"No, I just got back from a run."
"Still a fitness freak?" I giggle but I'm just stating the bleeding obvious because it’s clear he works out from looking at him.
"Running helps me relax," he replies and he now sounds muffled. "Hang on."
Smutty rubs his head against my hand, the little attention whore. Obediently, I give him a cuddle.
"Sorry, I'm back," Ben's voice makes me jump. "You just caught me as I was getting changed." Uh, the baby mole was out in the wild. I bite my lip so I don’t giggle.
"Amelia?"
"Sorry, yes, I'm here." I blush, even if he can't see me.
"So, not that I'm not glad to hear from you, but after the dinner I thought—"
"Does your offer still stand?" I blurt out.
This wasn't quite like ripping off a plaster, it was more like ripping off a super sticky tape from your nipple.
"Just to be clear, you mean—"
"To help me figure out this… stuff." I breathe heavily and suddenly realise I sound like I’m aroused rather than just incredibly nervous.
"Are you sure?" His voice is calm and unfazed.
"Yup, I mean, if you want. You were right when you said we already kind of know each other. Have seen each other’s bits. And I know you won't hurt me. Physically." I breathe out.
"Amelia—," he replies frustrated before adding with some alarm in his voice, "wait, are you suggesting you want me to show you what it means to be with a pleasure dom, not just answer your questions?"
10
Curiosity
Amelia
Oh shit. Maybe he was just joking at dinner. I feel my face heat up again.
"I… well, I mean… If you want."
"What about you hating me?"
"I told you I don't feel hate. I feel nothing." Contrary to what I've said, my heart starts pounding faster, and a flurry of butterflies dance in my stomach. But that's just because I'm anxious he might say no, I'm sure. I genuinely want to try this submissive thing now that I've set my mind on it. And once I've made up my mind there's no turning back. If he were to say no now I'd be deflated.
"Okay. Not sure feeling nothing is much better, but I think I get what you mean." His voice is quieter than a minute ago.
"If you don't want to, Ben, I would underst—"
"No, that's not it. Sure, okay, fine." Uh, thanks, don't sound quite so excited, why don't you?
"As long as you don't call my dick a baby mole," he adds and I grin. He remembered. And he’s joking. That's a good sign, right?
"Scouts honour."
"You were in the cubs."
"Fine, cubs honour." I relax back against the headboard as a sense of relief engulfs me. Smutty decides to give up trying to attract my attention and struts out of my bedroom with one last disapproving look back. I scramble off the bed to close the door. "So, how do we do that?" I nervously nibble on my bottom lip as the door clicks into the lock, shutting out Smutty and stopping him from judging me.
"Well, tell me what you’d like to try."
"I don't know. Not hitting."
"Spanking. Hitting is something different, but I get it, no spanking. Any other nos? Or anything you are particular interested in? Actually, let me ask you this: what fantasies made you want to give this a try?"
"I… I don't know." The bed sags under me as I crawl back onto the mattress.
"Amelia, you need to be open with me if you want to try this. I need to understand what you’re hoping for and what you don't want. There’s no right or wrong answers. We’ll only do what you want, what excites you. Your taste may change over time. Something that sounds exciting now, might not be quite so appealing once you have tried it, or things you don't want now might get interesting. All of this is fine but you need to talk with me about it."
"No spanking," I object again.
"I know. I got that," he replies patiently.
"The thought of not being in charge excites me. The idea of not having to be the strong person, the person in control. I like the idea of someone taking care of me. Of telling me what to do." As I say the words out loud a warm feeling spreads through me. Yes, this is definitely what I want. "Please tell me if that is just weird, or not what you do, or—"
"Amelia as I said, there’s no right or wrong. But your idea of letting someone else control your pleasure fits exactly with what I do and what I enjoy as a… PD," he chuckles as he uses my abbreviation for pleasure dom.
"It’s weird, but if you told me what to do in life I would probably tell you to go and fuck yourself because I’d hate it. I hate when people tell me what to do like I'm an idiot or a small child. But when it comes to sex, the idea…"
"Gets you horny?" he finishes the sentence for me.
