Page 43 of Laila Manning
It felt good to know he and I were on good terms again, considering we all lived on the same estate.
“So,” Elora steepled her fingers together in front of her as she looked at Carly. “Are the results in yet?”
“Huh?” I shook my head, once again confused by their internal banter.
“We took kink tests while we waited for you two to hug and make up.” Ellie prattled on as if it were a normal discussion.
“And that’s my cue to leave.” I shook my head, walking around the island for the exit.
“Not so fast.” Carly grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “You should take one.”
“No.” I shook my head so fast it nearly fell off my shoulders. “Nope.”
“Oh, come on,” Elora sighed. “Do you know what you’re into sexually?” When I glared at her, she had her answer. “Don’t you think it would be better to know ahead of time before you’re in the situation to be triggered by something you hate?”
“Ugh.” I groaned, hating that she was right because it was such foreign ground.
“She has a point. Let’s look at our results, and you can go from there.” Carly said, walking to the desk against the wall and pulling up the email with their results in it.
I eyed the door longingly as they pulled out the chairs to sit and look. But I hated to admit Elora was right. I had no idea what I liked in the bedroom.
Well, besides Zeke’s touch.
That got me all hot and bothered pretty quickly.
“I don’t think I’m kinky.” I shook my head, glancing over their shoulders as their results popped up in pie chart form. “What’s the term? Vanilla?”
Carly chuckled and pulled me over until I was sitting down next to her. “A kink test doesn’t mean latex-wearing BDSM shit. It just helps break down what kind of things you are interested in by using basic terms and general statements. Look.” She pointed to her results and clicked the top result. “I’m a switch.”
“I have no idea what that means.” I deadpanned, winning a chuckle from Elora.
“It means,” Carly droned on dramatically, ignoring us, “That I like to be dominant and submissive.”
“I’m getting images in my head I shouldn’t have.” I shuddered, winning another round of laughs from the girls.
“Don’t think about Jed.” Carly groaned. “Think about you.” She switched screens to Elora’s results and snorted. “Sub.” She pointed out her top percentage. “No surprise there.”
“What’s that term mean?” I asked, falling into the conversation purely because my curiosity got the best of me.
“Rope bunny?” Carly asked, looking at her second highest rated result. “Means I like to be tied up and tie up—uh, my partner.”
“Eh.” I groaned, physically shaking out the images of Carly suspended in the air like a ham at a butcher’s shop.
“Do you like bondage?” She asked.
“No.” I replied instantly as I imagined lying in the center of my bed, tied to all four posts, helpless and at the mercy of the other person in the room. But when I replaced that faceless monster in the corner with Zeke, the repulsion of the idea didn’t hit as hard. In fact, something else tingled in my brain as I imagined it.
“Wait for it.” Elora whispered as I stared unseeingly at the computer screen.
Because I was now envisioning Zeke tied down in the center of my bed. Helpless and at my mercy, with his cock hard and ready for me, desperate for my touch as much as I was desperate to feel him.
“Maybe.” I tilted my head as I imagined him panting in desperation while I hovered just out of reach. “Him, not me.”
“There it is.” Carly mused. “See, you were all hard no at first, but now you’re imagining going full dominatrix on Zeke, aren’t you?”
“Skip the latex cat woman suit.” I blinked, clearing the erotic images from my head as Carly somehow swam around inside of my brain like she belonged there. “But maybe.”
“Noted.” She winked knowingly. “What else?” She looked back at her results and scrolled over each with her cursor, giving me time to read them and form an opinion in my head.
