Every compliment sends a shiver through me. “So are you.”
He pinches my chin. “I don’t regret last night. Do you?”
“No.” I suck in a breath.
“Why am I sensing a but?”
I pull away from him and sit. “Two things. Three things.”
He sits, rests his hand beside my hip, and trails soft kisses across my shoulder.
I raise one finger. “I need a shower.”
“So do I, but that can wait until you tell me what the other two things are.”
I raise a second finger. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be in Leeds for. I’ve got no plans to stay permanently.”
“So we agree to see each other casually? Friends with benefits.”
“You’d be happy with that?”
“Hm, getting to spend more time with my beautiful friend. Maybe explore more of his body. Yeah, I’m okay with that.”
Fuck, he’s going to make me beg for his cock again, and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing to me. Which brings me to the last thing. I raise a final finger. “I’m into kink.”
He stops kissing my shoulder and straightens. “Kink? Like BDSM?”
I lower my face and rub my shoulder. “Exactly like that. Getting off on being praised is one of the things I like. I’m not saying I need you to be into kink, especially if this is a casual thing, which it is, but I thought you should know. And you should also know that it doesn’t matter whether it’s during sex or not. If you praise me, you’re going to make me weak in the knees.”
“Does that mean you want me to stop?”
“No. I like it. I love it.”
He kisses my neck. It’s wonderful to have his soft lips caressing my skin. “I’ve never explored kink at all. How did you get into it?”
“A boyfriend at uni. Tam. He was in his third year when I was a fresher. We met via the Korean society. He’d already started to discover kink, so he introduced me to it. He was a Dom, and, well, it didn’t take me long to realise that I enjoyed being submissive.”
“A Dom?”
“Dominant. Their role is to lead, guide, and protect their sub. Sometimes they need to be an enforcer too.”
“Enforcer?”
“Punishing the sub for not doing as they’re told.” I’m glad I’m not looking at Kyle’s face. I don’t want to see his expression. I’ve had men tell me I’m a deviant for liking this stuff. I don’t need the same judgement from Kyle.
He’s still kissing my shoulders and neck between each of his questions, which has to be a good sign. Right? “You’re going to have to forgive me. I don’t know much about this stuff. But I take it you’re into whips, chains, and pain?”
“No. There are three aspects to BDSM. Some people like all of them, and some, like me, only like some. I’m not into sadomasochism, but I love being submissive, and with the right guy, I enjoy bondage too.” I wince, clenching my teeth together and holding my breath while I wait for his reaction.
“Bondage. That’s being tied up?”
“Yes.”
“And who’s the right guy?”
“Someone I trust. Without that, being tied up isn’t hot. It’s scary. Even asking to be praised can end up being scary with the wrong guy.” I shudder.
Kyle strokes my arm, his touch light. “You’re talking from experience, aren’t you?”
