“Good. And I think this goes without saying, but I’ve read that we need to say everything so there’s never any miscommunication, so I’m going to say it—this is something that will stay between us entirely. We won’t share it with anyone.That means in public, we resume the roles expected of us as defined by hockey. Do you agree?”
“Yes.”
“We will use caution, discretion, and careful planning to keep what we have private.”
“I agree.”
“Good. I think the next thing I want to talk about is safewords. We need two. One tells me I need to stop completely and immediately. Another means you’re reaching your limit and need me to slow down. Let’s designate a stop word.”
“Penalty,” I answer.
Dasan laughs. “Okay, good. And one that means slow down.”
“Uh… icing? Can that mean slow down?”
“Any word you want can mean slow down.”
“But that one makes sense, right? It’s slowing down the game.”
“Yes. Icing it is. Let’s move on to something we struggled with already. Your interest in servicing me. Tell me what that means to you.”
“I want to make you feel good. I want to give you orgasms and…” Everything. I don’t know how to put it into words. “All the time. Every time you want an orgasm. Or if you want something else.”
“Why don’t you put your hands on me?” he asks.
The question confuses me. “Right now?”
“Ever, Shiv. You never touch me.”
“Oh. Uh…” I look at him all over, though he’s still clothed. “I guess I didn’t have your permission?” I shake my head. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do. I guess it’s not a conscious thing.”
“Okay, thank you for sharing that. That helps me understand whatyouneed.”
“I like when you do that,” I admit.
“Tell you what helps me?”
“No. Well, yes. But tell me when I’ve done something right.”
“You like affirmation. I already figured that out. I’ll make sure you get plenty of it.”
My chest feels so fucking warm.
“I told you that I also want to make you feel good, but it sounds as if your needs aren’t on your mind as often as mine are.”
“Unless you’re fucking me,” I say, giving him a bemused smile. “Then it’s the only thing I can feel. Like my orgasm is pounding at a door and ready to break through.”
Dasan’s grin is huge, and I might flush a little. “I want to hit a lot of topics today. We’ll continue to flesh them out as we go, but I don’t want to forget any. So, riding on the back of servicing me, let’s talk about toys. How do you feel about sex toys?”
“Which ones?”
“The ones I’m interested in using on you aren’t overly adventurous, admittedly. Vibrator, cock sleeves, maybe a chastity toy of some kind.” Dasan studies my face. My heart is already racing at the thought. It’s an excited kind of race, though. “How do you feel about wearing a leash around your junk and letting me lead you around like a puppy?”
“In the house, right?” I ask, my voice sounding a little breathless.
He laughs. “Yes. Always in private. Except maybe the chastity toy.”
I nod. “Okay, I think I can handle those.”
