“I like pain and marks, but nothing that breaks the skin.”
“And do you have rules about where you want those marks to be?”
Quinn bites his lip. “I mean, I-I work from home, and I live in a house full of kink-positive guys, so no, not as long as I can hide them if I see my family.”
That makes sense. “I’ll tell you in advance where I’m going to cause a mark, so you can always say no before and during a scene.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything else I should avoid?”
“No slapping or punching. I don’t want marks made that way.”
I have slapped clients in the past under very controlled and requested circumstances, but I’m glad it’s not something Quinn wants.
“No bondage. It’s not that I don’t like it, but it’s so relaxing.” He rests his head against my shoulder. “I’m sorry if all of that is too rigid.”
“Not at all. There’s no such thing as too rigid for kink preferences. Hard limits are there for a reason.”
“I know, but…” He inhales slowly. “I’m hard work.”
I raise my eyebrows, but then something dark swirls in the pit of my stomach. I relax my forehead but clench my teeth. “Has someone told you that?”
“Yes.” It’s incredible how much pain a single word can hold.
I hug him close. “You’re not. Any Dom who has told you that is lazy and inconsiderate. If you want a play session with me, I promise to empower and pleasure you in the way that works best for you. My enjoyment will come from yours.” I kiss his jaw. “I’ll take care of you, Quinn, I promise.”
“I know.”
“And we’ll find the best time of day for you. It might take us a little trial and error and a few direction changes, but it will be worth it.”
I’ll have to learn the visual signals that will clue me into when sleep becomes irresistible for Quinn so I can ensure he gets the enjoyment from a scene first. I doubt I’ll get it right to start with or even every time, but I’ll do my best if he trusts me with his body and pleasure.
Quinn turns so he’s sitting sideways and cups my jaw. “Thank you.” He becomes tense in my arms. “I have one more hard limit.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t like guys having sex with me when I’m asleep. I know some people are into somnophilia, and I have consented to it in the past once, but…” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t my thing.”
“I think you’ve found the one kink I’ve never tried.”
Quinn swallows loudly enough for me to hear the click of his throat. “Do you want to?”
“It’s not a kink I’ve ever thought about, so no, probably not.”
He blows out a breath. “Okay. Good.”
I wait a few moments until the tension has left his body. “Do you only want to be on the receiving end, or do you want to bite and scratch too?”
“Is that something you like?”
“It’s hot to have nails raked over my back or have my shoulders nipped during sex.” I push his hair back from his forehead. “I can’t have any marks that would be visible to my clients.”
“Of course not.”
“Do you want to limit the pain to scenes?”
“Not if scratching and biting during sex is on the table.”
