“Well, thank you for letting me know,Bram.”
Heat tightens my chest and loosens my hips. Aaaand we’re back to irreverent.
“Okay, okay, okay.” I put my hands up, a gesture of surrender. “We definitely should’ve talked and established some guidelines before today. That is entirely my fault. I am so sorry.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “That’s, like, three times you’ve apologized already. Are you okay?” he asks, adjusting his grip on the wheel to touch the back of his hand to my forehead.
I love it when he does that.
I take his hand and kiss it. “I can admit when I’m wrong.”
“Genuinely didn’t know you were aware you could be wrong. So this is…surprising.”
“Shut up,” I say, glowering at his amused smile.
“Okay, then…what are the rules?”
“Rule number one is, you can say no toanything. I’ll never punish you for saying no.”
“You sure? I might like that,” he says, his shit-eating grin brightening the dark space between us.
I know he’s joking to ease the tension, but I can’t quite go there yet. “I’m not going to ignore you or walk away from you because you say no. This only continues because we both want it to.”
There’s a solid ten-count of road noise before he responds.
“So…youdowant to keep doing this?”
The hint of uncertainty in his voice shames me to no end.
“Very much,” I say, looking out the side window.
He lets out a huff of air.
“Can you please look at me when you say that? Because I don’t… It doesn’t feel good when you look away from me like you’re doing right now.”
I don’t think Nacho likes having to ask for attention, probably because he doesn’t feel he deserves positive attention in the first place. Ignoring him…that’s the punishment.
And it’s not a punishment I’d ever willingly give out.
“I’m sorry,” I say, turning to look at him directly. “You will always have my full attention. Your thoughts are incredibly important to me. The way you feel about this dynamic between us is incredibly important to me.”
“Yeah?”
“If I didn’t think you enjoyed it, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me. I could tell from the beginning that…”
“In our jail sessions?” he asks, smirking.
“Yes, in our jail sessions. I could tell you liked what I was doing. That you were turned on by what I was doing.”
“And I like that you never said anything about my hard-ons or the fact I sometimes did things just for your attention.”
It’s my turn to smirk. “That was fun for me,” I say. “Highly arousing.”
Nacho chews his bottom lip, thoughtful.
“What’s this look?”
“I want to do the things you ask of me. Really, really want to. I like the way you’re firm with me. But when you walk away, it feels blurry. Like, I don’t want you to be bossy all the time, but you can’t act like there’s not anuswhen we’re not playing. I need to know that we have something outside of the playing.”
