Page 91 of Gideon
“Let’s head inside, yeah? Tell me all about it,” I offered, steering her in through the front door.
“Actually, I had another idea,” she asked, chewing her bottom lip in nervousness.
“Is that so?” I asked with a grin, shutting the door behind us.
“I’m just worried you’re going to say no,” she stalled.
“I’m all ears, love. Tell me,” I urged her, pulling her to me by the waist. I needed her closer to me. I needed to touch her.
“I want you to take me somewhere,” she admitted.
“Where?” I asked, nuzzling my nose against her ear. I caught the lobe of it between my teeth, letting them graze over the sensitive bit of skin.
“Ah, I can’t think when you do that, Gideon,” she muttered in a shaky breath. I liked her like this, off guard and open.
“I can’t help it. I like touching you,” I teased, kissing my way down the column of her neck. I brushed her hair to the side, enthralled by the soft curls as it brushed over her shoulder and down her back.
“Gideon, stop,” she giggled, pushing me away. “If you want my answer, you’ll have to stop.” She batted away my hands as I tried to pull her back to me.
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender. She took a deep breath, bolstering her courage, which was fucking adorable.
“I want you to take me into town,” she admitted in a rush of breath.
“Into Zion?” I furrowed my brow in confusion.
“No, not Zion. Into town, town,” she attempted in poor clarification.
“I’m not following,” I muttered, reaching for her again. “I like the idea of staying here. Preferably naked.”
“Oh Jesus, Gideon. You are incorrigible,” she grumbled, batting my hands away yet again. I pouted. Literally pouted. “I want you to take me to Abditory.”
Well, knock me over with a feather. Those were the last words I had expected to hear from her.
“You want me to take you to the dungeon?” I asked, not sure I had actually heard her correctly.
“Yes. I want you to take me to the dungeon,” she affirmed, squaring her shoulders confidently.
“Why?” I questioned her.
“Because I want to see more. I want to know you more, and I know how much you love it there. So… show me that side of you. Please.” It was the ‘please’ she tacked on to the end of her request that made my reservations crumble in a pile of dust on the floor.
“Abditory is… Well, I’m not sure you’re ready for a place like that,” I stammered through my lame attempt at refusal.
“And why don’t you think I’m ready?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance. Oh, I wanted to tame that bratty side of her so fucking badly. Well, maybe not tame it all the way. It was a goddamn turn on.
“Because you’re brand new to kink. Going into a place like that with no real knowledge of —”
“So when you first went, you knew everything about kink?” she scoffed, testing me. My hand fisted at my side, wanting to spank that sass right out of her, in the best way possible.
“I’m just saying that it can be overwhelming. Everyone is in some state of undress, mostly, and you see all sorts of kink going on,” I tried to reason with her.
“All out in the open?” That got her attention. She looked slightly more concerned, but only for a split second before that steel resolve settled back over her.
“Yup,” I popped the ‘p’ with a smug grin. “Lots of people play out in the open. Some people enjoy being watched.” I watched her carefully, curious to know what her reaction to such a notion would be.
“They just, what? Have sex in the middle of the floor with everyone watching?” she questioned, her nose scrunched up in distaste. I slowly circled around behind her, my hands running up and down her hips and waist. I leaned in, kissing the spot just behind her ear before I answered.
“Sometimes. But others like to be tied up into pretty rope art and then lifted to hang from the ceiling. They relax into the ropes and let all their cares wash away while the audience oohs and ah’s at them in wonder,” I spoke lowly against her ear, letting my tone grow deep and sinful. I smiled as I heard her soft intake of air, the prettiest little gasp. Now I had her attention.
