Page 39 of Kissing Kayley
Kayley
We napped for maybe fifteen minutes before I sat up and stretched. “I wonder what classes or demos are on the schedule for today?”
Vic sleepily smiled up at me. “Feeling adventurous?”
“Yeah, actually, I am.” I gently poked him in the side. “I want to learn new things while we’re here. And that’ll help me be better-educated when we have our conversation.”
The hint of a scowl furrowed his brow. “We can have the conversation without you trying things you aren’t sure of.”
“Listen to the words coming out of my mouth,Sir,” I teased. “This is an unexpected but prime opportunity for me to take a deep dive into these… things.” I closed my eyes, took a deep, pine-filled breath, and slowly let it out. “I know we won’t be doingeverythingpossible,” I added. “But how do I know what I’ll like if I don’t try things?”
He rolled onto his side, propped on his elbow. “Do you want to start with the ‘fuck-no’ hard limits?”
I already had a few of those. “I’m not a Little. Not something I want to explore. I don’t want anything extreme, like cutting or really hard impact play. I don’t mind some ouchie but I don’t get off on ouchie.”
“That’s very reasonable,” he said. “I’m more a mental and sexual sadist than I am a physical one.” A slow, evil smile curved his lips. “On the tamer side of the scale.”
“And I’ll never be okay with us playing with other people.”
His smile fled. “There might be times one or both of us need to work with someone teaching a technique. Do you include that?”
“No. I mean play for fun. And I prefer it’s only you touching my… bits.”
He nodded. “Understood and agreed.”
I thought for a moment. “I did like watching the rope play.”
He sat up. “You don’t need to freak out when you see them, baby. Just pretend they’re strangers.”
“I mean, theyarestrangers to me,” I said. “It’s just a mental hangup I need to work through.” I had a thought and looked around. “Are they watching us right now?” I reached for my shirt.
“Probably, but discreetly,” he said. “From a distance and only to make sure we’re alone. They’re not perving on us, if that’s your worry.”
I pulled my shirt on. “It wasn’t until you phrased it likethat.” I reached for my panties and shorts.
He caught my chin and made me look him in the eyes. “They’re kinky, too,” he said. “They come here as guests. So it’s not like they’re strangers to BDSM. They have as much to lose as we do by being outed. Meaning even if this wasn’t their literal job—to keep secrets—they’d still have every reason to keep their mouths shut.” He released my chin andboopedme on the nose with his finger.
“That’s easier said than internalized.” I didn’t want to stand up to pull my shorts on so I started working them up my legs.
“I legally and ethically cannot tell you any of the shit I’ve personally witnessed during my time on the job,” he said. “But let it suffice to say that what we’re doing here? This istame. This is like comparing Hello Kitty to Harley Quinn.”
I worked my panties and shorts up over my ass and hips and leaned back to zip and button them. “Yeah, well, based on what I’ve seen so far, it wouldn’t surprise me to see someone walking around here dressed like Hello Dominatrix.”
He blinked before roaring with laughter.
We soon headed back to the main lodge, stopping to pick up sandwiches, fries, and drinks from the cafe to eat in our room. Then I wanted a shower before doing anything else. He joined me, and this one was fun and teasing, but not too sexy because, frankly, I’d just eaten more in the past six hours than I think I did in the past six days, and I hadn’t… well, cleared my pipes, shall we say.
And farting during sex might be a fetish for some people, but it damned sure wasn’t for me.
Instead, dressed in one of Vic’s T-shirts and with a towel wrapped around my damp hair, I pointed at the armoire. “Let’s do part B and go through that.”
“We can do that.” He pulled on a pair of shorts and walked over to the armoire, opening it.
I stared at the contents. “So what kind of toybag do you have at home?” I asked.
He sat next to me on the bed. “Not even the bare minimum,” he said. “I think I still have the coil of rope I bought a few yearsbefore I met you, when I meant to learn how to tie and never did.”
“Why not?”
