“I’m just trying to figure out how you got things in the shed,” Jude spoke slowly.
I gave him a shrug. “It’s bigger than it looks on the outside.” I won’t lie, it took a bit of work and finagling, but I made it work.
Judah let out a boyish giggle before calming himself. “Sorry. Just…I mean, you have got to see how wrong that sounds.”
This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes.Of course, he’d see the inuendo there.“They fit. Besides, the only thing in there other than a trunk of toys and a cross are a lawn mower and some yard crap that I never use. The last thing I want to do is push you out of your comfort zone just because of my stupid needs.”
“Zeek,” he sighed. “They aren’t stupid. Just…maybe let me work with Destri one or two more times before I do it all by myself. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s the point…I want the pain.”
Judah sighed again. “I understand you want pain. But I also know that it can cause lasting damage. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you, permanently.”
“I know, Kid. I just don’t want you to force yourself to do it if you don’t like it. Does that make sense?”
“That’s the thing, Zeek,” he breathed. “I did like it. A lot, actually. It’s hard to explain, but it felt right. I’d definitely like to try it again.”
This time it was my turn to give him a sweet smile. Rolling over onto my side, I let my hand gently cup his jawline. “I will never push you into doing more than you’re comfortable with, Jude. Ever. But I do agree…I did like the outcome.”
Something flashed through his mind, causing him to blush a deep shade of red. I lifted a brow in question, waiting for him to say something. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long.
“Imagine how it’d be if we were to do it here.” He shot me a mischievous look before continuing. “I could suck you off afterward, while you’re still tied up.”
Instead of responding with words, my lips crashed into his.
Judah
“O
kay, I got it.”
“Are you sure?” Eli asked, still not thrilled with the idea.
“Yes.”
I was doing good. Better than good. Even my therapist thought so. She mentioned at one of our recent sessions that she could see a change in me, one that I wasn’t ready to explain to her just yet. Eli, on the other hand, he knew exactly what had caused the change.
Eli leaned back in his chair and looked me over. Being my best friend, it wasn’t a surprise that he could read me like a book. In truth, it could be quite annoying at times. Especially when he saw things that I didn’t want him to see. Which was most of the time.
Unfortunately, when it came to this particular subject, there was no one else I could go to with these types of questions. Not that I would want to talk to anyone else. I mean, it’s not as if everyone is open to discussing the ins and outs of becoming a Dom.
I will admit, after talking with Eli, I was relieved to discover that it didn’t have to be a full-time thing, like he enjoyed. Which worked out because I knew Zeek only needed someone to control the pain when needed. Something I was more than willing to do for him. Although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a rush from the power too
It had been over a week since our session at the club and I was still buzzing. Or maybe it was the night we spent together afterward. Whatever it was, I wanted more of it.
When I came to Eli, asking for his input, I got double the amount that I wanted or expected. I knew I’d keep it all in the back of my mind, though. If it meant helping Zeek, it was all well worth it.
I didn’t know a lot about the lifestyle, but it didn’t take me long to discover that being a Dom was more than just what people saw on the surface. It became a part of who you were as a person. And when it came to Zeek and me, we didn’t need those types of labels.
We were just us.
“You need to make sure that he knows what you need too, Judes. Your well-being is also important in the dynamic.”
“I know.” I wasn’t sure if Zeek would be open to what we both needed. Which was precisely why we needed to sit down and discuss things.
“I would be more than happy to sit down with both of you. As would Destri.”
“No. This is between Zeek and me.” I hoped it would go a bit smoother if I avoided adding any outside influence. Zeek and Destri had a basic understanding–an agreement, if you will–but that only scratched the surface. There was no way I was going to bring her in any more than she already was.
