Page 14 of Our Unexpected Beginning
Graham wanted to live his life, take whatever was coming, and hope to God that it involved the ravishing firecracker sprawled on the couch, waiting for him.
The oven timer went off, and he set to work putting together the makeshift spread for them: nuggets, fries, and a bowl of berries and cheese he’d found in the fridge that had not been lost nor forgotten.
Graham brought the tray over to the couch and placed it on the coffee table, sitting next to Julia. He pulled her feet up and laid them over his lap, her skin soft and warm to the touch. They both smelled of her orange vanilla body wash.
Julia leaned over and grabbed a french fry off of the tray he brought. “Wow, I’m impressed.”
“It is your kitchen after all.”
“That’s why I’m impressed. I didn’t think I had much left. I’ve been with Mel a lot lately.”
“You have all the basic needs that you’d find in a frat house. I can still speak Greek, I felt right at home.” He pulled a fry from the tray, noticing that Julia was picking through the chicken alphabet nuggets he’d made. “Do you like them made differently?” He’d make a note for next time.
“No, they’re perfect.” He watched her systematically baptize the nuggets in buffalo to the ranch, then back to buffalo before putting it on her plate. She scowled at the O nugget that entangled itself with the T. The latter won and she ate it happily. He found her endearing.
“So,” Graham brushed Julia’s damp hair from her neck. Her pulse thrummed beneath his touch, he brushed his fingers over her skin as if it was the first time. Touching and tending to her was his form of aftercare, and one he noticed she thrived under even if it wasn’t a conversation they’d had as of yet. He’d realized that it was poor practice on his part. He’d have to rectify it.
Instead of stewing around the subject, he thought it would be better to be straightforward.
“I think we should talk about limits.”
“So you have a better view of the goalpost?”
Fuck he loved her smart mouth.
“Has anyone said you’re a Brat before?”
“Not many in a way that’s made me not want to punch them in the jaw.”
He wondered if that was a sore spot, something to steer clear from but needed tending to at some point in time.
“You have Little tendencies like Melody?” Graham wasn’t picking her apart.
“Nah, I don’t think of it that way. Mel always says she ‘feels smaller’ and I don’t. I just like coloring and saying fuck responsibilities sometimes.”
“I see, that makes sense.”
“I’m ’bout as Little as you are aDaddy.“ Julia sassed him good-naturedly. “I mean, it was hot at the moment.”
“Watching you come apart under me was hotter.” She had the most beautiful pink flush that reached her ears.
Graham handed her a bottle of water with a silent nudge to drink. He was pleased that she didn’t balk or huff. Only setting the bottle down when it was half empty.
“Any implements you have an aversion to?”
“I haven’t been into intense play, but I can think of nothing. Although the idea of a whip or vampire gloves doesn’t sound like something I’d like to visit.”
“Noted.”
“Not a fan of gags. They seem suffocating. I’ve seen some intense ones at the club.”
“That’s not something you’ll have to worry about.” Graham gripped her under the chin. “I want to hear every sound you make. I want the whole club to hear you cry and beg for another inch of my cock.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shifted and rubbed her legs together. Graham gripped her calves and met her gaze, filled with promises of things to come.
Julia set the bottle aside and leaned on the cushions with her elbow. She looked him over. “So what makes you tick as a Dominant?”
“Everyone says control. For me, it’s about trust. I don’t think I’d ever look for someone who wanted it all the time. TPE or twenty-four-seven isn’t my thing. But I’ll always care for my submissive’s needs, in and out of a scene.”
