“You’ve been busy, Kate,” he says with a smile. At first I take offence, wondering if this man is slut shaming me, but then he grabs the back of my chair leaning into my space. “Which item on this list were you hoping to grade this evening?”
He’s playful about it, and I bite my bottom lip. I feel like he’s fucking with me, and I kinda want to play back.
He was so in charge that night at the bar and I loved every second, but lately I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to take control? What would it feel like to have a man twice my size doing what I say and at my mercy? There’s a good chance a man like Ben wouldn’t be into it. For a lot of people it’s one way or the other, or somewhere in the middle. But what would it be like to completely switch roles whenever it feels right?
“Power dynamics,” I say and Ben gives me a lust-filled look, his thumb reaching out to my shoulder to make contact and I lean into it.
He almost sounds devious when he responds. “Did you not like it when I was in charge, Kate?”
Goosebumps cover my skin as I meet his eyes. “No, I liked it a lot. I’m just curious what it feels like to be on the other side, what it feels like to be the one in charge.”
“Alright,” he says easily.
“Alright?”
“Yes, alright. We can get a private room, and you can do with me what you please. Minus the pegging. I can’t give it all away on the first night,” he says and I blink at him.
“The second night,” I remind him, and he nods. “You’d really be open to that? To me taking control?”
He doesn’t seem the type. Well, that night he didn’t seem like the type. Tonight, he almost seems like he would do whatever I want as long as it pleases me.
It makes me feel powerful, confident, and sexy.
My ridiculous amount of research into, well, everything, comes to mind as I place a hand on his thigh.
“Are there any limits of yours I should be aware of?” I ask.
He looks proud of me, and I nearly can’t stand the sincerity of it. “Well, I’m okay with bondage, touching you wherever you want, being told what to do. You can talk to me however you want. Pain is a mid-level point for me.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, trying to remember every single word he says and commit it to memory.
His hand is rubbing my back and mine is on his thigh and it feels more natural than I ever imagined tonight going.
“I’m not looking for a ball-busting dominatrix. Scratches on my back, light biting, hickeys. All of those things are fine.”
I can’t help but laugh, picturing myself in a latex suit with a whip in hand with a high heel pressing against his balls. That isn’t me, and it never will be. For me, it’s the idea of controlling the situation and having a man who’s happy to listen and comfortable enough in his masculinity to do so.
“Ooh, what about financial domination?” I joke, lightening the mood. See, my flirting skills are getting better.
He smiles and shakes his head. “If you’re here, paying for this membership, I highly doubt you need someone paying you to control and spend their finances.”
“It could be fun. Maybe I’ll add it to the list.”
“Do you have any limits for tonight that I should know about?” My brows furrow at the question and he kneads the flesh of my thigh, his thumb now directly on my bare skin. “Just because you’ll be calling the shots doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know anything that would upset you.”
“You saw everything on my list. Anything that’s crossed off is a no-go. I’m sure there will be other things crossed off, but I haven’t experienced them yet to know if I like them or not.”
“Should we have a safe word?” he asks, and I feel like it’s for me and not him. “How about Marina?” he suggests
It makes me wonder if he truly will be able to give up control, but he’s offering, willing, and I want it to be him.
God, the idea of telling the guy I’ve been fantasizing about for months what to do, to bring him to his knees? It has me feeling so turned on. Being in charge is one of those things I mentally sorted into my maybe column of enjoying it.
But with him?
He’s probably going to get another 10/10 and not even realize it.
“Marina works for me. Should we head back?” I ask, hoping that I’m not blushing too much.
