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made my throat tight. I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’ll tell you right away if anything isn’t okay.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“Do we need a safe word or anything? Would that make you feel better?” I asked, my tone teasing.
“Hardly.” He frowned, my attempt at levity apparently failed. “All you need ever say to me, is ‘No’ or ‘Stop’. It’s that simple.”
“Yeah, it’s not, though,” I said gently. “Not when you’re playing like that. That’s kind of why people invented safe words. Because when you’re into stuff like that, sometimes miscommunications happen.”
“Fine.” He sighed. “In that case, ‘I’m serious’ or ‘I mean it’ will suffice to get my attention should there be a miscommunication.”
“Sounds fine to me,” I said. “That’s a lot easier to remember than ‘popsicle’ for sure.” I laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I said, blushing.
“So, you know all about safe words?” He smiled at me now. “ You’re kinky. Maybe your theories about me are just projection.”
“Ha!” I laughed. “No, at most it’s just a ‘takes one to know one’ situation.”
“That’s an admission.”
“Okay.” I smirked. “I’ll cop to being…adventurous. I’ve seen the seedier side of sex. Honestly you can’t be in my profession and not be exposed to a myriad of kinks and predilections.”
“Such as?”
“Oh you know, bondage and discipline—that sort of thing,” I said, keeping my tone casual. The truth was I was totally full of it, trying to make myself sound far more experienced than I was. All I knew about BDSM came from bad erotica and several hair-raising conversations I’d had with a dancer named Bella Donna who had worked at Clouds for about five months over a year ago. I was faking my way through this whole conversation and I wasn’t sure exactly what my motive was. But I did know it was exciting the hell out of me.
“Whips and chains. That sort of thing?”
“Maybe.”
He shook his head. “I don’t get the props. If I want to restrain you, I’ll do so with my hands.” He tilted his head to the side, thinking. “Or maybe a well-placed length of rope. That would leave one’s hands free, to explore.”
I gaped at him, a dull ache spreading between my thighs.
“And I can definitely see the appeal of a good spanking. I love how you look when your cheeks blush; I think I’d find your backside just as lovely under the same conditions.”
“Oh my God!”
“But anything I do with you, or to you, I’d prefer it to evolve naturally. I can’t see the need for scripts and set pieces.”
“So no red-room of pain at your house, then?”
“What?” he said, clearly puzzled.
“Nothing, just a book I read a while ago.”
“And it had a red-room of pain in it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s just a power trip,” he said, shaking his head. He laughed, the sound was cynical.
“Some people think that’s what all sex is,” I said, echoing something Bella had said to me once. “Everywhere. Everyone. Whether they want to admit it or not, everybody is just power tripping everybody else.”
“Is that what you think?”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” I said, thinking of what I do for a living. “Yeah, sometimes it feels that way.”
“Does it feel that way with me?”
“No,” I said, sighing. “Shit, I fucked this up again. Me and my stupid mouth.”
“Stop it. You haven’t fucked up anything. What’s happening is we’re having a serious, albeit unexpected conversation. But we’re having it because it needs to be had.”
“It does?” I said. I wasn’t so sure that it did. I didn’t even know why I’d brought the topic up, really, other than I just wanted to stop talking about miscarriages and exes.
“Obviously. Because this wouldn’t be coming up, if it wasn’t on your mind.”
“Or maybe I’m just stupid,” I said, toeing some sand with my shoe. What was wrong with me? I was arguing points I didn’t
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“Do we need a safe word or anything? Would that make you feel better?” I asked, my tone teasing.
“Hardly.” He frowned, my attempt at levity apparently failed. “All you need ever say to me, is ‘No’ or ‘Stop’. It’s that simple.”
“Yeah, it’s not, though,” I said gently. “Not when you’re playing like that. That’s kind of why people invented safe words. Because when you’re into stuff like that, sometimes miscommunications happen.”
“Fine.” He sighed. “In that case, ‘I’m serious’ or ‘I mean it’ will suffice to get my attention should there be a miscommunication.”
“Sounds fine to me,” I said. “That’s a lot easier to remember than ‘popsicle’ for sure.” I laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I said, blushing.
“So, you know all about safe words?” He smiled at me now. “ You’re kinky. Maybe your theories about me are just projection.”
“Ha!” I laughed. “No, at most it’s just a ‘takes one to know one’ situation.”
“That’s an admission.”
“Okay.” I smirked. “I’ll cop to being…adventurous. I’ve seen the seedier side of sex. Honestly you can’t be in my profession and not be exposed to a myriad of kinks and predilections.”
“Such as?”
“Oh you know, bondage and discipline—that sort of thing,” I said, keeping my tone casual. The truth was I was totally full of it, trying to make myself sound far more experienced than I was. All I knew about BDSM came from bad erotica and several hair-raising conversations I’d had with a dancer named Bella Donna who had worked at Clouds for about five months over a year ago. I was faking my way through this whole conversation and I wasn’t sure exactly what my motive was. But I did know it was exciting the hell out of me.
“Whips and chains. That sort of thing?”
“Maybe.”
He shook his head. “I don’t get the props. If I want to restrain you, I’ll do so with my hands.” He tilted his head to the side, thinking. “Or maybe a well-placed length of rope. That would leave one’s hands free, to explore.”
I gaped at him, a dull ache spreading between my thighs.
“And I can definitely see the appeal of a good spanking. I love how you look when your cheeks blush; I think I’d find your backside just as lovely under the same conditions.”
“Oh my God!”
“But anything I do with you, or to you, I’d prefer it to evolve naturally. I can’t see the need for scripts and set pieces.”
“So no red-room of pain at your house, then?”
“What?” he said, clearly puzzled.
“Nothing, just a book I read a while ago.”
“And it had a red-room of pain in it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s just a power trip,” he said, shaking his head. He laughed, the sound was cynical.
“Some people think that’s what all sex is,” I said, echoing something Bella had said to me once. “Everywhere. Everyone. Whether they want to admit it or not, everybody is just power tripping everybody else.”
“Is that what you think?”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” I said, thinking of what I do for a living. “Yeah, sometimes it feels that way.”
“Does it feel that way with me?”
“No,” I said, sighing. “Shit, I fucked this up again. Me and my stupid mouth.”
“Stop it. You haven’t fucked up anything. What’s happening is we’re having a serious, albeit unexpected conversation. But we’re having it because it needs to be had.”
“It does?” I said. I wasn’t so sure that it did. I didn’t even know why I’d brought the topic up, really, other than I just wanted to stop talking about miscarriages and exes.
“Obviously. Because this wouldn’t be coming up, if it wasn’t on your mind.”
“Or maybe I’m just stupid,” I said, toeing some sand with my shoe. What was wrong with me? I was arguing points I didn’t
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