Some of this stuff and the terminology confused the fuck out of me at times. Sadie knew all about it, and as an added bonus, she was friends withRussell.
“So, what happened afterward?” Sadie’s voice dripped withanticipation.
I laughed into the phone and shook my head ather.
“He took me to his bathroom and left me alone for a few minutes to clean up.” Another laugh made its way out as I recalled walking out of his bathroom with dried cum still plastered to my body. I told Sadie about that and she jumpedin.
“Whoa, whoa! Back up, Ry. Where did he takeyou?”
“To thebathroom.”
“No. No, you said it was his bathroom. A bathroom and HIS bathroom are two completely differentthings.”
“Yeah, he took me to his bathroom.” I paused and let that thought settle and flashed back to him supposedly marking me and saying that I was his. Maybe this really was special. “He’s told me before that his bedroom and bathroom are off limits to his guests and playpartners—”
“Ryan, you’re not a play partner,” Sadie interrupted. “Not only did he tell you that you mean more to him than a play partner, but he also took you to his bedroom andbathroom!”
She was right. We spent a fair amount of time inthere.
“He gave you aftercare in hisroom.”
Aftercare. I didn’t like it, nor did I need it. Though I’d admit, it was nice to just relax on that leather couch of his in the bedroom. It was quiet, and people weren’t coming up to him asking him things about sessions or his badass furniture. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone yet, but there was something about being with him in his room that made me feel more cared for than I’d ever had in my life. And it scared me because what if it’s not real? While I wrapped up my phone call with Sadie, I received a text fromRussell.
Russell: I’d like to call you for a few minutes tonight. Let me know when you’re ready for bed and I’llcall.
He still wanted to call, even after making me come already. I responded and let him know I still had some things to do around the house, but I’d let him know when I wasready.
I still had a lot of energy and couldn’t even think about going to sleep now. While I moved around the house, cleaning up some piles of junk mail, my stomach started hurting. I wasn’t hungry; this was a different pain, though a familiar pain. I sat down on the couch and turned the tv on. I needed something for my mind to focus on because I wasn’t ready to focus on what happenedtonight.
My laptop sat on the couch, so I grabbed it and booted it up. Maybe April or Kim were around. I scanned the friends list and saw the green dot next to April and Kim’sname.
Ryan:Hey.
Kim: Hi Ry. How was yourparty?
Ryan:Good.
I proceeded to tell them about the entire night, and then without any prompting, they said the same thing that Sadiehad.
April: He markedyou!
Ryan: What does that meanexactly?
Kim: Oh, Ry, he claimedyou.
I rubbed on my stomach and stared at their messages that rolled up on the screen. I had regretted saying much about it now because now I was thrown into exactly what I had been trying to avoid; thinking about it anymoretonight.
Kim: This is soexciting!
Kim: Isn’tit?
April:Ryan?
Ryan: Yes, sorry. The tv distracted me. It’sexciting.
I sent a smiley face emoji and set the laptop on the cushion beside me so I could think. He claimed me and marked me as his. But, what about the other stuff that comes with this? There’s other stuff. Isn’tthere?
Like all of the chains, restraints, kneeling, and shit. All of the touching. Could I ever be touched intimately? Did I ever want to be intimately touched? Though, I supposed he’d already done that. He had his finger back there. Not inside but close the fuck enough. And he’d kissed me. I had never been kissed like that. I’d never been touched the way he’d touchedme.
