Page 92 of New Growth
“Safe.”
“Good.”
When he reached my shoulders, I stiffened slightly. He slowed near my neck.
“S-safe.”
“Don’t force yourself,” he said gently. “I want you to be honest about what makes you comfortable.”
I nodded again. He moved down, his hand gliding carefully to my collarbone and then down my side, ghosting along the sides of my torso. His touch was soft as he traced my ribs, like he was memorizing my shape with reverence.
“Safe,” I said, this time more confidently.
“Good,” he murmured with a smile. “Now I know where to hold you.”
I poked him playfully, causing him to chuckle. When he returned to his quest of discovering my weak spots, he hovered his hands over my hip, uncertain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t want to upset you.”
I looked at him for a moment. Then I took his hands in mine and guided them gently to my hips.
“Safe.”
Then to my outer thighs.
“Safe.”
He paused, watching me motion toward my inner thighs.
“Not safe.”
Then, I motioned to my lower back, ass, and between my legs.
“Not safe.”
He nodded, voice quiet. “Noted.”
“Knees, calves, and feet are safe,” I added. “But I don’t like the soles of my feet being touched.”
He tilted his head. “Not even for a massage?”
“No.”
“Alright. Okay.”
“And I hate being tickled.”
He cracked a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He kept his hand on my hip, circling his fingers in a calming motion, though I wasn’t sure if it was for me or him. I leaned into him again, exhaling. “Anything else you want to know?”
He looked down at me, gaze soft. “I think that’s enough for tonight. Let’s get some rest.”
“We’re talking about what happened earlier tomorrow.” I reminded him.
His lips brushed the top of my head. “Yes, ma’am.”
