Page 39 of Scoring Zone
“Before our next session, think about your darkness as a part of you, not something outside of your control. See if you can identify any common circumstances or emotions surrounding the episodes.”
We disconnect, and I shed my clothes. We have hours left in our naked day, and I’m not wasting them.
“Gray,” I call, and hear him thunder down the hall. My bedroom door bursts open and bounces off the wall. “Hey”—I tackle him onto the bed—“we said no clothes today.”
“What’s wrong?” His hands and eyes roam over me. “Are you okay?”
“You worry too much. Get my robe off.” I wrestle him out of it.
“You yell, I worry.” He huffs and lets me fling the robe away. “It got cold out there without you to keep me warm.” Gray tugs me on top of him, resting his head on my pillow.
“Sorry,” I say sheepishly, though I’m not at all sorry to have his naked skin against mine.
“How did your session go?” He wraps a leg around my back, bringing our groins closer.
“Good. I told her I’m in a relationship with a man.” As I dip my head to kiss him, he stops me.
“That’s a huge deal. It’s your first coming-out. Are you okay with it?”
“Umm.” I pause because it didn’t seem that big. She’s bound by her oath not to talk about our sessions. “Fine?”
Gray groans and smacks the side of my head. “You don’t have any regrets?”
“I regret this conversation stopping us from doing other things.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively, kicking the covers away from us.
“Who knew going bi would make you a sex maniac?” He strums his fingers down my side, and I can’t hold back a laugh. “I’m happy if it truly wasn’t hard for you and honestly jealous it was so easy.”
“Telling her isn’t risky. The hard part will be keeping the darkness locked away.” I trace his widow’s peak and watch his brown eyes melt for me.
“What if we try something different? Things hiding in the dark have power, and bringing them to light takes away their ability to cause harm.” He rolls out from under me and rises while I sit against the headboard, then he straddles my legs.
“How?” I’m embarrassed and ashamed of so many of the things the dark side of me wants.
He bites his lip, and my thumb drags it from his teeth. “We all have deep secret desires. Some doable and some loony.” He flushes. “Don’t judge me, but I couldn’t get close enough to you and wished I could wear you as my skin. So that’s like crazy-thought level. For obvious reasons, I can’t wear you, but I still crave being close to you.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” I press our lips together and relax into our kiss.
“You say that like it wouldn’t be a heinous, gross act because we both know it won’t happen. But I also want your teeth marks on me, and that is something that can happen.” He stares intomy eyes. “I told you my fleeting, insane thought. Now you tell me one of yours.” Gray sits back on my thighs, waiting.
My head buzzes, and the memory of sinking my teeth into his skin as I came turns me on and disgusts me in equal measure. But he said he liked it.
“You’re overthinking. Tell me one thing you’re desperate to do to me.”
“I want to redden your ass and fuck you like a rag doll,” I blurt out, and recover enough to say, “That’s in the loony category.”
“How would you make my ass red?” I’m so startled by the question that my mind goes blank, so he clarifies for me. “Would you use your hand, a paddle, a flogger, or something else?”
“I’d hurt you, and I’m not doing it.” Wicked thoughts of different possibilities take over, and I can barely breathe. I’ve never fantasized about using something other than my hand, but the flogger… I shut down my excitement.
“That’s a damn shame for both of us. We’d both enjoy it.” His forefinger traces the ripples in my abs, and my hard dick swells for attention. “Is this another case of your mouth lying and your body telling me the truth?” he asks slyly.
“I’m hard because you’re naked and touching me.” My chin lifts with childish defiance.
“Hmmm. Pity. I’ve never been with someone I trust enough, but a flogger has always interested me.” He doesn’t look away, and I swear the man can read my mind.
My cock is practically waving at him, following its own rules.
“Are you afraid because you think you’ll hurt me?”
