself.
Licking her lips, she plastered her body to mine, and I let
her stay there. For the moment.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered up at me. “I’d like to
see your crazy.”
I reached up, holding her chin between my thumb and
fingers.
Would you?
It no longer worried me that there were things wrong with
me. That over the years I developed different tastes than other
people, or that I was harder to please than other men.
The only thing that worried me now was that it was getting
harder to please those tastes. It was like I was developing an
immunity to kink, and I constantly needed to up the dose.
I stroked her jaw once, trailing the sharp ridge with my
finger. “I want you to go into the hedges,” I told her in a low
voice. “Over there.”
I gestured to her right with my eyes where there was a
hedge line around the property before it gave way to the forest,
the cliffs, and the ocean beyond. There wouldn’t be anyone
back there.
Her eyes fell to my mouth, and she looked like she liked
that idea. “And what are you going to do to me behind the