Page 19 of Wild Pitch
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked, pushing the boundaries but needing her to find her voice.
“Yes, I’d like to play,” she answered nervously.
“You have some reservations, though?”
She nodded again, silently.
“Kylie, what did I say about using your voice? The play I have in mind requires that we are crystal clear in our intentions. I will not lay a finger on you until we are crystal clear with boundaries.”
Our entrees were delivered then, giving her enough time to organize her thoughts.
She swallowed and took another giant sip of wine for courage before asking, “Do you like to cause your partner pain?”
“That’s not what this is for me. I like control, whether of a scene or a situation. But the main thing is that I want to give my partner pleasure. If that happens through pain, then I’m in. If that’s your boundary, then it’s off the table. Is that one of your boundaries?”
“I’m not sure, Luc,” she said, her use of my first name a sign to me that she needed to drop the scene, and we needed to have a very serious discussion about boundaries and preferences before we went any further.
“Then I think we’ve got a lot more to talk about. Is this because you haven’t had the best sexual experiences?”
“Yes, I mean no. Ugh. Maybe?”
“Maybe we need to go back to the basics, okay?”
She nodded, realizing she hadn’t spoken. “Yes, that works.”
“You mentioned you haven’t really enjoyed sex with a partner. Have you ever reached orgasm with someone else?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered truthfully.
“I’m going to put that in the no category for now. How about by yourself?”
“Um, once or twice. But only after reading a spicy scene in a book.”
Once or twice? I had seen the evidence of her arousal. If she had trouble reaching orgasm even alone, we needed a lot more discussion before we went any further.
“What happened in the spicy scene?” I asked, hoping this would open up a window into the mystery. She’d been more than responsive with me, as evidenced by the damp panties that were in my pants pocket.
“It was a bondage scene, and she was blindfolded. And, I think that the lack of control did it for me.”
Interesting.
“It might also be the sensory deprivation from the blindfold,” I added. I loved listening as she laid out her fantasies, her kink perfectly complementing mine. And yeah, her innocence - fuck, that was a turn-on. And the thought that I might be the first and only person to bring her to orgasm? I craved that possibility.
“But then I ended up researching bondage on Reddit, and it scared me, to be honest.”
“What scared you?” I asked, knowing exactly how extreme the BDSM subReddits could get. Shit, depending on the Reddit sub she found, it could scare away even an experienced submissive, especially if she wasn’t into pain.
“Tasers, fire play, duct tape? Which is why I never explored further. I think I was more interested in dabbling, but thenthe hardcore parts of the lifestyle kept me away. That and I couldn’t imagine any of my past partners ever being able to be a competent dominant.”
“How does it feel talking about this with me?” I asked, observing her expression as she wracked her brain for the right words.
She looked down at her hands again. I caught a slight tremor before her eyes met mine, steady and sure.
“I feel like I can trust you to stick within my limits or at least help me explore those limits. And I am sexually attracted to you, something that doesn’t happen often.”
When dessert arrived, Kylie enjoyed hers unapologetically.
