Saturday, 21 March 2020

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“Okay,” she said firmly, clearly trying to insert some confidence into her tone but not entirely succeeding. “I admit I was buying some time to respond to you about this. But even now I’m not sure what to say. I don’t really understand BDSM. I know what it means, what it is, of course, but I’m sure there’s a lot more to it. More to it than spanking, being spanked, handcuffs, ropes and the like.”
I nodded slowly, pleased that she was being honest and that she already had an idea that there were nuances, variety and depth to the scene.
She flashed me a nervous grin, then squeezed her eyes closed. Fuck, whatever she was going to say next was something she was really struggling with. Did she think I was some kind of depraved pervert, unable to get my rocks off unless I was hurting someone? No, it couldn’t be. So far she hadn’t been reticent when it came to telling me what she thought of me—especially if it was an insult.
“I would like to know more about it—more than a bit of googling will tell me—and most of all, I would like to understand why… Why I, um, liked it when you pulled my hair. I liked it a lot, how you made me feel, how you were with me.”
A bolt of triumph zinged through my body and I was glad she had her eyes closed so she couldn’t see the huge grin on my face. Not to mention the growing erection I was sporting. I straightened my face quickly and pushed my palm onto my cock, willing it to go down—for the time being, anyway. I suspected she’d now voiced the most difficult part of it for her, but I still didn’t want to scare her off. Not now we’d got this far.
I knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.

1 comment:

  1. I love the fact that both of them realize BDSM is not a one-size fits all. Hopefully, their explorations will fulfill them both. Great snippet, Lily!