“We’re not—”
“As friends who fuck and get kinky together, then.” He winks, raises his bottle, and downs the rest of its contents. “Do you want another?”
“Nah, I’m good.” My bottle is still half full.
He gets another drink, and we talk for another half hour or so, mostly about work.
“Thanks for the chat and the advice,” I say once we’ve finished our drinks.
“It was fun. Welcome to the kinky family. There isn’t a kink club in Leeds, but there’s one in Manchester if you and Haru are interested in that kind of thing. It’s members only, but Lily and I could get you a guest pass each.”
“Can I get back to you on that?”
“Of course. The offer’s always open. Oh, I’ll text you some website links. Sites Lily and I used to learn more about kink and what we might want to try, and our favourite online stores in case you want to pick up supplies. I know I offered to lend you a blindfold, but you’re going to want to get your own toys.”
Does Haru have his own restraints, blindfolds, and gags, or did he rely on past Doms to supply them? I’ll have to ask him.
“Thanks, Mick.”
“You’re a good guy, Kyle. You’re not going to fuck up. Trust your instincts. If it feels right, it probably is. If it doesn’t, slow things down or stop altogether. Trust Haru. Do things every day that show him he can trust you. Communicate and be honest with each other. Respect each other. Last piece of advice—”
I stare at him expectantly.
“Enjoy yourself. Exploring kink can be liberating. You’ll learn things about yourself.”
“I already have.”
“Trust me. You’ll keep learning. About kink, yourself, and Haru.” Mick pats his thighs and stands. “Right, I’m off home to spank my wife. I’ll see you on-site tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there bright and early with bells on.”
He laughs. “Hit me up if you need advice. I’m always happy to talk.”
“About kinky stuff?”
He shrugs. “About anything. Later.”
“Bye.”
I stay put for a while, peeling the label off my bottle of beer while I think about everything we talked about. Trust my instincts. I can do that. Right now, they’re telling me that holding Haru down during sex was fucking hot and that I want to do more. I want to tie him down so my hands are free to explore and worship his beautiful body. But right now, I want to talk to him, find out what kind of day he’s had, and support him if he needs it. I want to hold him and tell him how gorgeous he is. I want him.
CHAPTER15
HARU
“Who’s the friend you keep taking meals to?” Mum asks.
I’m boxing up some spaghetti to take to Kyle’s this evening. I don’t need to take food to him, but I get an odd sense of satisfaction from doing so.
“You don’t know them.”
“Not a friend you’ve caught up with from school, then?”
“No. They all left Leeds. You know that.”
“Is it the guy you’ve been texting for the past year?” Dad is at the sink, washing up.
“What guy?” Mum asks.
