He said the most interesting things.
“What would we be doing where it wasn’t the time to ask questions?” Most people didn’t like questions but I’d never had it explained that way. “Oh.”
He picked me up.
He only moved me a few inches at most, but my butt was now squarely over his genitals. That required us to touch base as he’d called it, so I made sure to question him. “Are you okay with this? What color are you?”
“Green.” The hand that was around my back started stroking it almost absentmindedly, but I didn’t think I had an issue with it. “I like the pressure of your body on mine and your ass is very full so it feels good against me.”
Interesting.
“Thank you for explaining that so I don’t have to worry.” If he wasn’t going to complain, I could focus on other things. “Can we try adjusting your grip so you’re holding me tighter?”
The arm over my lap shifted so he wrapped it more fully around me. That was nice but when he increased the pressure, it shifted me so I was leaning against him. It actually felt much more natural even if it was still odd. “This is more enjoyable than I expected.”
“I’m glad.” The hand on my back continued making long strokes but my Dom’s focus seemed completely on my expression and my movements. “That means I can continue to enjoy it as well.”
“Yes, there’s nothing to worry about.” For either of us evidently. “I can see why people do this.”
“Sit on laps?” My Dom reached up to pet my head, barely caressing the hair around my ear before going to my back again.
“Cuddle.” But laps too. “People usually find me...prickly.”
“I don’t.” He shrugged, running his hand over my head again. “You’re exploring something new, so it might take a while to figure out what parts make you relaxed and what parts give you other reactions.”
“Arousal?” I hadn’t really figured out the best ways to find that emotion with other people, but I was surprised when he shrugged again.
“That too, I guess, but I was thinking about aspects that might make you happy. I met a woman once who said sometimes when she reaches subspace she giggles and everything is funny.” He had much better explanations than I’d found on my own. “Some people get the floaty feeling you might’ve seen described online. We might find something that gives you a big emotional release that you can’t get other ways.”
“I don’t like that idea.” I knew what that meant and I didn’t want large emotional releases. “I don’t mind trying to find a relaxed headspace, but I’m not sure I’m the giggle type.”
“You never know. That’s what makes BDSM interesting. There’s no one right fit for everyone.” He gave me a thoughtful frown. “It’s like lap sitting. Some people like it this way and others might enjoy a different type.”
“What type?” How many ways could one man sit on another’s lap? Oh. “Yes. You may show me.”
He chuckled but didn’t second-guess my permission. “You might like this.”
He had to be much larger than he looked in the chair because all he had to do was slip one arm under my legs and he had me tucked against him like a baby. I had to admit to being slightly startled but I didn’t mind when my squeak made him chuckle again. “Your chest is very broad.”
He could tuck me against it without it feeling like I was going to fall off his lap. Yes, my legs were folded beside him in the chair, but I still felt very secure. “You must work out on a regular basis. I don’t have this much muscle.”
“I don’t need you to have this much muscle. It would’ve made it a lot harder to move you around if you were heavier.” His continued logic was impressive. “Do you like muscles or do you not usually notice them?”
“In this position I’m noticing them more.” They should’ve been hard but his pectoral muscles were actually nice to use as a pillow of sorts. “I’ve always seen them as more of a vanity issue, so I ignored them, but I have to admit they’re more functional than I realized.”
“Try this.” He put my hand in the middle of his chest before curling his arm around me again. “I don’t mind being touched and you haven’t been able to explore muscles like this before.”
“Thank you.” He really was helpful. “You’re right. I haven’t gotten close to muscles like this before and just seeing them in passing doesn’t give enough information.”
“You’re welcome, but remember, I’m going to enjoy your touch, so this isn’t a hardship for me.” He made a pleased hum when I brushed my hand over his nipple, but nothing said I needed to worry about taking liberties with his body. “To go back to your question, I go to the gym on a regular basis but I gain muscle easily. It seems to be genetic because all the men in my father’s side of the family are the same way.”
“That’s nice.” I hadn’t gotten anything helpful from my father’s family except my house and that wasn’t as secure as I’d thought it was. “I can see why some people like this form of lap sitting.”
“Do you like this form better or the first one?” He gave me time to think as he ran his hand over my head and down my back, but it was hard to pick, so I let the question roll around in my head as I traced around his pectoral muscles again.
“I like this one for relaxing, I think.” Or something close to that. “My vocabulary isn’t right for this conversation, but the other was nice for simple, practical conversations.”
“I think that was a good way of differentiating it.” He also seemed to enjoy it too based on his pleasant expression and the way he was running his hand over my back as he held me. “This also feels more intimate for some people. Littles like this one for a variety of reasons and more what we’ll call traditional subs like it because when they’re naked it leaves their body available for their Dom.”
