Page 33 of Experiments in Love
He could figure out why.
“My ass still feels very nice and I like it when you squeeze it. That gives me just enough sensations that it sends sparks through me.” Oh yes. “Like that. Yes, thank you.”
“I’m glad.” Master smiled and gave me another kiss as he stroked my ass. “I like that part too.”
Being on the same page with that part was nice…oh, I needed to tell him that too. “I like that we both like it. Somehow that…I don’t know.”
Ugh, I was saying that a lot.
“I just like that part.” It would be harder for him to get mad at me if we both liked the game. “And I like how happy it makes you too. I’m getting the sensations but you seem to enjoy it too.”
Hmm.
“Why?” There were logical answers and weird answers, but I wanted to hear his answer.
Master leaned back and looked serious, but nothing said he thought it was a frustrating question or a stupid one. “I’m not sure I have a very logical answer, but I like making you hard and seeing you squirm.”
That was pretty logical to me.
“I guess I’d say first of all that it’s giving me pleasure to see you turned on. I’m not a sadist, so it’s the mutual arousal part that makes me happy.” Going back to making circles over my ass, Master still looked thoughtful. “And your ass looks very nice when it’s pink and bouncing up and down on my lap.”
“There was an earthquake.” I was going to have to learn to process faster during a scene. He didn’t seem to think that was a good excuse at all. “But I’m glad you liked that part too.”
Him considering any part of me attractive could only be a good thing.
“There was a lot about that we both liked.” Master brought his hands around to rest on my thighs. “Is there anything that made you bad uncomfortable or were there any parts we need to change?”
Was no a bad answer?
“It’s okay if I say no, right?” Was it one of those work exercises where I was supposed to find the flaw in my performance even if I’d done everything right?
“Yes.” Master gave me a quick peck on the lips and smiled. “It was a straightforward scene that started from our conversation. It’s perfectly okay to have enjoyed all the aspects of it, and…”
I knew my part.
“And it would’ve been perfectly okay if there was something I wanted to change.” I knew I’d gotten it right when he smiled and nodded. “We just need to communicate how we’re feeling and use our safewords.”
“That’s correct.” Something about his smile shifted to happy and relaxed, and I knew my chances of getting fucked right then had lowered. “Our next communication is going to be about getting clean and talking about dinner. Breakfast was a long time ago and lunch was basically just a snack.”
My stomach decided it agreed with his assessment.
“Shower and then we make dinner here?” I wasn’t sure how he’d take that suggestion, but I was glad when he nodded and looked pleased with the option. “I have pasta and bacon and I think I have a steak in the fridge but not two. Sorry about that.”
Anson shrugged. “You weren’t expecting company for dinner. Our date technically started at breakfast.”
He could logic when hungry…he was getting better and better.
“You’ve got a good point.” So we both knew I hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I’ve also got another good point.” Anson tried looking serious but his eyes were smiling. “I don’t cook bacon naked. That means I need clothes after we get a shower and I get you all clean.”
He was going to get one with me?
“Yes. Clothes for you so nothing important gets damaged.” That would be unfortunate. “You’re taller than me, though. Not by much, but I think you’re half legs.”
Maybe that was why it’d been so hard to see his dick when we were at the bar?
Anson laughed. “Let’s see what we can do, but I won’t be upset to just end up in a pair of your shorts or boxers.”
