Page 10 of Stripping the Sub
“Yes.” Her anus clenched in anticipation. Ellie actually loved anal play, but she didn’t trust too many people to do it right. She might be a masochist, but that didn’t mean all pain felt good, and anything anal made her feel incredibly submissive, which wasn’t always how she wanted to feel when she was playing. Especially with someone new. But with Michael? Yeah, that was fine.
“Fisting?”
Her pussy fluttered, her chest tightening. “I’m… open to it, but I’ve never done it before.”
In fact, the first time she’d heard of it she’d been horrified, in a completely fascinated kind of way. She’d watched videos of it online, peeking through her fingers, completely enthralled even as her stomach churned in panicked terror. To say her feelings were mixed was putting it lightly. Especially when she looked at Michael’s long fingers and large hand.
“We can work up to it, in the future.”
Relief warred with disappointment, followed by a flutter of apprehension as she realized he was already planning future scenes for them. That was… good? Scary? Exciting? Nerve-wracking? … All of the above?
“Now, hard limits.”
Ellie’s insides twisted.
Chapter 3
Michael didn’t think he’d ever scened with a submissive so reluctant to just talk. Even the impatient ones would concede, although they might try to get it over with quickly. In contrast, Ellie’s expression turned stubborn, and he knew he wasn’t going to get all the answers he wanted today.
That was fine. He could be patient.
He also wasn’t going to let her get away with completely avoiding answering his questions.
“Hair-pulling seems the most problematic for me,” he said, keeping his tone light and conversational. “I like to touch a woman’s hair, run my fingers through it.” He let his gaze slide to her raven-locks, making it clear he’d like to play withherhair, and was pleased when her cheeks flushed pink. “Can you clarify your limits with your hair?”
The question set her off balance, as it was meant to. She obviously hadn’t ever been challenged on any of her limits. Michael wasn’t going to push her past them, but he also wasn’t going to let her remain comfortably within them without at least examining their boundaries.
Her left hand rose, seeking out a lock of hair to wind about her fingers as she thought for a moment.
“Running your fingers through it is fine,” she said, almost shyly. “Even a little pulling that’s not too hard, just… just not wrapping it around your hand or um… Yeah. Just not wrapping it around your hand.”
Michael rewarded her with an approving smile. “Thank you. I have to admit, I would have been disappointed if I’d been forbidden from playing with your hair at all.” The smile she gave him in return was still shy, but gaining in some confidence. “You left breath play blank on your form, it’s not a limit, but you didn’t indicate an interest in it either. Would you be open to trying some breath play?”
Her teeth bit down into her lower lip, dragging across the surface as she considered. Michael didn’t miss the way her legs pressed together under the desk. Something about it appealed to her, but she was even more unsure about it than the hair pulling. Still, he wanted an answer, so he waited patiently for her to think through it.
“I… yes. I’d want to use ‘yellow’ as a slowdown word and… only with you.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured, touched - again - by the trust she was showing in him.
It soothed some of his angst over the way she’d avoided scening with him for months. At least now he knew it wasn’t something he’d done. It couldn’t be; she was already showing far more trust in him than she had for anyone but Andrew. Hell, perhaps even more than she had for Andrew, since Andrew had definitely never pushed her emotional limits even though he might have done so with her pain threshold.
There were a couple other items he wanted to address, but she’d tensed up so much when he said he wanted to talk that he didn’t think pushing even more now was the best course of action. It could wait until she was more comfortable with him. Wait until after she’d played with him a few times and was feeling more confident.
“Alright, Ellie… now… we’re back in high school, what do you think we should do with this empty classroom?” he asked, giving her a wink.
Ellie gaped at him, a flash of relief flickering across her expression, immediately followed by wariness. “That’s it? What about my other limits? What about sex?”
“Your other limits are unimportant for today’s scene,” he said, and was pleased when she immediately relaxed, looking only a little troubled. Probably because she was already thinking to the future and having to talk about her hard limits then, but Michael was sure he could distract her. “As for sex, how do you feel about it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” he asked, a little surprised at the alacrity of her answer.
“Yes, I would like sex.” Her voice was a little breathy, definitely eager. Michael’s cock jerked in anticipation.
But he shouldn’t read too much into her eagerness. Elliesceneda lot with a lot of different Doms and sex didn’t necessarily mean anything emotionally. Although, it would certainly be enjoyable.
“Then sex will be left up to my discretion as the Dom.”
