Page 37 of Unraveling with You

“Go all in, Lilibeth. You can do it.” Remington whispers. “Do you know what soft and hard limits are?”

“I-I think so. Like the soft limits are things I’d be unsure about trying, but would be up for discussion, and hard limits are no-go-zones?”

Remington smooths my hair off my cheek. “Exactly, baby.”

It’s the third time he’s called me “baby,” but the word sinks its teeth into me; he means every letter, heaping affection laced into such a small word. I have to blink a few times to refocus.

His fingers sweep down my neck. “I’m going to ask you a few basics to gauge what you’re interested in, and I want you to tell me what you’re curious to try, as well as your soft limits. Except when we get to the hard limits, give me a direct ‘no.’ I’m going to throw some wild ones in there as a challenge, and I want you to be honest, even if you think it’ll offend me, disappoint me, or hurt my feelings. The more you say ‘no,’ the easier it’ll get. You’ve got this.”

My heart flips. We’re already practicing?

But I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay. Are you interested in flogging?”

My chest tightens. Remington breaks into a sly grin, and I wince. “N-no... Why the first one, Rem?”

His sharp, loud laugh dissolves me into giggles. “Sorry. I’m not really into it either, but I’d be fine with doing it if you were. How about CBT?”

“W-what?”

His grin grows even more mischievous. “Cock and Ball Torture.”

As my eyes widen, Remington laughs even louder.

But he’s also waiting for me to answer seriously.

“N-no,” I whisper.

His sharp, huffing laughter comes out in bursts. “I’m so sorry, gorgeous. You’re doing such a good job for me that I’ll give you a break. What about role-playing fantasy scenarios?”

I open my mouth, then shut it again.

I didn’t think it would be even harder to say “yes.”

But Remington freezes. “Not necessarily dom and sub scenarios, by the way. Just like, anything. Like the wild stuff you imagine alone in bed at night, except we’d reenact them in character.”

I bite my lip. “Yes.”

Excitement races past his eyes. My heart hammers faster, but I can’t stop my curiosity.

“What about you?” I mutter.

“That’s my favorite,” he says. “But not many people have matched my tastes. I like the passionate, saviorism ones the most.”

He analyzes the whirring emotions on my face. I have no idea what I look like, especially when I’m feeling a mix of everything. I’ve never had someone to share these vulnerable thoughts with, so it feels like I’ve already leaped a mile, and we haven’t even moved beyond simply speaking about it.

But I want to.

I sound choppy and awkward, but I share all I can. “I have a certain type of fantasy just like that. Like, I’ll rewrite old fairy tales in my head where someone comes to rescue me away from a dungeon or danger, but I’ll make it– um–verysexy.”

Remington grins. “Care to share how?”

“L-like–” I bury my face in my hands, but I can’t help but grin with him. “Like, usually fairytales surround virgin princesses locked away to keep them pure, so the only way to rescue me is to have sex and ruin my worth.”

Remington’s hum hits differently this time - trailing between my thighs. “I see. That is quite the sexy fairytale, baby girl. I love it.”

I’m surprised by how tenderly my heart just ached at Remington calling my silly fantasy “sexy” - as if he held me at my core. As warmth fills the silence between us, I understand why; I’ve never had anyone affirm my innermost thoughts like this before.

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