“What about hot and cold? Any sensitivities to those?”
She shakes her head.
“I need to hear you, Liesel. When we’re like this, you need to speak. I have to be clear on what you’re communicating to me. There can be no room for me to misunderstand.”
“I’m fine with hot and cold.”
“What about sound and light deprivation?”
“I think I’m okay with both of those as well.”
Her hands have come to rest at my waist. They’re warm and soft against my bare skin. I’m no man whore, but I’ve been with enough women to know what I’m doing and have enjoyed myself plenty of times. No one has felt as right in my arms as Liesel does.
“Are there any positions that are a hard pass for you?”
“No, not that I can think of.”
“Very good. Do you have questions for me right now?”
“No, but I’m sure I will in the future.”
“All you have to do is say your safe word, even if we’re not in the middle of some type of scene. If you want to shift our dynamic to us having a conversation between equals, then you say sauerkraut, and we discuss whatever’s going on.”
“You spanked me because I risked my safety walking in front of the window. Will there be other rules for me?”
“Yes. They’ll be about your safety. There’ll be guidelines on where you go and how many guards need to accompany you. I won’t keep you from doing things or going places. That’s not my intention. My purpose with rules for your safety is so you can continue to do all the things you want without coming to harm.”
“I can appreciate that. Will there be rules beyond ones for my safety?”
“Perhaps. We’ll have to figure that out as we go along,chica, and we see what works for us. I’m not looking for a Daddy Dom/Little Girl situation. I won’t give you a bedtime or insist you eat your vegetables. I won’t punish you if you go out without your coat or want to stay up late or feel argumentative with me when you’re frustrated or having a bad day. But perhaps we’ll come across things as we get to know each other better, and we decide to make a rule out of them. I don’t know. If we do come across something like that, we’ll discuss it.”
“Thank you, Jorge.” She watches me for a moment, uncertain whether she should use my name.
“Chiquita, you can call me whatever you want. We might have a budding relationship that includes a power dynamic and BDSM, but I’m not your Dom, even if I’m dominant. You’re not my sub, even if you are submissive. You don’t have to call me sir or master or anything like that. In fact, I would hate it if I heard you call me master. That’s just not how I envision things with you.”
“But what if I wanted to call you sir?”
“Why does that appeal to you?”
“I’m not entirely sure. I like the idea of the deference when we’re like this. Especially when I’m naked or mostly naked and you’re clothed. I’m not somebody who enjoys feeling vulnerable—not that I think anybody really does—but I feel safe with you when I’d feel vulnerable to the world. It’s the same as when I was kneeling naked a moment ago. I know how vulnerable I was, but being with you made me feel protected. I wasn’t scared. I was intrigued.”
I ease the shirt off of her and toss it on the bed next to her clothes. I thumb her nipples before tugging and pinching.
“What intrigues you?”
“The curiosity and uncertainty of what’s going to happen next, and that I have no control over it. I don’t have tomake any decisions. I can just be in the moment, that I’m not protecting myself. I’m not shielding myself from some emotional, intellectual, physical threat. That you’ll do that for me, and I can just be at peace.”
“That’s precisely what I want you to feel.”
She bites the left corner of her bottom lip before lowering her gaze to our feet.
“You promised you’d fuck my mouth earlier, and I’d really like to do that now, sir.”
I point to the floor, and she lowers herself to her knees.
“And why is that? Do you think you can bring me to my knees by sucking me off?”
“There’s a certain feeling of empowerment, knowing I can bring you that kind of pleasure. But that’s not all of it. I like the idea…”
