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worth it because someone demanded it, worth it to hear brief words of praise in a rough voice. Good. So good.
“Gavin said something about D/s. I’ve done a little of that before, and—” for the first time there was a catch in Eli’s voice, but it didn’t sound like shyness, “—we’re playing with that some too.”
“I think I like the idea of being told what to do. Being controlled.”
“Because he wants it, yeah.” Eli’s voice held a warm rush of pleasure. “When he’s all focused on you and making you take more than you thought you could and you want to, for him.”
“Yes.” Relief sank deep, cozy as sunshine into Beach’s bones. That was exactly it. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t known about this before.
“Of course, it all really starts when you want it to stop. When you know you can’t take it, when it really does hurt, and he pushes you further.”
Eli had said pain turned him on. If there were parts of this where the pain was too much for him… That was terrifying. So why did Beach want to jump into it, ache to know what Eli was talking about now?
“What I mean is, don’t safe word out too early. Not to discourage anyone from embracing their kink, but if you’re going to play as a sub, a Dom is going to deal you some pain. As punishment or control. You’ll probably be spanked. You should get your head around it before you play.”
Nothing had felt less like playing than what had happened inside Beach when Officer Fonoti had told Beach why his blackmail wouldn’t work. “And then when you two aren’t playing, everything is like the way you are now?”
“Quinn still has ways of making demands.” Eli grinned and handed over some silverware. “But yeah. We’re not into doing it full-time. Some people do, though. They call it a discipline relationship. Is that what you’re thinking of trying?”
“I—I’m not exactly sure what he wants.”
“Better ask. Right away. You really should negotiate up front. Make sure if you have any hard limits—things you would never ever do—he knows about them. Safe words, safety, all that stuff. If he doesn’t listen, then you need to get the hell out.”
Beach had asked. Sort of. Considering some people weren’t at their best in the wee hours of the morning, he’d given things another shot on the phone at the entirely respectable hour of nine. He hadn’t been surprised when his call went immediately to voicemail. He’d had his message planned.
“Please accept my apologies for—well, for everything that got us off on the wrong foot. I clearly overstepped. And you called my bluff. I would never have followed through. I respect—” No need to complicate things with a lie. Authority wasn’t high on Beach’s list. “I just wouldn’t. So I was thinking we could start things off better. Perhaps even with an apologetic blow job. My treat of course.”
Armed with Eli’s information, Beach supposed his message should have been, I want to be your sub. We should negotiate what you expect. I don’t know what my hard limits are because I don’t know what you’d ask. A blow job is definitely not on the limits list. Spanking might be.
“It’s all theoretical at present. I’m not sure I have his attention.”
“Don’t worry about that. If there’s one thing I can help you with, it’s getting a guy’s attention.” Eli reached for a glass bowl, then looked at Beach. “Do you think I can trust you with something breakable now?”
No badge, no gun, no Jez. Tai felt naked walking into Gina’s Fourth of July barbecue. From the way the two dozen people in the yard stared, he might as well have been. He was about to check to see if his cargo shorts were still on when a guided missile hit him in the thigh.
“Hi, Daddy Tai. That rhymes.”
The sweet giggle made the whole damned mess worth it. Ignoring the stares, he scooped Sammie up into a hug. “It does. You’re pretty smart. How come you’re so smart if school is
“Gavin said something about D/s. I’ve done a little of that before, and—” for the first time there was a catch in Eli’s voice, but it didn’t sound like shyness, “—we’re playing with that some too.”
“I think I like the idea of being told what to do. Being controlled.”
“Because he wants it, yeah.” Eli’s voice held a warm rush of pleasure. “When he’s all focused on you and making you take more than you thought you could and you want to, for him.”
“Yes.” Relief sank deep, cozy as sunshine into Beach’s bones. That was exactly it. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t known about this before.
“Of course, it all really starts when you want it to stop. When you know you can’t take it, when it really does hurt, and he pushes you further.”
Eli had said pain turned him on. If there were parts of this where the pain was too much for him… That was terrifying. So why did Beach want to jump into it, ache to know what Eli was talking about now?
“What I mean is, don’t safe word out too early. Not to discourage anyone from embracing their kink, but if you’re going to play as a sub, a Dom is going to deal you some pain. As punishment or control. You’ll probably be spanked. You should get your head around it before you play.”
Nothing had felt less like playing than what had happened inside Beach when Officer Fonoti had told Beach why his blackmail wouldn’t work. “And then when you two aren’t playing, everything is like the way you are now?”
“Quinn still has ways of making demands.” Eli grinned and handed over some silverware. “But yeah. We’re not into doing it full-time. Some people do, though. They call it a discipline relationship. Is that what you’re thinking of trying?”
“I—I’m not exactly sure what he wants.”
“Better ask. Right away. You really should negotiate up front. Make sure if you have any hard limits—things you would never ever do—he knows about them. Safe words, safety, all that stuff. If he doesn’t listen, then you need to get the hell out.”
Beach had asked. Sort of. Considering some people weren’t at their best in the wee hours of the morning, he’d given things another shot on the phone at the entirely respectable hour of nine. He hadn’t been surprised when his call went immediately to voicemail. He’d had his message planned.
“Please accept my apologies for—well, for everything that got us off on the wrong foot. I clearly overstepped. And you called my bluff. I would never have followed through. I respect—” No need to complicate things with a lie. Authority wasn’t high on Beach’s list. “I just wouldn’t. So I was thinking we could start things off better. Perhaps even with an apologetic blow job. My treat of course.”
Armed with Eli’s information, Beach supposed his message should have been, I want to be your sub. We should negotiate what you expect. I don’t know what my hard limits are because I don’t know what you’d ask. A blow job is definitely not on the limits list. Spanking might be.
“It’s all theoretical at present. I’m not sure I have his attention.”
“Don’t worry about that. If there’s one thing I can help you with, it’s getting a guy’s attention.” Eli reached for a glass bowl, then looked at Beach. “Do you think I can trust you with something breakable now?”
No badge, no gun, no Jez. Tai felt naked walking into Gina’s Fourth of July barbecue. From the way the two dozen people in the yard stared, he might as well have been. He was about to check to see if his cargo shorts were still on when a guided missile hit him in the thigh.
“Hi, Daddy Tai. That rhymes.”
The sweet giggle made the whole damned mess worth it. Ignoring the stares, he scooped Sammie up into a hug. “It does. You’re pretty smart. How come you’re so smart if school is
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