"Confident."
"Accurate," Rowan corrected. He circled me slowly, and I felt his gaze cataloging every inch of exposed skin. "What do you want, Naomi? Specifically."
"I told you…"
"You told us you want to stop thinking. That's the goal. I'm asking about the method." He stopped in front of me again. "Do you want pain? Pleasure? Degradation? Praise?"
My mouth went dry. "I don't know. I don't have experience with any of this."
"Then we'll find out together." Kellan's hands moved up my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through my bra. "But I need you to promise me something."
"What?"
"If something feels wrong, not just uncomfortable, but actually wrong, you speak up immediately. We're not mind readers, sweetheart. We need you to communicate."
"Okay."
"Say it."
"I'll communicate," I said. "If something feels wrong, I'll tell you."
"Good. There’s no pleasure for us if you’re not into it."
The honesty coming from him went straight through me like lightning. I liked it when he told it to me straight. There was vulnerability in honesty, and it came easy for Kellan. Both of them actually.
"She likes that," he said to Kellan.
Rowan noticed. Of course he did.
"I see that." Kellan's hands moved higher, cupping my breasts fully. "What else do you like, Naomi?"
I couldn't think or form words. His hands were warm through the thin cotton, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into peaks.
"Answer him," Rowan said, his voice dropping into that commanding register.
"I don't know what I like."
"Then let's find out." Rowan's hand cupped my face, tilting my chin up. "I'm going to kiss you now. If you don't want that, say so."
I should have said no. Should have maintained some kind of boundary. However, the way that he was looking at me right now, made me want to give him the world.
I exhaled slowly, "Yes."
His mouth came down on mine, firm, demanding, and so thorough. Not the tentative kiss of someone feeling things out. This was a claim. A statement of intent. He wasn’t timid about making it either.
Behind me, Kellan unhooked my bra with practiced ease. The fabric fell away and his hands replaced it, skin on skin, and I gasped into Rowan's mouth.
"That's it," Kellan murmured. "Let us hear you."
Rowan's kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine, and I felt myself melting. Felt the careful control I'd maintained for years starting to slip. When he finally pulled back, I wasbreathing hard. I wanted more of that for sure. I’d kissed men before, but it was never anything like that.
"Good?" he asked.
"Yeah." I whispered.
“‘Yes, Sir.’” he corrected.
“Yes, Sir.” I repeated.
