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Then I pause. Wait—maybe? My face heats again. I hate this questionnaire.

My mind puts one of those words in Luciano’s mouth. Low and deliberate, without an ounce of contempt.

He could probably call me something I would slap another man for and somehow make it sound like praise.

My stomach flips.

Oh, that is incredibly irritating.

I select Curious, then add: No public humiliation. No being made to feel stupid. Maybe private, if I trust the person and it’s not cruel.

I read it back and close my eyes. This is awful.

Sensory Deprivation (blindfolds, earplugs, hoods)

My breath catches. The idea of not being able to see should scare me more than it does. The dark has always been an enemy. But this wouldn’t be the empty, hungry dark of my childhood bedroom. This would be deliberate.

Contained.

His hands guiding me through it. Luciano’s hands, specifically. His voice remaining close enough to follow. The certainty that if I reached for him, he would be there.

He’s the only man who has ever made control feel safer than uncertainty. Of course my mind keeps forcing him into every question. That doesn’t mean anything. Probably.

I tap Curious, then add:

Blindfolds, maybe No hoods. No locked rooms. I need to hear the other person and know they’re still there.

Wax Play

Curious. Maybe yes if it isn’t too hot.

Orgasm Control / Edging / Denial

I remember coming apart against that bathroom wall and the way his restraint disappeared with mine. Every time my body pulled him closer, he gave me more. Harder. Deeper. Watching me like every helpless sound was an answer I hadn’t meant to give him.

If we’d had more time, would he have made me wait? Kept me there until I begged? Smiled when I became furious with him and refused to give in until I asked properly?

Strong Yes. I don’t even hesitate this time. The thought of him deciding when I’m allowed to come feels dangerously right.

Anal Play

I’ve only had sex once, and now this form wants to discuss my ass. The escalation feels unreasonable.

Hard No.

My thumb hovers. Would I trust a stranger? Absolutely not. But Luciano—patient, controlled, watching closely enough to catch the moment nerves became a real no?

Oh, for God’s sake.

I change it to Curious and add: Absolutely terrified. I’d need patience, trust, and definitely not during a first scene.

I want to die.

I actually want the plane to open mid-air and drop me into the ocean. Curious. Sure. As if my body isn’t currently screaming absolutely not yet, you lunatic.

After that, the questions come too quickly.

Fear play.