“I think… I think I love you,” I admitted. Though truthfully I didn’t know if it was real, or if I was going crazy and just wrapped up in emotion from being in such a vulnerable place.
“Luke…?” he said, pulling away from me and looking into my eyes.
For a second I thought he was going to leave me hanging; that he’d give a lame response about not being ready to say that to me. But instead, he said, “I’ve loved you from the second I laid eyes on you.”
We kissed; a soft, gentle expression.
Never before did I think that anything physical could truly be beautiful. There was sex, and lust, and power, and control. But this was different. This kiss was about vulnerability; both of us showing each other a side of ourselves that we’d kept hidden from the world.
It was beautiful.
I held onto him, swaying along with the tempo of this stupid song that all of a sudden, didn’t seem so stupid.
“This is our song now, isn’t it?” I asked, nuzzling into his neck.
“I guess it is,” he said. I felt his cheek move as he smiled.
“Dammit,” I sighed.
“Hey, it could be worse,” Adam tempted. “Think about all the people out there who have terrible songs for their relationships. It could be Deep Throat by Cupcake.”
I burst out laughing, both at the fact that that song was probably some couples’ songs, but more at the fact that Adam even knew what it was.
“Come here…” I said, pulling him into another kiss.
The pan behind us started hissing and Adam leaped out of my arms.
“Breakfast! Ah, damn you Luke for being so sexy!”
He lunged to save the piece of french toast as I took my seat in the bar stool again.
Adam used the spatula to peel the toast away from the pan. The bottom of it was blackened, and it was filling the kitchen up with smoke.
“Well, guess that guy had to take one for the team,” he said with a sigh, scraping the sad little piece of bread in the trash.
“Worth it,” I said, still feeling giddy.
* * *
After a delicious breakfast of french toast with cinnamon, English muffins, and sausage, Adam and I discussed plans for the day.
“Well, we don’t have to really do anything except get supplies for Monday sometime this weekend,” he said. Then his face darkened. “Want to play?”
I sat up in my chair and leaned forward. “Play like… in your playroom?” I asked.
He nodded, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eye.
“I’ve been wondering when you were going to ask,” I said with a smirk. “I’ve been dying to play with you.”
“Well,” he said, getting down to business. What do you usually like? You mentioned you’ve subbed before.
I shifted in my seat, feeling my cock stiffen by just talking about it.
“I like being bossed around; I like being told what to do,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” he said, coming over to me. He braced his hands on the table and looked down into my eyes. His eyes were dark with lust like a shady forest at twilight.
“Yeah,” I said, looking up at him defiantly.
“Well, you’re not very good at taking orders, Bossy Bottom,” he said, snatching my empty plate.
“Hey, what do you mean?” I asked. Then I remembered when we’d had sex on the beach, how I was trying to control him.
“First of all,” he said, loading our plates and silverware into the dishwasher, “you look me in the eye.”
“So?”
“So, subs don’t usually look their Doms in the eye when it’s playtime. Any time other than that is fine though.”
“Does that… does that turn you on?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He stood up straight and closed the dishwasher. “It does. So much.”
I leaned back in my chair, thinking. I thought I’d been a sub before; I liked being bossed around and smacked and dominated. I also really liked being told that I was a little bitch when I’d had “playtime” in the past. My ex had even tied me to the bed and taken a riding crop to my body in the past; I loved that. But the thing that Adam was talking about — about looking into his eyes — had me wondering if I’d ever actually been doing real BDSM at all.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Adam said, reappearing at my side. “That’s part of it. Trust and communication need to be open and clear.”
I swallowed. It was clear that Adam knew what he was doing… he was experienced with this. I felt insignificant in comparison.
“Well, I just… I feel like I don’t really know anything,” I admitted.
Adam smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Let’s go down to the playroom and I’ll show you.”
18
Adam
I led Luke past the bookshelf and down the stairs into the playroom. As he saw it for a second time, I watched his expression carefully, hoping that he wouldn’t have another anxiety attack.
But even now I had to admit that this Luke at my side was different than the Luke that had come down here a few days ago. He was stronger, more sure of himself.
“You already saw all of this,” I said, going over to the bed and sitting on it. “But BDSM is about more than just having a bunch of toys and using them on you.”
He sat down next to me, listening intently.
“That’s what your ex did, right? Probably tied you to the bed and used a paddle on you or something…” I muttered.
Luke chuckled. “Actually, that’s exactly what he did. I thought that was how that stuff worked…”
I shook my head. “He was an amateur. A lot of guys — like him, use being a Dom as an excuse to smack around their partner
