Bob tapped him lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. “Lift’s open,” he said.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Kris stepped in.
“You know,” Bob said ass he punched in the penthouse’s floor. “Just because someone is a sadist doesn’t mean they’re a monster. Sometimes, it just means that’s the type of domination they get off on. “
Kris puzzled over his words. “I don’t understand.”
“In BDSM, submission is a gift. It can come in many forms.’
“Yeah, but some of the ones submitting get off on the pain, right?”
“And some don’t, but offer it as a gift because their dom does.”
Neither man said anything more until they came inside the penthouse. Bob seeming to have nothing else to say on the matter while Kris had much to think about. Bob watched Kris sink down into the sofa cushions.
“So,” Bob said. “How about that film I mentioned earlier?”
“Sure.”
“Good, good.” Bob opened a drawer in a side table and took out a remote, pointing it at the TV that took up a large portion of the side wall. “So, have you seen Kubo before?”
“Um, no?”
Bob grinned. “Awesome. Let me queue it up. You got room for popcorn?”
“If you make some, I can nibble on a little bit.”
The way Bob grinned, Kris had made his whole day. Kris smiled back. Bob was cool, he decided.
Even if he does bring up weird stuff, sometimes.
