Page 49 of Kissing Kayley
I kissed the top of her head. “Let’s just safely relax here for a while, okay?”
“Okay.”
We stared up at the blanket of stars overhead. I couldn’t remember the last time I was able to see stars, much less savor them.
“I had fun with the rope,” she softly admitted. “I’d like to do more of that.”
“Me, too, sweetheart.”
“And I really enjoyed what you did to me while I was tied up.”
I smiled. “So did I.”
“Idefinitelywould like to do more ofthat.”
“Then we absolutely will.” Because, yes, I damn sure enjoyed doing that.
Oh, no, you mean my girlfriend enjoys it when I disconnect her brain by licking her clit?
Duh.I get that’s a choice for some men not to do it, but my tongue lasts a lot longer than my cock. Bigger ROI, even taking the size differential into consideration.
After another moment of comfortable silence, she followed up with, “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to try spanking me while I’m tied up. Not too hard,” she added.
“I’ll start slow, baby. I promise.”
“What if I don’t like that kind of stuff?” She looked up into my eyes.
I sighed. “Honey, I don’t know how I can phrase this any other way—I don’t love you because of kinky stuff. Kinky stuff is fun, yes. The more important part of the equation is the power-exchange dynamic. I need to be in charge in our relationship. Not to be a controlling, domineering asshole, but because…”
I wanted to carefully phrase this.
“I know you’re a grown-ass adult capable of taking care of yourself,” I continued. “And I’m not looking to micro-manage your life or control your career. But just like it got you hot being tied up with me going down on you, it gets me hot knowing you willingly let me do that. Some people want or even need to be firmly under their partner’s control. I view what I want and need more as protective. Like a Daddy Dom. Like what Derek described to us about the Littles during orientation.”
“My dad’s still alive, and I don’t call him ‘Daddy,’ so we’ll need to talk that out because that won’t work for me.”
“I didn’t mean that’s what I want our dynamic to be, or what I want you to call me. I’m trying to give you an example.”
“Oh. Sorry. Carry on. Sir,” she tacked on with playful snark.
“Firmly nurturing,” I continued. “That’s the best way to describe the vibe I want with you for our dynamic. With some spicy play thrown in when we feel like it. Like bondage, impact and sensation play, and stuff we’ve already been doing, like biting.”
“I like biting,” she said.
“I know you do. And I like biting you.” Boy, did I.
She sipped her cocoa. “I never really thought much about that kind of stuff being kinky.”
“I’m sure there are people who consider anything other than missionary position for the purpose of procreating to be ‘kinky’.”
“True,” she admitted. “So what are you thinking about, hypothetically, when it comes to defining a dynamic between us?”
“That’s what we need to figure out,” I said.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”
“It’s not that easy.” I puzzled out how best to word it. “It’s hard to say what, exactly, we’re going to do unless we’re trying it.”
“But how do we try it if we don’t know what to do?” she asked.
