Page 39 of Dearly Unbeloved
Sierra shrugs, catching her coffee straw with her tongue and taking a long sip before replying. “Maybe, butI liked everything you did last night, so no complaints here.”
That’s something. I don’t love that we’re clearly so sexually compatible—I’d much rather we were roommate compatible.
“In addition to what we talked about last night… Penetration? Toys? Other than Olivia Newton-John,” I say, sarcastically.
She gives me the middle finger before answering. “I’m good with both. Penetration-wise, I like fingers and toys, but I’m not a big strap person—giving or receiving. I can make it work if you’re into it, but it’s not my preference.”
“So you’re cool with dildos, just not the strap?” I could take or leave the strap element personally. I’ve been with plenty of people who liked them, and plenty who didn’t.
“Yeah. Something about it just feels… impersonal.”
I can see that. “Cool. Bondage? Impact?”
“I haven’t dabbled much in either, but I’m interested. Nothing too crazy impact-wise—spanking, sure, but maybe not like a whip or anything like that. Bondage… I don’t like the idea of cuffs, but ropes or chains or something like that, I could be into. I…” She trails off, blushing.
“What?”
She swallows. “There’s something about the possessiveness of bondage that appeals to me. Like, I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a collar, maybe a leash.”
My eyes immediately zero in on the ring on her finger. I’d be lying if I said seeing it there, knowing that—real or not—she’s claimed by me, wasn’t unbelievably hot. I had tostop myself from drawing attention to it last night, because bringing up this sham marriage when she’s clearly cut up about it seemed unnecessarily cruel. Calling her “wife” was already pushing it. But if she likes possessiveness, and she’s interested in a collar… My mind whirs with ideas.
“Anything else you like or don’t?” I ask, and Sierra thinks about it for a second but shakes her head.
“I’m open to most things, and I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”
“Good.”
“What about you? I could tell you were into what you were doing to me last night, but you didn’t let me touch you. Did I do something wrong?” She draws her lip between her teeth, looking concerned.
“Definitely not,” I assure her. “I just don’t always like to be touched. Kind of. It’s more like I don’t always like to be the focus of touch. Like, if you hold on to me or whatever, it’s cool, but if I feel like all the focus is on me, I can get overstimulated easily. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy last night. I can be perfectly content, even if I’m not being touched.”
Sierra’s shoulders slump, as if she’s relieved. “That makes sense. Will you tell me if you’re feeling overstimulated?”
“Of course. If we’re going to do this—and just so we’re clear, I still think it’s a terrible idea—then we have to communicate.”
“Your pessimism is noted,” Sierra replies, waving her hand dismissively. “But we’re doing it anyway, right?”
Right. Because one night, and I’m already craving the taste of her again.
What could possibly go wrong?
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ROSE
Maybe try glaring a little less if you want to make friends at work. - S
P.S. 70 days until we can get divorced!!!!
Sierra
Did you throw my flowers out?
Yes.
What the fuck?
Care to elaborate?
