Page 32 of Not About That Life
My mind immediately goes back to the first time I’ve met Ian here. “Toothpick Tanya…” I mutter.
“I beg your pardon?”
I turn to him. “That blonde with no ass? The woman that was here when I first came over? That was a submissive?”
“Ah, yes,” he agrees, “she came over to do something and left shortly afterward.”
Don’t ask what she did. Don’t ask what she did.“What did she do?”Domi, we need to have a chit-chat, girl.
“She let me hogtie her as I spanked her until her ass was nice and red. Then I fucked her mouth with my cock and gave her a facial. She was cleaning up when you arrived.”
A weird storm brewed inside me. I was jealous AF and I was aroused AF. I couldn’t decide which emotion was dominating until the arousal slowly took over again. “Oh,” my voice came out all quiet and meek, “I see.”
I feel Ian’s eyes on me and I can tell he’s concerned about how I’m taking all of this. To be honest, I’m not sure how I’m taking this my damn self. “If this is too much for you, angel, we don’t have to do any of this. I just wanted to be open and honest with you. No secrets.”
Ian can’t know about this. I shake the conversation I’ve had with Gerald out of my head as small pangs of guilt creep into my mind. “No, it’s fine. It’s just a lot to consider right now.”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight or at all, angel. I stand by that. We can just go to New York next week to visit friends and that’s it.”
I don’t want to waste a plane trip to New York to speak to Nick and Zerrin, when they might be my only chance to really know what BDSM is about. I’m feeling a tad bit bolder from that liquid courage and it’s now or never.
I stand up and walk in front of Ian. I strip down naked and stand before him. I feel his eyes examine my body and once again, I’m raw and vulnerable. We’re about to embark on another level in our relationship and I’m terrified.
What if I hate it? What if it’s too much? What if I don’t want to do this anymore after a while? What if Ian wants to continue and he’ll find another?
“Shh…” I feel Ian’s lips on my navel and my knees slightly buckle. “Your mind is going a mile a minute. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“What…” I clear my throat. “…what are you going to do, Sir?” Damn, calling Him Sir is so fucking sexy.
“What I told you at the restaurant,” he looks up at me, “I’m going to tie you up and eat your cunt.”
Pleasure points sprung up all over my body and I feel my pussy starting to sing. It’s singing Christopher Williams’ “Please, Please, Please” as a matter of fact. “Oh…” I manage to push out the word. “…I see.”
Ian soothes his hands all over my ass and why are we still talking? “What’s your safeword, angel?”
I didn’t even think about a safeword and I have to come up with one on the spot. “On fleek.”
“One word,” Sir advises.
“Basic,” I reply. Ian’s eyes narrows and I already know I need to change it. “Turnt.” His expression doesn’t change. “Trill.”
“I’m sorry?” His British accent bites. “What’s atrill?”
“Trill. It’s not a thing.” Why am I explaining this while I’m butt-ass naked and he’s still fully dressed? “Trill is the combination of two words – true and real. Trill. It’s so trill.”
Ian slightly shakes his head. “But isn’t true and real one and the same? I don’t understand why anyone would say something is both true and real when they’re the same?”
Bae’s got a point. “Okay, how about deadass?”
“Angel,” he manages a grin, “let’s not use AAVE, okay?”
“Okay, fine!” I stick out my tongue and he smiles. I quickly think of something that would standout but not be so obvious. It then dawns onto me and I wish I thought about this sooner. What better safeword than one of my favorite foods? “Donut.”
Ian slowly nods. “I can work with donut.” He kisses my navel again. “Are you ready?”
Not really but it’s too late to turn back now. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Since you’re still new to this, we’re going to go by the traffic light system. Green means you want me to keep going. Yellow means you’re almost at your limit. Red means you’ve had enough.”
