Page 52 of Not About That Life
“But you always eat off my plate,” Ian smiles and his blue eyes twinkle, “even though you have the better dish.”
“Because it looks better when it’s in front of you!” I chuckle. “I can’t help it! Though maybe I should since I’m starting to get a little thick around the waist over here.”
“I like it.” Ian’s eyes travel from my face down to my toes. “I think you’re perfect.”
I lightly sigh. “If you’re trying to get me to fuck you right now, keep talking.”
“I thought you were hungry, angel?”
“I am,” I climb on top of him, and hold a French fry in front of his mouth as he eats it, “but I can work up another appetite.”
Ian unhooks my bra and kisses my breasts, sucking on one nipple before he moves to the other one. “I like that idea.”
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After my late lunch/early dinner I effectively coined aslunner, Ian took me to view the sighs, sounds, and smells of New York. There truly is nothing like it. It’s a city that never sleeps and there’s always something happening somewhere in the vast city.
The honking of impatient drivers combined with the rumbling of the subway and more profanity-laced rants than I’ve ever heard of in my life, made New York crazy exciting. Ian showed me places he used to frequent and even ran into a few of his old ‘mates’, as he calls them while he showed me around.
Over dinner at the wildly-expensive Lilia restaurant, we noshed on lobster ravioli and kept the conversation as light as possible. Ian humored me talking about the latest in celebrity gossip and even asked questions, though I think he did it to be polite, not that he really cared.
“Enough about what’s going in the world of YouTubers,” I grin, “what are we doing next?”
“We’re going to explore the city more,” Ian checks his watch, “and tomorrow we’re going to visit and stay with Nick and Zerrin.”
Nick and Zerrin D’Amato. Nick, of the world-famous D’Amato family, and his gorgeous wife, Zerrin. I feel stupid even being in the same vicinity of them. Zerrin is going for her doctorate in sexual health and psychology and Nick is also trying to be a doctor in English.
And here I am…a lucky girl with a Communication degree?
I will literally be the dumbest person in a room full of people who have traveled and versed on all things adult. Maybe BDSM is for intellectuals only?
“What’s on your mind, angel?” He asks.
I focus my attention on how glacier blue Ian’s eyes had become. He has a quiet intensity about him that can’t be described, only felt. “I’m afraid I’m going to be too stupid for your friends.”
“Nonsense,” he quietly states, “I think you’re perfect for my friends.”
“No, I meant how I’m going to be the only person tonight without some sort of fancy degree,” I shake my head, “what does a girl who reads gossip blogs and watchesLove and Hip-Hophave in common with two professors?”
“Nick and Zerrin are very aware in all things pop culture,” Ian defends, “especially Nick. He has to be. He incorporates a lot of pop culture into his English classes.”
“He does?” My eyes widen. Nick always looked so serious and even during our brief interaction not that ago, it seemed he was trying to restrain himself from talking down at me.
“Nick takes a lot of things seriously as you’ll find out but once you get to know him on a personal level, he’s one of the most generous people you’ll ever meet. He’s had a hard life growing up looking after his brothers because their father left them at a very young age.” Ian pauses. “That might be something you want to speak with Nick about.”
I’m not sure if Nick signed up to be a therapist in addition to teaching me additional things about BDSM. “It might be too much, no? Especially for a first meeting?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “It’ll help you work through your issues with Sam and become more comfortable with BDSM overall. BDSM is good for those who have anxiety and depression.”
It never occurred to me I might have depression but Bae might be onto something. I study his reaction and feel the quiet strength from his end. Should I ask him if he has it? I would’ve known about it already, right? “Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have…you know…depression?”
Ian pauses for a moment. His brows furrowed, and his chiseled cheekbones appeared to suck on a piece of lemon. His face was impassive and his blue eyes burned with an intensity I’d never seen before. I feel like I crossed over an unspoken boundary.
My stomach knotted into tight balls and I felt I was slapped with a bookcase of regret. Congratulations, Domi, you just ruined your vacation. Awesome.
