I blink at him again. “What?”
“Obey me,” he repeats. “If you let me dom for you, then you do what I say.” He narrows his eyes. “You’re not a brat, are you?”
“Excuse me?” I ask indignantly.
“It’s a type of sub,” he explains. “Sort of. Brats get off on disobeyingso that they have to be punished. Are you going to be a brat?”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head. “I…don’t think so?”
His face eases. “Good. I’m not really into brat taming. You said in your text you’d be into hunter-prey play, so I don’t mind if you fight me when we’re doing that, but I can’t handle brats.”
I stare at him. Clearly BDSM is a lot more complex than I knew.
“Is there a rule book about all this you can point me to?” I ask. “I feel like I need to do some research.”
He smiles. “I’ll teach you as we go. Just ask questions when you’re not sure, and there are no dumb questions.”
I want to laugh. That’s more or less the speech I give my students at the beginning of each semester, and the irony isn’t lost on me.
“I want you to feel comfortable, so just ask,” Ash goes on. “I’ll go easy on you until you get the hang of things.”
“You’ll go easy on me?”
“That sounded more threatening than I intended,” he says. “I just meant we’ll go slow.”
I nod.
“I’ll try, anyway,” Ash qualifies. “You drive me fucking mad, so it’s going to be an effort to control myself around you. I’ll be patient with you if you can be patient with me.”
I nod again.
“BDSM is all about control, so we’ll have to work on that together.”
“And you’re in control,” I say. I think I understand, but he shakes his head.
“No, you are,” he says.
I frown. “Me? But you said-”
“A dom is only in control on the surface, but in true BDSM, it’s the sub who has ultimate control. If you don’t like something and use the safe word, things stop immediately. It doesn’t matter how into it I am, things stop,” he repeats more forcefully. “You obey me until it’s time for me to obey you.”
I exhale deeply. That eases my mind.
Ash finally lifts himself and slips out of me. He’s no longer hard, but he’s not much smaller when he’s slack, so I feel every inch of him withdraw.
“I’m starving,” he says as he disposes of the condom. “Want to order a pizza? I could use some fuel before I fuck you again.”
It takes a moment for my brain to kick in, and I lean up on my elbows. “Again?”
He stops with his cell phone in his hand. “Do you not want me to fuck you again?” he asks, and I hear the disappointment in his voice.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” I assure him quickly as I sit up. “I’ve just never been with a guy who had so much stamina…or this intense a sex drive for that matter.”
He grins at me. “Oh, baby. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Chapter 30
Ash
